Nurture. (A Justin Bieber's FanFic)

29;Promise

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Isabelle's POV

I stare at Justin who's laughing with other girls in the gym and sigh.

It took one intercourse

One intercourse to realize I may like Justin.

One intercourse to make me jealous.

One intercourse to get me possessive over him.

One intercourse to make me crazy.

One.fucking.intercourse.

I look on the floor, and suddenly I don't feel like working out anymore. "Hey Isabelle" I turn around and see Taylor, he gives me a side hug "hey"

"You okay?" He asks, I nod "totally fine"

"You disappeared yesterday" he says, my cheeks turn a little bit of red "uh yeah- i didn't feel so good" I lie, he sighs "you sure you okay?" I nod "I have to go, see ya" I say, without giving him a hug, or even a small wave.

I take my bag, and run outside the gym. Considering I came with Justin, I walk back home.

I get inside my house once I arrive, "Mom?" i call her out, silence. I smell something delicious, I walk towards the kitchen and see a lasagna wrapped in aluminum, I smile and get upstairs. I head to mom's room and open the door, I see her sleeping.

I sit next to her bed, and kiss her forehead. She wakes up and looks at me "I made lasagna" she whispers and smiles "thank you mom" I smile back, she closes her eyes and I stand up leaving her room.

I feel my phone vibrating, I take it out and see a message from Justin

Where did you go Isabelle? I asked on you and they said you left?

I threw my phone on the other side of my bed, totally ignoring that text message and I lay down "fuck this" I mumble to myself and close my eyes trying to sleep.

But unfortunately, I couldn't. I stay flipping over, thinking, re-thinking, and re-thinking. I can't like Justin, I just can't.

First of all, He doesn't like me in this way. Second of all, it'll just fuck things up. Third of all, I'm not ready to get into a relationship.

Why couldn't I sleep with that Stranger? If i slept with him, then I wouldn't have slept with Justin, therefore I wouldn't have this mixed up feelings. I hate feelings.

I sigh and unlock my phone, I might as well try to stop myself from thinking about him. I keep scrolling down on Instagram when suddenly I see a quote

"Life's too short to hide your feelings express how you feel. You never know if they have the same feelings or not."

I glare at the quote. So much for not thinking about it.

Either if I expressed, I'm not ready for a relationship, and he just doesn't like me. This thing will only fuck me up.

"Hey, Isabelle" I gasp and widen my eyes looking at the door, "you scared me!" I scream at Justin who's standing in the door way, he comes closer frowning "why did you leave?" He asks, I shrug.

"Isabelle, are you okay?" He asks and sits on my bed next to where I'm laying. "Yeah" I reply, "you don't seem Okay, since the morning" he says and puts his hand on my shoulder making me flinch.

I put my hand on his removing it away, he looks hurt by my action "is this about yesterday Isabelle?" He asks, I shake my head "Isabelle.. Did I do something wrong?" He asks worried, I shake my head "you serious? Talk to me Isabelle"