Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 11

"Morning, Justin."

No answer.

"Justin?" I open my eyes a little to see an empty space beside me. I looked around. No Justin. I guess he realized sleeping with me was wrong and left. Or maybe he realized disobeying Scooter was wrong. Or maybe my parents saw me sleeping with a boy and beat him senseless until he left and I slept through it all. Or maybe it was all a dream.

I spotted the blanket I wrapped around him last night was neatly folded on my nightstand. Looks like it wasn't a dream after all. Isn't he sweet.

I sighed. No matter the reason, Jusin's gone. And he will probably not talk to me again, because it will be too awkward and he's probably guilty for being here.

I suddenly started hyperventilating. What if he was faking the entire time? Is he the type to get pleasure from messing with people? What motivation would he have to comfort me if that was the case?

I needed to relax my thoughts. I quickly hopped out of bed and flew down two flights of stairs to my basement. I looked around and found my acoustic guitar. I strummed a little until I found myself singing to Lego House by Ed Sheeran.

🎶I'm gonna pick up the pieces,

And build a Lego house

If things go wrong we can knock it down

My three words have two meanings,

There's one thing on my mind

It's all for you🎶

I sang the song twice, because I felt passion build up when I ended the first time.

Music and art are my safe haven.

I spontaneously got out a blank canvas and painted to my heart's content.

I admired the finished piece. It was a tree with little hearts as leaves.

I've been oddly inspired to be creative with the theme of love lately. I shrugged it off before I carefully set the painting on my drying rack and headed upstairs to eat something.

When I was upstairs I saw a mini buffet consisting of scrambled eggs with onion salt, buttermilk pancakes with organic maple syrup, flaky butter biscuits, and a strawberry banana smoothie. My sister is so sweet. My parents are at work and Meredith was out with her friends. I saw a sticky note on the fridge, probably about the breakfast. I smiled and grabbed it.

Sorry about leaving you like that. You're lucky you're on thanksgiving break and can sleep in as late as you want. I had to go to the studio to work on some new music. Scooter's not here, so you can stop by if you'd like. It's not like we're gonna have an intense make-out session in front of the paparazzi cuz that's exactly what he thinks we would do. Lol. Anyways, I thought I'd make up for my absence by leaving you a little breakfast I made myself. Enjoy :)

-Justin

I was actually more shocked then I should've been. He's always leaving me with gifts that I can't return. I smiled to myself as I prepared to eat like a king.

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I strolled into the studio reluctantly, not sure where to go. I already disrupted three recordings. If I didn't find Justin soon I was going to get kicked out by security.

As I come up to a room on my right, I heard familiar murmuring and figured out that it had to be Justin. It was clear that he was having an intense conversation with someone. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I decided to do a little eavesdropping.