Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 20

That was one hell of a shower. This is actually the first time I showered here, and it certaintly won't be my last. He had so many fancy soaps and shampoos and conditioners. I tested them all, but the citrus-smelling set was the best. I was planning on taking it, hoping Justin wouldn't mind. I peeked out the glass door and searched for a towel. None. I decided lotion up and stall time.

I now pondered my next move. My clothes were dirty and smelled like perspiration, so I put them in his hamper basket. There were no other clothes in here. I mentally face-palmed myself.

I hesitantly opened the the bathroom door and peeked out. No Justin. The only idea I have is to find his bedroom and change into something there. Now where could his bedroom be in this mansion?

Going in my birthday suit, I quietly walked around the house, opening every door. I did not want to be seen by Justin like this. I covered myself whilst ducking at every window. He had many windows, by the way.

Just as I was about to ascend up the staircase, I heard footsteps at the top. I panicked, searching for a place to hide. I hurriedly tip-toed behind curtains nearby. I quietly watched him walk down. He stopped at the base of the staircase for a second. I wouldn't be surprised if he heard how hard my heart was beating. He seemed to shrug it off and continue walking. When he was out of sight, I quietly made my way up the staircase. I was about to walk down the hallway until I heard something fall and shatter. I turned around to see that I tipped over a flower pot.

Oh no.

"What the hell?" I heard Justin say, followed by rapid footsteps. Without thinking, I ran down the hallway, in search for his damn bedroom.

I knew he heard me, becuase I heard him flying up the stairs. I ran and looked, looked and ran. I soon saw a large white door up a mini flight of stairs. Bingo! However, my time was running out, because I heard Justin getting closer. I ran up the steps, covering myself as much as I could. As I was up the final stair, I tripped and fell flat on my stomach.

"Ow!" I hissed, quickly biting my lip. I crawled to the door, hearing Justin go up the last flight of stairs separating him and I. I gripped the handle and pushed the door open. I forced myself inside. Justin and I made eye contact before I shut the door and locked it. I sat at the base of the door relieved until...

"Katie! KATIE!" Justin was pounding on the door. I knew he probably had a room key somewhere, so I had to change, fast. I got up and looked through his walk-in closet. I picked out a large white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. I decided to put on one of his boxers for underwear, shuddering.

Shortly after I was fully dressed, I heard Justin putting a key in the door. I don't know why I was still panicking. I crawled under the many blankets and pillows on his massive king-sized bed.

The door burst open. I heard Justin's feet as he searched his room for me. He even looked under the bed. When I heard him pause, I knew I was caught.

"Hmm. I wonder where Katie is," he said in a raspy yet seductive voice. My stomach fluttered with butterflies. I wonder if he heard that, too.

He slowly crawled on the bed.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum," he 'roared'. I giggled.

"Oh well. I guess she isn't here. I'll just casually take a nap now," he said before he plopped down on top of me and sprawled himself.

"Justin!" I exclaimed. He didn't listen. He just continued doing snow angel motions.

"Justin I get it! Get off me!" I conceded. He laughed and pulled the covers down.

"Surprise," I smiled hopefully.

"Explain," He said after he stopped laughing.

"I-uh," I hesitated, sitting up. He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry about your vase."

"Don't worry about it. Why did you run away from me?"

"Honestly, I was looking for your bedroom because I-," I sighed. "I needed clothes." I felt myself blush a deep red.

"You could've asked me instead of scaring me half to death you know," He said sincerely.

"I know, but it's embarrassing," I hung my head low. Before I knew it, he embraced me. Before I could hug back, he gave me a brief kiss.

"You're cute," he said, answering my confused expression. "No harm done."

"Good," I smiled.

"By the way, I think you look pretty sexy in my clothes," he whispered, sending shivers running in every direction.

"Eyes up, Bieber," I managed to say.

"Give me a good reason why," he leaned closer, nibbling on my earlobe. I held back a moan. He noticed I stayed silent. He started kissing my neck, smirking. My arms, with a mind of their own, traveled up his body and rested over his shoulders. He sucked on my sweet spot. I couldn't hold it back.

"Justin," I moaned uncontrollably.

*

*

[Justin's POV]

I can't help but get turned on when she moans my name. This made me trail my fingers along her flank lightly. She kept moaning, turning me on more and more.

She wrapped her legs loosely around my waist, giving me more room. I swear she will be the death of me.

My lips traveled until it reached her lips. The kiss started out chaste, but we were both competitive; with every burst of passion, we would top each other, wanting dominance. I nibbled her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She teased me by keeping her mouth shut, smirking. She then craved me as much as I did her and obeyed. Our tongues danced while our lips moved in sync, hers matching my every move. Her fingers tangled in my hair and I couldn't keep mine in a fixed position, as if they had a mind of their own. I broke the kiss, giving us some air.

My lips progressed downward until they were at the base of her chest. I kissed it once, then traveled my way back up to her lips. Involuntarily, I pushed her back onto the bed so I was on top of her. We continued to make out until...

"Justin," she moaned, breaking away from me. "I can't. I'm not ready."

It was then when I realized how heated things were. I slowly fell back and got off her. We both sat up, an awkward silence surrounding us.

"It's not that big of a deal," she started. "But you know Jeffrey tried..."

I remember exactly what she was talking about. I clenched my jaw at the thought of another man on Katie.

"I don't ever want to hear that bastard's name again," I hissed. She stared up at me, surprised. I sighed.

"I'm sorry-" I started.

"Don't be," she interrupted me.

"Are we cool?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah. I don't want things awkward between us," she bit her lip. "So about christmas in a few days..."

"What about it?" I smirked. I already knew what I was going to give her.

"I'm very bad with presents. Is there anything you particularly want?" her eyes gleamed with hope.

"If there was something I really wanted, I would get it for myself," I admitted.

She looked disappointed, as if this was the answer she was expecting.

"But don't worry," I said quickly. "I'll love whatever you get me. Surprise me."

"I was afraid you'd say that," she mumbled.

"Your love is enough," I wrapped my arm around her. She rolled her eyes.

"By the way, dinner's ready downstairs," I announced.

"Race you there!"

Without warning, she hopped out of bed and jogged down the hallway. I chuckled. That's my girl.

************************