Stupid in Love

Hailey Who?

•Justin's POV•

I stir awake to someone pressing their finger into my cheek.

"Wake up."

Brinley's voice echoes through my ears and I roll my eyes as I push her hand away.

"Stop."

She whines and pokes me again,

"Justin wake uuuupppp" She groans and I roll my eyes; pulling the pillow over my face.

"I'm tired."

"I am too, and we both know how much I treasure sleep, but I only have 5 days with you and I am not wasting it by sleeping."

I groan and smack her hand away when she pokes me again.

"Remind me why I invited you here again." I mumble into the pillow and hear her gasp. She climbs on top of me and pulls the pillow off of my face. I slowly peek one eye open to see a grumpy Brinley looking down at me.

"Ok sassy pants maybe I should just go back to Canada."

She crosses her arms angrily making me internally smile.

"Ok, bye." I close my eyes again, trying to sleep.

"Oh my gosh. Get up!"

She smacks my chest and I slowly open my eyes again, looking up at her before I glance out the windows seeing it still dark outside.

"What time is it?" I ask and look back at her with a raised eyebrow.

Her features immediately go soft as she gives me her best innocent look.

Oh fuck.

"Oh.. Um.. 4:30am."

My eyes turn to slits as I glare at her.

"No. Not today Satan."

I pull the pillow back over my face and hold it there as she tries to remove it.

"Justin-"

"Nope."

"C'mon popstar-"

"Goodnight."

"For fucks sake!" She yells and yanks the pillow off of my face.

"Brinley Moore." I say stern and she rolls her eyes at my tone.

"You piss me off." She says and I roll my eyes this time.

"The feeling is mutual." I mumble under my breath.

We're both not morning people.

We sit in silence and I stare at her as she has her arms crossed and is staring at the wall but still on top of me; straddling me in an almost sexual way. I say almost because we're both just annoyed at each other right now.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I shouldn't even consider asking!

It's rude of her to wake me up this early.

Especially when I'm on tour.

But fuck, it's really not rude.

I wanna wake up to her annoying ass every day.

"What do you suggest we do at 4:30 in the morning?" I ask quietly and her features brighten as she looks down at me hopeful.

"Hot chocolate and Disney movies?" She asks and I stare at her as she waits for my answer. I huff out a breath as my body says no, being so exhausted from the tour. But my mind says yes, wanting to make her happy.