Do You Really? (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 28

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Ashley's P.O.V

"No, I can't do it." Justin says and I groan.

"Please!" I grab his hands and pout my lips. It seemed to work before.

"Ugh, fine." He gives up and I smile. I was about to let go of his hands, but he held them. I suck on my lower lip and he smiles at me.

"What song?" He asks and I shrug.

"A song that you have wrote." I say and he nods as he starts thinking for a song. A small smile appears in his face and he takes a deep breath. He is nervous, how cute is he.

"Girl, I'm ready, if you're ready, now

Ooh, as I'm ever gonna be

If you're with it, then I'm with it, now

To accept all the responsibility

I'd go outta my way

To live by the words that you say

I don't wanna be the same

Maybe you could change me

Maybe you could change me

Maybe you could be the light

That opens up my eyes

Make all my wrongs right

Change me, change me..."

I stare at him in awe as I hear him sing and smile at him. I can't believe how good he is, he should totally become a singer, his voice is amazing, he really is perfect.

The song is so deep; I can't believe he wrote that song, I wonder what made him write that song, why does he want to change? And who is that girl he is talking about?

He finishes singing and looks at me, a pink shade on his cheeks; I smile at him and clap.

"That was beautiful!" I say to him and he smiles.

"Really? Thanks, I actually thought I was..." I cover his mouth with my hands and shake my head.

"Don't you even dare to say that you suck, because you don't." I say and I feel him smile through my hands, I uncover his mouth to get to see his smile and I giggle.

"You look cute when you blush." I say and poke his cheek. He scrunches up his nose and I keep poking his cheeks making them go even redder.

"Stop!" He grabs my wrists and I wince. He lets go of them and apologizes.

"Please promise me you will stop doing that." He says as he gently grabs my wrists and raises my sleeves to see my scars.

"It's not something you can say to it stop and you will stop." I tell him and his fingers gently caress my scars, making my heart's beat quicken with his touch.

"But try, please." He looks up at my eyes and I suck on my lower lip.

"I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself, you shouldn't do it, no one should, just please stop, it won't make anything better, please." He lifts his hand and caresses my cheek, I close my eyes and bite my lip, I open them and sigh.