Stranger (Justin bieber)

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  "No this is a better movie anyway, I'm not a big fan of zombie movies to be honest."

I turn around to see Justin's arms on the top of the couch, relaxed. He smirked at me, giving me butterflies and then he laughed.

"What? Why are you laughing?" I smiled, putting the zombie movie back in its case and placing it back in the cabinet under the tv.

"Because you're such a nerd. You're trying to tell me that zombie movies aren't your thing."

He stands up from the couch, tucking his arms under each other across his chest. He walks over to me, as I stand up from my squatting position in which I was looking for a movie.

He smiles widely at me as he makes his way to me.

"You're calling me a nerd! I'm hurt."

I hold my chest as if a knife had hit straight through me.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes before grabbing me and pulling me into him. I embrace his hug and lay my head on his chest. He kisses the hair on top of my head.

"So what do you want to watch then?" He laughs, pulling away and examining my wide variety of movies.

I was home alone for the next week. My mom, dad and little brother Louie went to the Bahamas for a week, to see my dads family but I stayed for Justin. Justin's father hasn't been too bad lately. But he still hurts Justin, so he's been coming to my house at night when his dad is asleep.

"I don't know ... I like scary movies." I shrug.

Justin shakes his head and wets his lips before eyeing me confused.

"Says the girl who is terrified of zombie movies." He rolls his eyes.

"Whatever." I punch his shoulder and he rubs it.

"What was that for." He said, punching me back. I nearly fell over because of my small figure.

"Ok that's it." I say before practically pouncing on him, literally taking him to the floor. He chuckles when he falls, but tickles my sides causing me to become weak.

"Stop!" I say, barely able to breathe from laughter.

Just then our heads shoot up, making us both freeze with our eyes on the door.

A knock.

"I'll get it." I whisper, getting off him and standing.

"No!" He whispers rather loudly, putting his hand over me protectively.

I freeze as he creeps to the door, watching intensively at the door.

Another knock.

He speeds his pace before turning the knob, revealing the face of his father, angry and sweating on my front porch.

My knees feel weak because I'm terrified.

No one is home and Justin's dad is so dangerous.

Justin just stands there, eyes on him. Shocked, we both are. The only noise is his fathers heavy breaths that escape from his gritted teeth.

"What is this Justin?" He says, Trying to refrain from killing him. Justin's hands shake and he shrugs.

"This won't happen again." He says, reaching his hand up to Justin's face then punching it hard.