Losing (Sequel to Game On, Bieber) *ON HOLD*

"Don't be late. Or else."

sorry it's short but i couldn't start the next one or it would be in an awkward place and way too long, so enjoy for now :) shit is going down next chapter btw so stick around for that!

song recommendation: the offspring - pretty fly (for a white guy); hippie sabotage - stay high

ly all

leah xxx

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I woke up the next morning with a beautifully blank mind, blinking up at the dazzlingly white ceiling. However, like a tonne of freaking bricks, reality had to come crashing mercilessly back down and yesterday’s events popped into my mind.

Sighing softly, I turned onto my side to see Justin still fast asleep. Sure enough, there was that bruise on his jaw, looking 10x worse than how it did previously. I forced myself not to reach out and stroke his face because I wanted him to be able to stay asleep and not have to think for a little while. In slumber, he looked peaceful and that’s what he needed right now – whatever was going on, he needed a little leeway for now.

I sat up, careful not to rock the bed, before swinging my legs off. I grabbed some clothes from the still unpacked suitcase and changed in the bathroom, throwing on some light-wash shorts, a loose pink tank top, my white Converse and some sunglasses on my head (see side picture).

Leaving the bathroom, I noticed Justin was still fast asleep, snoring lightly, snuggled down under the covers. His phone was placed on the nightstand next to him. I eyed the device for a few moments and nearly jumped out of my skin when it buzzed harshly. Justin didn’t stir however.

Leave it, Gracie.

Don’t do it.

Seriously, don’t.

Ugh, whatever.

I crossed the room stealthily, my shoes padding softly on the floor. I then grabbed the phone and with one last glance at my sleeping boyfriend, I exited the room and stood outside by the door. Leaning against the wall, I unlocked the phone and read the message that popped up.

From: J

Boss says to meet on E. 14th Street. You know what will happen if you don’t.1PM sharp. Don’t be late. Or else.

 

What the hell? Who was this ‘J’ person and why was he threatening my boyfriend?! Who was the ‘boss’? Was he the one who gave Justin his injury? I felt sick at the thought of Justin going and seeing him again. He couldn’t go. I wouldn’t let him.

I held in a breath as my finger hovered over the button, before swiftly deleting the message. Whether that was the right decision, I didn’t know.

As I entered the room again, I saw Justin stirring slightly in the bed, so I crossed the floor quickly and placed his phone back where I found it. His eyes flicked open as I was standing over him and he looked up at me, confused as to why I was stood there peering down at his sleeping form. Good move, Gracie, not creepy at all.

“…Morning, babe.” I said, smiling awkwardly.

“Erm, hi?” He replied before chuckling slightly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down so I was lying on top of him. He was squinting due to the bright morning light, one eye closed and his nose scrunched up. His hair was messy atop his head and his morning voice was enough to make anyone melt.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, crossing my arms on his chest and leaning my head on them. He looked down at me and shrugged slightly.

“I’m fine.” He smiled but I knew it was forced.

I didn’t reply.

“So, what do you wanna do today?” He asked, reaching out and stroking my cheek.

“I dunno.” I answered non-committedly, my mind flashing back to the text. “I think we should go out and get breakfast though. Well, lunch. It’s about 12 now.”

He nodded happily before pulling me up and kissing me softly. One hand tangled in my hair and the other held me around the waist tightly. He rolled over until I was lying on my side. I wrapped my leg around his and presumed kissing him, his tongue gently exploring my mouth. Eventually I pulled away, staring him in his beautiful eyes. After a few seconds, he sighed deeply, closing them briefly before heaving himself up. He flashed me a slight smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

I groaned quietly, rubbing a hand over my face before getting up as well. While he was in the bathroom, I grabbed my makeup bag and applied my usual amount.

I then knocked on the door of the bathroom.

“Yeah?” His muffled voice came through.

“I need to brush my teeth!” I called.

“Yeah, sure.”

I opened the door to be met by his glorious back muscles as he faced the mirror, cleaning his own teeth. I walked over, trailing a hand down his back as I reached for my toothbrush. As I applied some paste to it, he glanced at me in the mirror. I met his eyes, golden hazel on ocean blue, and burst out laughing when he smiled an overly-cheesy toothpaste grin at me.

“You’re a dork.” My muffled voice came out as I cleaned my teeth.

“What’s that?” He asked after he rinsed his mouth out. “I’m perfect and gorgeous? Aw, thanks baby.” He smirked, leaning down and planting a kiss on my neck.

It was weird how quickly Justin’s mood could change. Thankfully, it wasn’t huge swings, like kind to violent, but it was still weird, if slightly amusing, to witness.

I guess that was best though – whatever was going on, if Justin was on edge the entire time, the situation would be eating him alive. The fact that he could relax made me calmer.

I rolled my eyes at him playfully and grinned, sticking his tongue between his teeth adorably. He turned and slapped my butt, causing me to squeal, before laughing and leaving the bathroom.

I heard the squeak of the bed, followed by a deep sigh and a “HURRRRY UPPPPPP GRAAAAY” so I rinsed and left the bathroom, smirking at my boyfriend lay spread eagled on the sheets.

“Ready when you are.” I smiled, grabbing my purse from the couch. As Justin hauled himself up, I caught sight of him grabbing his phone and my stomach flipped a bit. I hoped my deleting the message was the right thing to do.

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