Finding Myself. ~Sequel to Loosing Myself.~

~Chapter 13~

~ Ashlees P.O.V~

I step inside the apartment and take a deep breath.

I look straight ahead and see the lights of New York gleaming through the apartment window. I feel an arm snake around my waist and I look up, seeing Justin looking where I am.

'It is beautiful here isn't it?' He said, pulling my waist into his side.

I lean my head on his shoulder, letting a sigh escape my lips.

'Yeah, I feel like I'm home again.' I laugh, wheeling the suitcase into the apartment.

I didn't move back into my dorm. It was time for a fresh start, not just for me but now Justin too. Ryan would've been a problem and we both know it.

He takes my suitcase from me. Setting it to side and laces his finger through mine. Leading me around the apartment.

'It's a great place. I can't believe we got it so soon' he says, taking in our new apartment. 'Finally moved in together.'

A smile finds its way on my lips as he walks infront of me, taking both my hands and looking down at me.

'Hopefully we don't murder eachother' I laugh, making him laugh too.

He leans down, attaching our lips in a sweet short kiss.

'It's a new start for us isn't it?'

I nod reaching up and lacing my hands around his neck. My fingers find themselves in the ends of his hair.

'As much as I love it here, without you it just... wasn't right. I belong here Justin but I also belong with you.' His hands go to my waist 'I don't know how I lasted so long without you in the first place.'

He moves a piece of hair behind my ear.

'We're in this together now Ashlee. I love waking up to you every morning. I love just being with you. You're my person.' I've never seen him with so much love in his eyes. 'Scooter wants me to work here, and I can. New York's possible. I've stayed way to long out of the media and I'm ready to go back'

My breath catches in my throat, he can sense my reaction and makes me look at him.

'It won't change anything. I don't know how they left me alone for so long, honestly I don't. I felt so normal when we lived in Canada. It was as if nothing ever happened. But Ashlee, the music is where I belong. I left my fans. I left everything and I need to go back. New York is where you belong, music is where I belong'

Disappointment instantly washes through me, fear washes through me.

Go back? We've never been in the spot light as a couple yet. We've dealt with so much shit the last year I'm terrified of more. I honestly don't know how much longer we would cope.

'But Justin' I start, taking my hands down from his neck. 'There's people in that industry that helped destroy you. You've told me about them, the drugs, the parties. How could we cope with all that?'

I run my hand through my own hair. Feeling my hands about to shake.

Welcome back to New York, Ashlee.

He sighs, looking at me.

'Ashlee I'm not that man anymore-'

'Justin you weren't that man before you were famous!' My voice raised slightly, feeling myself getting worked up.

'That was different, I didn't have all the pressure-'

I fake a laugh.

'And you don't think there will be pressure when Justin Bieber just comes back into the scene after a year? Justin you were in college, it was as if you were never famous!'

I throw my hands up in defeat

'Ashlee, you knew this was going to happen some day-'

'No I didn't!'

He takes a step towards me.

'For the love of God can you please let me finish?' He shouts, making my eyes widen. 'Nothing's going to change between us, Ashlee.' His hands find themselves on my waist. 'I'm still your boyfriend and you're still my angry little girlfriend'

I roll my eyes at his remark.

'This is it sweetheart' he smiles, leaning down and placing another kiss on my lips. 'Were in this together'

~ 4 Hours Later~

I plop on the sofa, where Justin sat. Throwing my legs up on his lap. Both of us having a look around our finally decorated apartment.

'We did good huh?' He says, taking off my socks and rubbing my feet.

I let out a moan, letting him do his thing. He lets out a chuckle and pulls my feet towards him so they're around his shoulders.

I look down at him, raising my eyebrow. He looks at me seductively and starts placing kisses between my legs, up until he reaches my thigh.

Bad timing on wearing shorts.

He kisses all around my thighs, making me heat up with excitement. I can't control myself as I put my hands in his hair. Watching him smirk at me.

'You okay?' He asks, noticing my impatient state.

I feel his fingers rub me and my head falls back.

'Uh- huh' I whisper, in reply to his question.

My shorts were pulled off and in an instant his fingers were inside me pumping in and out. A moan escapes my lips as I let him do his thing.

He grabs the hem of my tank top and puts it over my head, kissing his way from my stomach, to the valley of my breast, to my neck.
I move my neck to the side, giving him more access to put sweet kisses all over it.

I grab his face with my hands and attach our lips, unable to stick this any longer. His tongue glides across my lips and I can literally feel the smirk against his lips. I use my feet to take down his shorts, while my hands are taking off his shirt.
He breaks the kiss for a moment while I remove his shirt, then attaches our lips after. Our kiss is rough, full of passion.

In a matter of seconds he was inside me, thrusting so passionately I couldn't control my breathing.

'Fuck me justin' I moan, my hands roaming his naked back.

He grunts, thrusting harder, leaning down and taking one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and licking so gently.

'You're so fucking beautiful' he moans, taking one of my hands and enlacing our fingers.

Moments later, we both reach our peak and Justin's head collapses on my breasts.

'I love you.' He whispers, placing a kiss on my collarbone.

'I love you too Justin.' I smile, kissing his forehead.