Blind // Justin Bieber [under minor editing]

Chapter Fourteen

“Hey” I whispered, my confused eyes meeting those deep, honey coloured orbs of Justin’s. Although he couldn’t see me, I felt like we were somehow communicating, without ourselves knowing. My heart fluttered as he smiled, the rosy pink apples of his cheeks rising. His plump lips parted as his smile broke through, revealing his pearly whites I so desperately wanted.

I walked over to where he sat, the wooden floor feeling like clouds, non-existent. After knowing Justin for a little over twenty six days, I felt as if I had already memorised every single one of his features. If someone asked me just how many freckles were on his face I would be able to tell them, without a second thought, fourteen. Most of which are hardly visible, but they’re there. I could also tell them that below his left eye, is a small scar. Like a tiny scratch. And, although I wouldn’t be able to tell them just how he got the scar, not yet anyway, I could still identify it.

But yet, I always manage to become totally lost within the depths of his beautiful eyes, or become completely breath taken when he walks through the door. There was just something about him, something unidentifiable, which made me happy.

I sat beside him, the sofa deflating beneath me as I did. I crossed my legs, my sock covered feet distracting me as I traced the zig zag pattern on the socks with the tip of my finger.

Gulping l looked up at Justin where he sat in silence, his forehead creased and a lost yet somehow found look in his eye. He latched his bottom lip between two of his white teeth, as if he was balancing; standing at the tip of a knife awaiting which way he would fall.

He was considering something, but what?

I just watched him in complete awe, taken back by just how amazingly flawless he really was. It was just mindboggling. Avoiding letting my gaze settle on his lips, I stared intently at the small beauty mark beneath his left eye. Without warning he turned, his teeth disappearing back beneath his lips and his forehead no longer creased.

Gathering up his words for a moment, he began to speak. “Courtney, I-I-“ Justin stuttered, as if he was scared. And for a few seconds I was left hanging, debating whether or not to question what he was about to say.

But, before I had a chance, Justin spoke up yet again. “I-I-“ huffing, he squeezed his eyes shut, angry with himself. I decided to give him time, instead of interrupting him when he was trying his best to regain himself. “I-I know we’re best friends, and trust me that’s why I hate myself at the moment.” My heart plummeted to the ground as I took in each word. He opened his eyes, his head hung low as he took in a deep breath;

“I-I shouldn’t feel like this but I just can’t help it. A-And I’m getting way too ahead of myself here”

I watched him as he ran a hand shakily through his hair, leaving it spiked up and scruffy. “And I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way and all, its just- I can’t help it.”

He lifted his head, his eyes glossy and glaced over as tears pooled, on the verge of spilling. My eyes searched frantically for his own, and once they had, I was captivated. “I like you Courts, like, really really like you” he nodded, and at that very second I’m certain my heart stopped.

My hand would have found its way to my mouth if it wasn’t frozen at my side. My lips parted and my eyes grew wide, everything taking awhile to settle in. After a moments silence Justin frantically stuttered, “I-I I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said, and I-“ he swallowed down the lump forming in his throat; “I know it’s stupid, why would you like me huh? I can’t even see you, how on earth could you bare to like me?”

A single tear streamed down his face, over his cheek and past his lips before it reached his chin, where it stayed, threatening to fall. Finally gathering up enough courage and strength to actually open my mouth; I spoke the words I had been dying to say for so long “I like you too Justin”.

And at that point he opened his mouth to protest, but I beat him to it. I wasn’t going to have him put himself down, “and your perfect, please don’t put yourself down” I whispered, using the soft pad of my thumb to gently wipe away the tears spilling from his eyes. Justin leant into the palm of my hand, his cold nose nudging it.

“Courts, I’m far from perfect” he retorted, each word laced with sadness.

“Jay, do you trust me?” I asked softly, my insides fluttering as he nodded quickly. The whole situation and conversation was pulling at my heart strings, and I was so desperate that I just wanted to leap out and kiss him right there. “Then please trust me when I say that you, are absolutely perfect to me” I spoke the truth, the corners of my lips tugging into a wide smile as he did the same.

I had no regrets, to others 25-30 days isn’t long enough, you can’t fall so hard for someone within such a short time span. But I beg to differ; Justin just had this affect on me, that couldn’t wash off. He was just so innocent and angelic that there was no way, not a chance that he was anything but perfect.

Others, who may not have talked to Justin, who don’t truly know him, may not see him as perfect. But to me, that’s all he was.

“W-Would you like to go on a date with me?” he shyly asked, raising his right eyebrow in anticipation. I giggled, my heartbeat accelerating.

Biting my bottom lip, I nodded; “Of Course”

He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles, leaving it to tingle and fall limp in his own.

And at that exact moment it fully occurred to me that not only do I make Justin happy, but Justin makes me happy, so happy beyond belief.