Hate That I Love You

Chapter Nineteen.

It's all too good isn't it? Just when I get things together, I start to feel happy there is always something that happens, and it's not a simple thing I could easily change. No. This is business. This is my life. And at times I really fucking hate it.

Waking up I smile like always, seeing Justin so peaceful whilst he's asleep. Putting a shirt on I take my phone and head to the kitchen to make a drink for us both. As the kettle boils I check my phone, just as a text from Jason comes through

"Get out now, you and Justin need to leave" screwing my face in confusion i don't question Jason's intentions. Running back to the bedroom I shake Justin awake "Baby we need to go. Now!" I say, his eyes widening at the expression of my face he knows I'm serious. Throwing the duvet off him he jumps up, us both getting dressed as quickly as we can. Before running towards the front door. But it's already too late, whoever Jason warned us about are here before we could escape.

Just as Justin reaches his hand out to open the door, his other hand gripping tightly with mine the door is knocked through , slamming against the wall. Both of us pushed against it too our hands lock even tighter together. As were both held back, struggling under two men's hands, a couple of others running throughout the house. As they're all shouting at each other, I recognise the language. Little did they know I'm fluent in it too. Trying to untangle my hand from Justin's to fight back, he grips tighter so I can't. Turning my face to his he slowly shakes his head. Why is he not fighting back? As the men hold us tighter against the wall, shouting in Spanish at us, Justin and I stare blankly back at them. Our faces emotionless to give no clue to whether we may be scared or not. Which, knowing Justin he wouldn't be and to be honest I'm not either. I'm angry, and whoever these guys are...they're messing with the wrong people.

As they all mutter to each other in Spanish, a few walk out the door leaving one man behind "conseguir que en la furgoneta ahora" Get them in the van now. As the arm releases it's grip against my shoulders, I look up at the man, only his eyes showing. Cocking my head at him I smile, before raising my knee into his groin and kicking him in the stomach as he falls to the ground. Seeing Justin fight his guy off, him lying on the ground in pain aswell. He takes my hand in his again as we run through the house, out the bedroom door and on to the beach.

Feeling my head hit the sand, a weight against my body. I lift my head up to see justin in front of me, if it isn't Justin over me which means them guys have caught with us, they have us again. Seeing Justin try to push who ever is off me, he's soon lying in front of me his face in the sand. Fuck. The next thing I know, me and Justin are being pulled up from the sand and pushed to walk towards the house. Walking at the side of the house to where I see Justin's car next to mine. Being pushed to walk past our cars and towards a black van, I'm still not scared? I guess I should be. But that's not me, I'm angry. Really fucking angry "get in!" One man shouts, his strong Spanish accent thick, Justin and I just standing in front of the van "Get in!!" He shouts one more, pushing us both in to the van. With our hands tied behind our back Justin and I sit opposite each other. Looking at my feet and back up at Justin, I can't help but smile. Justin repeating my actions he looks at me with his face screwed up "why are you smiling?" He asks "I don't even know" I reply, trying to hold back a laugh when I see Justin's face getting angrier as the seconds go by.

"Espero que sepas que te quiero" I tell him quietly. Loud enough for only him to hear. As he looks up from his shoes he smiles "Spanish?" He asks, to which I reply with a nod "Since when do you speak Spanish?" He asks "Maybe you don't know everything about me" I tell him, followed by a wink. Justin chuckles, throwing his head back against the van and sighing.

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However long later, I open my eyes and look around realising I fell asleep Sitting up i yawn "How long did I sleep?" I ask, Justin laying down, his face turning towards me "A while. Wherever we're going it's taking fucking ages" Justin mumbles irritated. Sighing I shuffle over to Justin laying down next to him "I love you" kissing his cheek and lying my head on his chest "I love you" he replies, kissing the top of my head.