Nothing Like Us [1D/JB Fan Fiction] (Under Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Scars, The Lone Beanie, and "It's only one thing."

Justin was already asleep by the time we got back. Chase had told me that his room was just across the hall, so it made me feel less nervous. It didn’t get rid of all of it. As I looked around, I realized that none of Justin’s stuff was here. Had the plane lost his luggage? Or was it more serious than that? I stripped down to just a cammi and underwear and then put on my sweatpants. I took one step to the bed, but I was distracted by the curtains blowing in the wind. I sighed. Did I really need to shut the balcony doors? Yes, because there’s a murderer on the loose. I made my way through the maze of clothes and found myself standing in the doorway.

The cool breeze felt good. It caused me to shiver. I didn’t care. My eyes went down to the frying pan on the ground. I laughed softly and reached down to grab it. My fingers met the cold metal and I met eyes with a figure just below. My heartbeat steadily became faster. I didn’t know this person, yet they were staring at me. But I wasn’t scared. I picked up the frying pan and took two steps forward, until my stomach was touching the railing. The figure became more visible as a car started to appear. The car zoomed by and I saw a flash of his face.

I hadn’t had any alcohol, right? That couldn’t have been the person I had just seen. He doesn’t exist. At least, I thought he didn’t. When I was little I used to have dreams of this man, acting strangely friendly towards me, as if he knew me from somewhere. Another car went by. Did I want to run? No, I wanted to talk to him, but he didn’t know me. Did he? I blinked hard. Did somebody spike the cookies? Another car. No hallucination could be that vivid. I began to see my breath. The temperature was dropping. I shivered from my lack of clothes.

Who was this guy? One of us had to move. We stood still for what seemed like hours until he finally tipped his hat and strolled casually down the sidewalk, into pitch black darkness. I looked down at the frying pan. I had forgotten I was holding it. I shivered again and went inside the room, closing the doors behind me. I set the frying pan under my side of the bed and eagerly got into bed. I snuggled up to Justin and I realized that he was actually awake.

He wrapped his warm arm around me. He didn’t say anything about me spending ages outside. He just made sure I was warm until I finally fell asleep.

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I decided on asking Nikki for help with solving the murder. She had seen enough of those shows to know how to get away with murder, so I knew that she could definitely be a big help. I had lazily gotten dressed that morning, and Justin was still asleep, so I didn’t get to ask him about last night. I knocked on the door across from us. Chase could help too.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Penny.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Penny.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Penny.” I was right. He waited on the other side of the door until I was done with my Sheldon Cooper reference.  He opened the door. He didn’t look too happy that I had just woke him up at eight in the morning.

“What?” he spat. I almost laughed at his bed head and eye boogers. And his death glare.

“Wanna help solve a murder case?” I asked hopefully. Dr. Sykes and I had told him that Edge hadn’t murdered Fredburt, but he hadn’t believed us. He almost shut the door in my face. I stopped the door with my foot. “If we solve it, it’ll prove you’re innocent.” He looked at me and I put my puppy dog face on. I prevailed. He groaned and said he’d meet me downstairs, and then shut the door. I had already called Nikki, so she was probably already down there.

I turned around to face the door to Justin and I’s hotel room. I bit my lip and felt guilty that I was leaving without telling him where I was. I opened the door quietly and tiptoed over the corner where it turned to the bed. I peeked over to see if he were still sleeping.