Hate That I Love You

Chapter Three.

"Are you ok?" Justin asks, standing up straight and walking towards me "Yeah, just need another drink" I reply turning to face him. Looking into my eyes he smooth’s a thumb across my cheek, like he’s wiping a tear away. But I'm stronger than that, the tears are yet to fall.

Too late.

When I feel my eyes brim with tears, Justin obviously notices because he wraps his arms around me and cuddles me close.

I feel safe in his arms…happy. Something I haven’t felt in a while. I only met him earlier today and these feelings that I already have for him are weirding me out. I’m not used to this at all.

Separating from each other, he looks over my shoulder to the edge of the balcony "You've still got a drink" he says smiling sadly at me, like he’s trying to lighten the mood. Turning around I walk over to where my glass is and finish the rest of my drink. I smile and wiggle my glass at him "Not anymore" "Come on then" he says, taking my hand in his and leading me through the crowd, into the kitchen and getting us both another drink, whilst the party around continues like nothing ever happened. I guess the people here are used to things like this happening. It’s not every night you’re at a party and a bunch of guys storm in with guns at the ready.

As the night goes on, the drunker people get. When the clock is near 3am, it's only the guys and I left. I finish my drink and stand up "Guess it's time for me to go now" I tell them whilst searching through my bag for my keys. No doubt Justin notices me swaying lightly on my feet because he stands up beside me, and snatches the keys from my hands "You don't honestly think I'm letting you drive home do you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me. Usually I'd be angry and get the keys from him, no matter what it took. But the alcohol has decided to make me the opposite of angry.

"How else am I supposed to get home? You can drive me if you want" I reply, my voice sounding more flirtatious than I meant for it to "Nice try, but although I'm not as drunk as you, I'm not sober enough to drive...and I'm not smashing my car for anyone" He tells me, putting my keys in his pocket.

I look around the room and notice the others glance away. Meaning no one is taking me home tonight. I turn to face Justin again "You can stay here tonight" he tells me, and my stomach flips in return.

"Fine" I reply, raising my eyebrow, making Justin smile. He takes my hand in his and I ignore the tingly feeling I get inside whilst he leads me out of the living room "See you later" Justin says to the others "Night guys" I tell them.

Walking up the stairs I can’t help but feel relieved I’m staying tonight. I don’t think I could deal with Jason and the others whilst my head is spinning this fast.

"This is my room, you can sleep here tonight ok?" He says. With both of us standing in the doorway my brain doesn’t want to cooperate, so I stay quiet and continue looking ahead "Don't worry, I'll sleep on the floor" he tells me. I look at him and back at the bed. I wasn’t implying he should sleep on the floor, after all, all I was doing was standing beside him.

Walking over to the bed I turn to face Justin "It's your room, I don't care if you sleep next to me" Or under me...on top of me…beside me. Your choice.

Pia shut up.

Sitting on the side of the bed I take my shoes off, putting my bag on the floor with them "Do you want something to wear?" Justin asks from behind me "Yeah please, just a shirt will do" I reply, standing up and walking over to him. Pulling a tee shirt out of a drawer he hands it to me, not looking me in the eye as he does so "Thanks" I say, taking the shirt from him.

I turn around taking a step forward "Do you mind undoing the zip for me?" I ask with my back still facing him "Sure" he replies, standing close behind me.