Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 30

I knew Justin was in here, because I woke up wrapped neatly in his bed. I don't even recall falling asleep.

I checked the time: 3 a.m. I got up from the bed and walked out the door. The house was quiet, indicating that everyone was sleeping. I must've been crying for hours.

I walked quietly down the steps until I reached the bottom floor. I walked around, looking at random things and stretching my muscles. When I got to the living room, I noticed Justin was sleeping on the couch. He looked cold; he was holding his arms and didn't have a blanket. I looked in a few closets and I soon found a fuzzy brown blanket. I walked back to him and covered him with it. I proceeded to sit on the floor and lean my back against the couch.

"You know, I'm thankful that you slapped some sense into me. I realized that because I was so hurt by Jeffrey, it shielded the amazing person that you are. You and him are similar, but what separates you is what's at heart. There's no real reason to doubt you; you show me nothing but love. You care about me a lot, and it was so foreign to me at first. I didn't want to take advantage of you when we first became friends. I didn't want anyone else to experience what I had to go through. It took me months to recover from the breakup, and I still haven't even fully recovered. A part of it still haunts me, and that bled into my relationship with you. I unintentionally compared you both, and you don't deserve that.

"Getting hurt is a part of life, but it's how you handle it that counts. I'm no longer going to let a past relationship affect ours now, if we even still have one. I was a bitch to you, and I'm sorry. I didn't want to accept the fact that you were right. I'm stubborn like that. It's crazy how you know me better than I know myself," a small smile crept onto my face.

"Come here," I jumped at his sudden husky voice. I turned my head to see Justin sitting up slightly, holding his arms out for me. I smiled as I accepted his invitation, lying down on the couch with him.

"And I'm sorry that I kicked you out of your own bedroom," I apologized.

"It's fine. I'm sorry I was putting pressure on you like Scooter said. I wasn't sympathetic or considerate to your feelings at all. I was demanding answers out of you while you didn't even have time to process, like throwing too much wood into a fire," he sighed. "And I promise, I'll make you forget all about Jeffrey. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I smiled, kissing him. "So are we... still together?"

"Why wouldn't we be? I don't want this relationship to be like my others too. I want to work to fix our problems instead of dropping what we worked so hard for," he smiled. "And I treasure our relationship more than anything."

"Me too," I giggled. "All is forgiven."

"Hallelujah!" he exclaimed, kissing me again.

"You know what sucks about having a secret relationship?" Justin asked after we broke apart.

"Not being able to kiss in public?"

"Well that, and the fact that I can't boast to the world about how lucky I am to have you. I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops."

"Awww," I blushed. "Honestly I feel the exact same way. I'm actually getting kind of tired about hiding it."

"Are you saying you're ready to tell everyone?" he asked, surprised.

"Maybe. I'm not too sure yet," I shrugged.

"I'll go along with whatever you think," we said in unison.

"You decide. NO YOU DECIDE. STOP COPYING ME!" we had a stare off until we burst out laughing.

"How about we talk to Scooter about it in the morning?" Justin suggested.