Dark Blue (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Ch. 8 -The Joys of a Hangover

My head was pounding. Literally. My temples were throbbing, and I felt as if my brain were about to explode.

I hadn't woken up with a headache this bad since...well...I don't even remember.

That's how much it sucked.

I gave a small groan of pain, opening my eyes slowly and blinking a few times, simultaneously breathing in deeply a comforting scent that was on the pillow; it had the faintest trace of a familiar cologne to it, but I couldn't quite place where I recognized the scent at the moment.

I stared blankly in front of me for a moment, gazing at a plain blue wall without really thinking.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open and my head shot upwards, gazing around in alarm.

This was not my room.

Meaning...

This was not my bed.

I glanced down at the pillow I had just been laying on and I felt even more wide awake. My heart began beating hysterically, pounding against my chest.

I took several deep breaths and glanced around, trying to ignore the piercing headache that was practically splitting my skull.

Where the hell was I, and how the hell did I end up here?

I noticed movement in the corner of the room and my eyes immediately snapped over towards it.

Justin was lying on his stomach amidst a tangle of blankets on the floor, fast asleep. He was wearing a navy sweatshirt and he had one side of his face pressed up against the pillow. His lips were parted ever so slightly and he was breathing evenly. I couldn't help but notice how peaceful he looked.

I sat up slightly in the bed, glancing down at it in confusion. My heart was still pounding, as was my head, and I was ridiculously confused.

As I blinked a few times and glanced blearily around the room once more, I was struck with the sudden realization of where I was.

This was Justin's room.

Which meant...

I was in Justin's bed.

Holy shit.

No. No. No no no no no no no no no.

This cannot be happening.

I ripped the covers back, quickly examining myself. I was still fully dressed, wearing the same clothes from the night before, including my heels.

I felt an instant wave of relief wash over me.

I obviously hadn't done anything with him (if you catch my drift) if I was still in all of my clothes and he was lying all the way across the room on the floor.

But still...

How the hell did I end up in his bed?

What had even happened last night?

All I remembered was that Justin had somehow convinced me to go to some party in Toronto with him, using the bribe that I'd have to finish the outline by myself if I didn't. We'd managed to finish most of our outline in the ride to the party, but what happened after that was slightly blurry to me.

I vaguely remembered following him around and meeting lots of celebrities before we somehow wound up at the bar. He had then proceeded to purposely taunt me until I started taking shots with him.

But what happened after that was hazy.

I racked my brain, trying to think about what had happened next that could have possibly landed me in the situation I was currently in.