Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Song of the chapter:
Coming Down by Halsey
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The ride to Justin's house was fairly quiet. I didn't have much to say and apparently, he didn't either. It was nice. I closed my eyes.

I began thinking about Justin. I thought about how some days, he was so happy and easy to talk to while others he appeared to be on edge. He was easier to set off.

Is he bipolar?

My mind wandered a little more to the other girls he had been with. I never confronted him about the most recent outburst with Francesca Garner. It happened after he came into my house for the first time. I wondered if it would happen again while we were "together." I knew we weren't together, but we were doing things a lot, kissing, flirting, and spending a lot of time together. It was something.

At that point, if I was in school and a new girl freaked out on him, I didn't know what I planned to do. It would hurt to know that he was doing all of the same things with someone else.

What are you thinking? He's got to be with someone else. There's no way he's not.

"Kennedy," a voice hoarsely whispered. "Kennedy, hey, come on, wake up."

I squinted my eyes in the direction of the voice, noticing right away that it was Justin standing beside me with the passenger door open.

"What the hell?" I groaned tiredly, momentarily forgetting the situation I was in.

"You fell asleep. We've been here for probably ten minutes, but I left you in the car while I gathered some things for tonight." He chuckled softly, the brightness of his face not even enough to awaken me completely. "We were literally driving for twelve minutes. How in the hell did you fall asleep so fast?"

"I haven't slept in, like, two days," I scrunched my lips.

"Alright," he laughed softly, reaching over me to unbuckle my seatbelt for me. "Come on, sleepy," he teased.

As I attempted to wake myself and push my body up to get out of the car, one of Justin's arms slid beneath my knees and the other behind my back. Ever so gently, he lifted me up and brought me close to his body. Although I was confused about the sudden affection from his end, I didn't say anything. The comfort I experienced in those few moments was impossible to put into words.

"Where are we going?" I murmured, noticing he was taking me inside of his house instead of to Connor's truck like he had planned.

"We'll go out a different night," he said with his lips touching the top of my head. "You need some sleep."

"No!" My eyes opened to look up at him immediately. "Let's go. I never do anything fun. I can sleep later."

He stopped walking, and his eyes met mine. "Are you sure? I don't want my date falling asleep on me."

Even though I kind of knew it was a "date," the word gave me chills when it fell from his lips.

I nodded. "I won't."

"Alright," the word teasingly dragged as he said it. "I'll get you some coffee on the way. Sound good?" I nodded. He turned around and headed towards what I assumed to be Connor's truck.

With my head still on his chest, I nonchalantly trailed my eyes up to his neck. I studied the tattoos that I could see, noticing a small music symbol behind his ear and wings of some sort on the very back of his neck. I could only see a small part of it. There was something about all of his tattoos that I found unbelievably attractive. It was something I never thought I would like so much on a person until I met Justin.