Fallen Hearts ( A Justin Bieber FF )

PART 5 - Awkward Silence

It had been a long two hours of silence. There was nothing decent on the television and my phone was charging. Bored out of my mind, I went for a long soak. If Justin wants to sulk then fine but I’m not sitting there watching him be a jerk. I filled the bath with vanilla bubble bath, dimmed the lights and lit several candles. After this morning, I think I deserved it! To add to the effect, I put the hotel’s complimentary CD on, a mix of calming songs with no lyrics. The mood was just right, almost perfect. But it would have been better with Justin in the tub…

After a good hour of bathing, I looked like some sort of prune! Great. Justin hadn’t moved from the chair. His headphones were still placed on his head, leaving a line in his messy hair, his feet were still open, a typical boy way to sit, the laptop was still resting on his lap as he tapped away furiously, the keys being overworked and his head still stayed low. I don’t think I have ever seen him be this quiet for long, it was worrying me.

“Justin, do you want to go out and maybe get some food or something?” This should work, he is always hungry!

“No thanks.” What!? Since when does he turn down food? Shit, this was serious, but I thought everything was forgiven and forgotten now, what happened to moving on?

“Justin, are you ok? You’re really quiet.” I spoke softly, approaching him.

“I’m fine. Just tweeting some of my fans.” I sat on the edge of the chair; he didn’t even look at me once. So that’s how it is, you can’t even talk to me but you can talk to complete strangers! I know he is making his fans happy and everything but surely he can do that without neglecting his girlfriend.

“Okay then. I’m going.” And with this, I got up, grabbed my bag and started putting my things in it. Justin shot up and walked over to me. Ha, I knew that would get his attention.

“Babe, where are you going?” He put his arms around my waist and kissed me softly on my neck.

“Home.”

“Home, which home!? Atlanta?” He pulled away from me and started un-packing my bag.

“My home Justin, with my family.” I snatched my bag back off him and proceeded re-packing.

“WHAT! WHY? Babe, please don’t go!”

“It’s clear you don’t want to be with me so I’m simply lifting a burden.”

“No, no, no! I’m sorry, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dick today, it’s just I was mad. Like reallymad–”

“Where are my shoes?” I interrupted, looking under the bed and in the wardrobe, pretending to not take notice of what he was saying.

“Not at you, at Blake. I was furious he had the cheek to come here and I guess I just needed time to vent. The thought of him taking you away from me, well it scares the shit out of me. Of course I want you here; I don’t know what I would do without you. I need you, I love you. Oh god do I love you.”

Everything he said pulled at my heart strings. I can’t stay fake-mad at him! I turned around at looked at his feet, awkwardly playing with my hands. He pulled me closer and lifted my chin up, looking right into my eyes he said

“I love you.” Then, Justin leaned in and kissed me on my forehead, sending shivers down my spine. I didn’t dare say anything that could ruin the moment. He moved some hair out of my face, stroking my cheek accidentally in the process, and putting his hands in the curve of my back. Naturally, I leaned into him fitting perfectly in his shape, our lips locked and soon we were falling to the bed, our bodies warm and raring to go…