lose yourself ↠ jb

Dirty Dancing

*Ashlynn's POV*

I listened to the clock tick in the living room. Laying in bed wasn't going to cure my boredom, and neither was listening to a god damn clock.

I arose from bed and let my hair down from the messy bun it was resting in.

I ran my hands through it and put on a pink silk bathrobe Justin had gotten me about a week ago.

"Hi Esther." I said, kneeling down to pet her.

"Who's a pretty girl? You are!" I received a wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Smiling, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

I closed the door behind me and rested my hands on the sink.

My very first time in London, and it was with Justin Drew Bieber.

The question was, why me?

Why not Selena? Or Hailey? Or Sofia?

The one thing that didn't make sense was that I was definitely not rich, and far from being beautiful; so why would he pick me?

I turned on the faucet and placed my hands under the cool water.

I splashed a little on my face and looked towards the shower.

Drying my hands, I leaned back to see what was behind the curtain.

I slid it open and my jaw dropped.

Surrounding the white marble floor were shiny chrome walls, with LED lights changing from color to color.

"Holy shit." I said as I stepped inside.

I untied the bathrobe and slid off my intimates.

Justin wouldn't be back for at least an hour, giving me ample time to relax.

I turned my phone off and stepped inside.

The warm water cascaded in small streams down my neck and shoulders.

I breathed a sigh of relaxation and relief.

Finally. Me time.

I began to lather the sweet smelling scent of Rose Jam onto my body, when I noticed a small blue tooth speaker.

I quickly turned on my phone and hooked it up.

What's better than jamming out in your idol's bathroom that just happens to be inside a mansion in London?

Nothing comes to mind, right?

Do it Again by Pia Mia started playing.

I wet my hair and began dancing along.

Justin and I had been a couple for about a month now, but he still hadn't figured me out.

I smiled to myself.

That's what he liked about me.

He couldn't figure me out.

The mystery behind this pretty face would never be discovered, and he loved it.

The lights flickered around the head of the shower.

Slowly, the water began to change colors.

How much cooler could this get?

I stepped out of the shower and dried off.

Making sure not to leave any wet footprints, I tip toed back to the bedroom and rummaged through my suitcase.