Blind // Justin Bieber [under minor editing]

Chapter Twenty Three

I woke up to something – or more, someone – I certainly wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning. Justin.

His cold nose nudged my burning neck, as he placed sweet butterfly kisses on my shoulder blade. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, filling me with a sense of security. The soft pad of his thumps traced circles at my hip, tickling me although I didn’t budge. I wanted this to carry on, not wanting him to discover that I was, in fact, awake.

A light chuckle escaped his pink lips, and his chest shook against my back. Damn.

“Babe, I know you’re awake” he mocked, happiness laced within each word. This of course, made me happy. A slow kiss was placed on the apple of my cheek, as Justin propped himself up on his elbow so I was able to see him.

I couldn’t even try to prevent the cheesy smile before it was placed on my lips, the dimples forming on my cheeks. I buried my face in the plush pillow, embarrassment taking over me. “I didn’t want you to stop” I mumbled into the pillow, the wide smile still spread across my face.

“Do you have any plans for today?” his voice filled my ears as he placed one last gentle kiss on my bare shoulder blade. I shuffled around in the bed, turning to face Justin.

His eyes. They were the first things I noticed. Then, his perfectly pink, plump lips.

I remained silent, hypnotized by his beautiful features. Justin raised an eyebrow, my silence sparking his curiosity.

“Courts?”

“N-No, I haven’t got anything planned” I smiled, snapping back into reality.

“Good,” a sly smile played on his lips. “Can I take you out somewhere?” he questioned, and I nodded quickly, desperate to spend more time in the presence of Justin.

“Yes!” my voice sounded strained, as I restrained myself from kissing his moist lips there and then.

“great” he pecked my nose, before rolling out of the bed. I stayed where I was, watching him as he found his way to his wardrobe and felt for what I presumed were jeans. He used his sense of touch to tell fabrics apart, until he found a pair of jeans. “Courts, can you pick out a shirt for me please?” he spoke, his words only tinged with sadness.

“Sure” I nodded; rolling out of the comfortable bed like Justin had done before.

I rummaged through his wardrobe until I found a plain grey V-neck. I waited on the bed, fumbling with my fingers, as Justin took a shower.

After just four minutes, Justin stepped out of the steam filled bathroom with a white towel wrapped tightly around him, and scruffy hair as he dried it with a towel. My eyes hovered over his body until I snapped myself out of my daydream and handed him the shirt.

“Thanks” he mumbled as he threw it on. He coughed awkwardly and instantly, my cheeks heated up.

“Oh-Uh, sorry” I stuttered as I turned, giving him a few minutes of privacy while he changed.

“Ready?” I mumbled, my voice muffled by my hands as I held them to my face. After hearing a slight ‘mmhmm’ I turned around, looking over towards Justin as he pulled a grey beanie over his head. “I’m going to go get changed” I muttered and left the room, walking across the hallway to ‘my room’.

I mean, I guess I could call it my room, right? I rummaged through my draws of clothes, finally finding a white jumper and black leggings.

I threw on my outfit, my hair – as usual – knotting as I did. I stuffed my cold feet into a black pair of vans, my outfit instantly seeming much more casual. I used a paddle brush to untangle my hair, wincing now and then as I combed it through.

My eyebrows furrowed as a thought entered my mind, “Justin, where are Jazmyn and Pattie?” I called, not too loud though in case they were in their rooms sleeping.

“I-Uh-I don’t know” he came to my door, a flash of worry washing over his eyes.

“Well I mean, they should be here right?” I spoke whilst squishing past him and walked down the long hallway. “Pattie?” I knocked on her bedroom door gently, cursing myself as I did so. What if she was asleep?

Whilst waiting for a reply, I tugged on my sleeves, clutching my bottom lip with my teeth. I waited for a minute, before glancing left to see Justin with and extremely worried and nervous expression on his face. “Jazmyn?” He shouted with no restrictions as he pounded on her door.

No answer.

Justin shook his head, hurt in his eyes as he barged through the door and into the kitchen. “Jazmyn!” he called again, “Mom!” he yelled frantically. I followed after him, searching the table and kitchen surfaces for any clue as to where they were.

With no such luck, I walked towards where Justin sat on the sofa, his knees pressed to his chest as he whimpered. I could’ve sworn my heart was punctured and ripped into pieces at that very moment, my legs felt as if they were about to giveaway as my eyes landed upon Justin. “T-They’ve left me” he whispered once I wrapped my arms around his shaking torso.

“Shh, no they haven’t” I comforted, although how could I be certain? We were left with no clues whatsoever as to where they were, they simply, disappeared.

“But w-where else would they be?” he stuttered, and I struggled to find an answer.

So, I didn’t answer. I avoided his tricky question and continued comforting him, “They’ll be back soon, I’m sure of it. Maybe they just went to the shops?” I suggested, my mind turning like a movie reel.

“I-I just don-“ Justin was cut off as the jiggling sound of keys filled the room, along with Jazmyn’s high-pitched laughter and giggles.

We both turned as Pattie, Jazmyn and a man – of which I recognised from somewhere – entered the room.

“Hey honey” Pattie smiled towards us, but frowned once she gazed at Justin’s tear-stained face and glazed over eyes.

“Hey Justin” the man’s deep voice echoed throughout the room. He placed Jazmyn – who was giggling uncontrollably in his arms – on the floor gently, and walked towards where Justin and I sat, stunned.

More tears welled up in Justin’s eyes, and confusion sparked within me. He was crying? He took a moment to gather his thoughts together, before finally speaking;

“D-Dad?”