Texting || Bieber

11

Justin

I decide to wake up at 9:45am to see Hannah. I got the guts to ask her out. Finally. I take a shower and run to the store to get a bouquet of flowers and a scrap book. I know it's a weird thing to get but she loves making and keeping memories.

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I get to her house and park the car in the driveway. I go up to her door and knock and her mom comes to the door.

"Oh. Hi Justin! Come on in! Hannah's upstairs taking a shower. You can wait in her room." (Her mom got out of the hospital)

"Ok. Thanks Mrs. Marin!" I say as I run up the stairs with the flowers. I open the door and hear something coming from the bathroom. Hannah. She's singing. Her voice is amazing!

I never thought that I could walk through fire, I never thought that I could take the burn. I never had the strength to take it higher...

I laugh to myself because she's singing one of my old songs.

And there's just no turning back when your heart's under attack. Gonna give everything I have, cause this is my destiny...

She continues singing as she walks out in black booty shorts, a white tank top, and bunny slippers. She screams when she see me and I laugh.

"What the heck?!" She jumps.
"Hey." I say laughing uncontrollably.
"Ever heard of knocking??" She says rubbing her toe because she stubbed it on the edge of her bed.
"If I knocked, I wouldn't have been able to hear you sing." I say smirking.
"You heard that?" She asks, her face the ing a bright red.
"Yes. And you have a beautiful voice. Seriously." I say smiling at how cute she is when she's blushing. How did she come into my life? Oh. Wait. I was drunk.

I take the flowers out from behind me and she started at them.
"Those better not be for me." She says still staring.
"They are and you can't do anything about it, princess." I say.
"Why did you get me flowers? They're beautiful." She says smelling them.
"Because. I wanted to ask you something." I say.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" I ask blushing.
"Justin.." She says and my smile fades but I recover with a fake one.
"Yeah?" I say a little disappointed.
"I want to, don't get me wrong. But --"
"But what?" I ask waiting for the answer.
"What if you get tired of me? What if you find someone prettier? What if you can't stand my presence anymore? Wh--"
"Hannah. Slow down" I say chuckling. "I could never get tired of you, or find someone prettier, because that isn't possible. I love being around you. And if you need time to think, I don't blame you. But please take the gifts." I say hopefully.
"Gifts? You got me only flowers I thought?"
"Oh yeah. Here." I say handing her the scrap book. She stares in awe at how I decorated it.
"Justin, thank you so much." She says hugging me tightly.
"You're welcome." I say smiling into her neck.
She pulls back and pecks my lips. I stare at her smiling and she sits there.
"I'll be your girlfriend.." She says.
"Say something!" She says looking down.
"Wow..." is all I can say. I know it was only a peck but.. woah..
"Can I kiss you again?" I ask and she looks up.
"Only if you want me t--" I get cut off by her lips crashing into mine. I close my eyes and embrace the kiss. It was amazing. She pulls away and hides her face with her hair and runs to the bathroom. I chase after her but she locks the door.

Hannah

After the kiss, I get up and run to the bathroom. I lock the door so he can't get in. I look down at my wrists and see one of the cuts reopened. I get a washcloth and put it under water. I put it on my wrist and the door opens.
"How did you unlock the door?" I ask hiding my arm.
"I know how to pick locks. Don't ask." He says looking down at the arm behind my back.
"I could've been on the toilet you know." I say laughing it off.
"Why are you hiding your arm? Please don't hide from me." He says looking worried.
"When I kissed you, I put my arms around your neck. When I did, the top of my headboard cut open a cut." I say revealing my cut. It was bigger now. I forgot about the ones that I had cut a couple days before. I cut them when my mom was in the hospital.
"Hannah.." he says pulling my arm to his face.
"Justin, I'm sorry I just--" I'm cut off by him kissing my wrist where I cut. My vision began to get blurry.
"Please stop doing this. Please don't cut your precious skin." He says letting a tear fall.
"I'm sorry.." I trail off getting pulled into a hug. As I go out of the bathroom, I see someone sitting on my bed.
"What are you doing here?!" Justin yells.

BAHAHAHAHA CLIFF HANGER. Lol sorry. I'm evil.

Kisses,
«Naomi»