The Douchebag (Justin bieber fanfiction)

Second thoughts

I woke up after a slight jolt in my muscles,opening my eyes and peering around the room I realised that I wasn't in a familiar place,it looked like I was in some sort of cinema? There was a big screen in front of me playing adverts quietly,the room was dark with little light and there was pop corn all over the room.

I slowly leaned forwards but fell straight back as my waist was restricted by something.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes absentmindedly.

I had such a good dream last night,it was about-

Wait...who's the boy next to me?

The boy slowly opened his eyes and stared at me before he closed his eyes again,a small smile on his lips.

Wait...shit.

The hair..the scar on his cheek.

My dream wasn't fake...I have genuinely met Justin..I've kissed him and-

Fuck...I've kissed him..fuck knows what that could do to his career if anyone found out.

I needed to get outta here...maybe If I leave now he won't remember me and I'll simply stay a fan..

I know it's stupid but it's worth a try..I don't want to be a burden to him..I guess you could say I come with baggage and Justin doesn't need that.

Maybe deleting his number would help?

I sighed and got up off the seat making sure not to wake up sleeping beauty next to me.

I grabbed my purse and tiptoed out the room.

I made my way around the house from what I could remember and found myself in the kitchen. I found a pen on the counter and grabbed a sticky note from the fridge,I began to write down a note.

Hey Justin,

I'm so sorry but I need to go..it's best if all of this never happened,it's too complicated and I don't want to affect your career...or your life.

It was fun while it lasted...

Love you always,Taylor x

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I was now at home after I had just received a call from my father demanding that I must come back straight away to buy him beer.

So that's exactly what I was doing..

I had just handed the cashier the money before I strutted out the shop,I climbed into my car and headed back home.

****

I sighed and trudged into the kitchen only to find a note taped to the counter.

I picked it up and began to to read the scruffy writing of my dad.

'Dear tayler

I've gone out for a bit and you should of got me my beer,put it in the fridge and don't touch any of the food in there..I'm having friends over tonight and your mother is going shopping with Sally or whatever that woman's name is,don't open to the door and stay good..you know what happens if you don't.

Dad'

I scoffed and crumpled the paper up into a ball.

He didn't even spell my name right...what a twat.

I shoved the beer crate In the basement as it was colder down there and the crate wouldn't fit in the fridge.

After that I proceeded to go to my room to take a long needed shower to reflect over the past couple of hours prior.