Secretly Loving You- Justin Bieber

Chapter Seventeen

warning- explicit content*

Tuka's P.O.V

"Let's get back, you're freezing.." Justin whispered, pulling me up from the floor. I grabbed our phones, handing Justin his as I slipped mine in my pocket. We've been sat on the steps for a good hour an a half now, we hadn't even contacted anyone to tell them we were okay, luckily the rain had finally stopped. But, we just needed some time alone I guess. Some time to talk things through about what was really going on. I'm still slightly confused as to why Justin wanted to stop his feelings, but he just tells me it was to 'keep me out of harms way' what does that eve mean? We ran back into the hotel, our soaking bodies catching people's eyes. "Come on.." Justin mumbled, wrapping an arm around my waist as we headed for the elevator. "You sure?" I whispered, remembering how Justin hated the things. But he simply nodded, taking a nervous gulp before hitting the top floor button. "There you are!" Za exclaimed as the lift door opened. He shot Justin a small death glare before pulling me into a tight hug. "Baby why are you wet?" A girly screech ran through the hallway. I winced at the sound, knowing exactly who it was. "S-Selena.." Justin stuttered in surprise. I pulled away from Za's grasp, looking over to the side to see Justin planting a soft kiss on her lips. A pang of jealousy ran through me, like a lightening bolt. "Come on..." Za mumbled, noticing the disgust on my face. We walked back to my hotel room, everyone standing here waiting for something, or someone. "Where's Justin?" Scooter asked, rushing over to me. I rolled my eyes, realising that the only ones who cares was Justin an Za. I nodded towards the door, hearing him sigh as he rushed out. "Go take a hot shower okay?" Za mumbled, taking my jacket off. I nodded slowly, walking into the bathroom before locking the door. The image of Justin and Selena flashed in my mind. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help but feel it. It's like, some pull. When I see him with her, I only wish it was me. Me who he was kissing, me who was surprising him. Me. But it wouldn't be me though would it? Only in my dreams right?

I turned on the shower, stripping down before climbing in. I grabbed ahold of my razor, sliding it down my legs. "Shit.." I cursed as it sliced against my skin. I washed my hair, climbing out of the shower before wrapping my body in a towel. I rushed back into my bedroom, my leg covered in blood as I tried to find something to cover it up with. "Fuck.." I hissed, running into the kitchen. Justin was sat on the sofa, Selena nowhere to be seen. I ran over to the cupboard, trying to reach up to one of the cabinets. "Tuka?" Justin's confused voice filled my ears. I ignored him, trying to climb onto the cabinets. My blood covered food slipped on the surface, sending me backwards. I gasped, preparing myself to hit the floor. But I didn't. I looked up, my cheeks turning a dark shade of pink as I saw Justin's face above mine, smirking. I grabbed my towel, making sure it was still wrapped around me. "Clumsy much?" He chuckled, helping my back into my feet. I looked down at the floor, seeing blood dotted around everywhere. "T-Tuka why is your leg bleeding?" Justin stuttered, looking down at my leg. I knew what he thought it was, and I don't blame him. "I was shaving and my razor slipped, it's nothing.." I chuckled, watching him lift up the towel to look at me leg, luckily it wasn't too far up my leg. "Okay.." He mumbled, reaching up to the cupboard. He grabbed the first aid kit, taking out a bandage and an antiseptic wipe. I hissed at the sudden contact, my body flinching slightly. "Sorry, it's gonna sting.." He whispered, his eyes meeting mine for a split second, before they shifted back to the cut. He took ahold of the bandage, lifting up my leg slightly so he could wrap it around the wound. "Silly girl.." He smirked, clipping it up with the safety pin. I looked into his eyes, his face edging closer to mine. "Where's Selena?" I whispered, my eyes still locked with his. He shrugged, his smirk getting bigger. "Shopping..." He chuckled before planting his lips on-top of mine. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. What is he doing to me?

Justin's P.O.V
I don't know what came over me, but seeing her in that towel just... Took me away. She moaned into the kiss, making me smirk as I wrapped my arms around her waist, carrying her into her bedroom. I placed her onto the bed, kissing her neck lightly. I found her sweet spot, kissing and nipping until she was putty in my hands. "Justin..." She moaned, bucking her hips up to mine. I groaned at the contact, my hand trailing down her stomach, finally finding what I was looking for. "Oh my.." She gasped as my hands went to work. Her body squirmed beneath me, as my lips kissed her neck. Her moans filled the room as she was hitting her high. I kissed her lips softly, her eyes fluttering open. Her cheeks were flustered, her chest was heavy. "Wow..." She whispered in awe. I chuckled, walking over to her suitcase. I took out some clothes for her, taking them over to the bed before kissing her lips once more. "I love you..." I whispered as soon as the hotel door slammed shut. Tuka's face turned to fear and panic as she rushed into the bathroom. I walked into the living room, seeing Fredo siting on the sofa. I sighed in relief, running my fingers through my hair. "You okay?" I asked him, sitting on the sofa opposite him. "Yeh I was urm, I was hoping to take Tuka shopping? Za said she needed some new clothes after her others got ruined in the rain.." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Why did you ask me?" I frowned, completely confused as to why he asked me first off. "Well, it's the last show you know, and I know how you feel about her..." He numbed nervously, avoiding eye contact with me. How did he know? I never told him how I felt did I? "How?" I whispered, hearing him chuckle to himself. "I see the way you look at her.." He shrugged, staggering to his feet as Tuka walked through the door. She frowned, limping over as her tight jeans rubbed against her cut. "What's going on?" She smirked, motioning between the two of us. "Fredo wants to take you shopping babe.." I explained, my eyes widening as soon as I realised what I had called her. She blushed, giggling to herself as she grabbed Fredo's hand. "Bye.." I whispered to her, kissing her cheek as I watched them walk out.

I can't believe what just even happened. Did I really just give Tuka an orgasm? And she didn't even stop me? I pulled my phone out of my pocket, seeing I didn't have any messages I decided to go on the news. But my luck seemed to take its tole.

'Selena Gomez cheating with Styles?'

I rolled my eyes, feeling a pang in my chest as I continued to scroll down. There were photos after photos of them to ether, holding hands, kissing in the street. I placed my phone back in my pocket, hearing the door shut. I looked up, seeing Selena standing there, arms full of bags. "How was shopping?" I hissed, taking her by surprise. So I should, stupid cow. "It was good.." She smiled nervously, placing the bags down. "Didn't meet anyone?" I questioned, seeing her head hang low. "No..." She mumbled, trying her best to push past me. "I know you were with him! You cheats on me with that scum bag yet again!!"I screamed, pushing everything off the counters onto the floor. I don't know why I'm so angry. "You never learn do you Justin? It's not you I want..." She chuckled, a smirk growing on her lips. I gulped nervously as she walked over to me, placing the rest of the money I gave her onto the counter. "It was never you.." She laughed, walking back over to her bags. "So that's it huh? Everything I've fucking done for you!" I shouted, pushing the money onto the floor. But she didn't do anything, say anything. She just stood there smirking at me. "Bye Justin" she waved, walking out the room, with her bags, and part of me. I don't know why it hurt me, but it just did, like this huge pull was pulling me towards her, but then again, the pull towards Tuka was much more, a whole lot more. I looked at the mess around me, too tired to pick it up. I sat over on the sofa, staring out the window as I thought of what to do next. Why is everything in life so complicated?