Finding Myself. ~Sequel to Loosing Myself.~

~Chapter 4~

//Strong Language at the end// 

~Justin's P.O.V~

'Justinnn' I hear a groan, fluttering my eyes open, I'm greeted with my girlfriend looking right at me.

'What?' I chuckle lowly, my morning voice filling her small room.

'I've just got invited to a party tonight and I was wondering if you'd like to go?' 

'and that couldn't wait until I woke up?' I laugh at her eagerness, running my fingers on her arm. 

'No, it couldn't' 

'Well yeah, sounds good.' 

I smile at her, kissing her forehead.

'No black shorts?' I talk, trying to avoid the silence.

She winces a little at the mention of them, clearly not over the top situation.

'Sorry.' I coo, kissing her forehead gently.

~5 hours later~

I watch Ashlee strut around the room in her short blue dress like a mad woman, throwing everything around her onto the floor.

'What the hell are you looking for?' I laugh, watching her send me a scowl before leaning down and rummaging through dirty laundry on the floor.

'My purse.' She scowls again and I raise an eyebrow at her.

'What?' I chuckle under my breath, laughing at the anger in her.

'Whats so funny Justin? Watching me prance about like a mad girl when you could be helping me?'

She lets out a huff in defence, I laugh again, walking over and cradling her in my arms.

'Its right behind you baby.' I whisper to her, she turns around, spying the black pure on the counter tops.

'Thank you.'

I smile at her, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

'I think I'm starting to get anger issues.' It was her turn to laugh, she wraps her arms around my waist, smiling up at me.  

'You can't, two of us can't have them'

~At The Party~

I walk with Ashlee on my hip through the crowds of people with red cups, her body clung perfectly in her dress. Her long hair was cascading down her back. She had on minimal make up, more than she usually wore but not alot. She wore eyeliner on her eyelids, making sure her hazel eyes was the main feature and a nude lip.

My favourite on her was a red lip, just because her lips look so goddamn kissable, but a nude was definitely a close second. 

Her hips were swaying already, going into the beat of the music. I caught a few eyes staring at her and she obviously did too so she swung around placing her hands on my shoulder.

'Drink?' she asks, raising her voice a little to match the music.

I shake my head, leaning down and kissing her lips for a few seconds.

I pull her hips closer to mine, feeling a smile spread across her lips.

She pulls away first, giving me a questioning look.

'Drink?' I ask, not letting go of her beautiful hips.

She shakes her head, attaching her lips back to my own.

I missed this, I missed being able to kiss her in public, in parties, so everyone around me knew she was mine and not to mess with us. She was my girl and nobody was going to change that, no matter who they were.