The Boy Next Door - A Justin Bieber Fan Fic

Chapter 17

GUYS IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN MIA!! School has been really difficult lately and I had to stop and focus on that but I'm on break now so I can do some writing. Thanks for sticking with me!

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I heard Justin encourage me to keep going but I didn't feel it. I wasn't ready and I didn't want to do something and regret it.

I pulled myself off his chest and laid down on the grass next to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern in his voice.

I was embarassed. I had heard the hookup stories that had floated around about him and I knew he was experienced. It's not that I wasn't, I just didn't want to mess anything up. Or jeopardize something that could be more than friends with benefits.

"I'm just not ready," I said honestly. "I don't want to mess things up between us."

"How would you be messing it up?" He said.

"I don't know." I mumbled and turned onto my side. My shirt was laying somewhere in the grass and the cold wind blew and chilled my skin. I folded my body in trying to conserve my warmth and wrapped my arms around myself.

Soon, I felt Justin's warm hand on my shoulder and he pulled his body in next to mine. His bare chest pressed against my back and the curves of his body met mine exactly. It felt right, and it felt good.

"You don't have to worry about anything. We can wait as long as you want, I'm not going anywhere."

I rolled over and pressed my body into his chest, a big fat smile on my face. He knew how to make me feel happy without even trying. Heck he even knew how to make me feel wanted, something I had struggled to feel with anybody else. I angled my face up towards his and met his eyes. His lips curled into a smile and I gently leaned in and kissed them lightly.

"Do you know how charming you are?" I asked playfully.

"Noooo." He said sarcastically.

"That's how you get all the girls isn't it?" I asked laughing lightly.

"Maybe," he said. "I only want one though."

"And let me guess who that is," I traced his chest with my fingers. "Me?"

"Nope!" He said, obviously holding in a laugh.

"Justin!" I yelled through a smile and slapped his arm.

"Okay, okay it's you." He finally said.

I laughed and pressed into him tighter, shivering a bit.

"Are you cold?" He asked. "We can go sit in the car instead of laying out here."

I laid still for a second thinking. "Or better yet," I replied. "We could go back to your house. My parents aren't home so they won't notice if I'm gone, they won't even bother to check if I'm home in the morning so we've got all night." I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised.

"You sure?" He asked uncertain.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"Alright then, let's go." He helped me up and we both searched for our clothes, heading back to the car once we were fully dressed and ready. He helped me into my seat and took his behind the wheel. We drove in silence. Not awkward silence though, the one where everything has already been said and nothing more needed to be said. He held my hand tightly and I watched the bright lights that's passed us as we drove. We pulled into the neighborhood and drove carefully into Justin's driveway. He pulled in, turned off the car and helped me out. We walked into the house and stood in the vestibule in silence.