One Day {Justin Bieber}

Chapter Three

*Molly's POV*

That night, after Justin drove me back home, Alex called me at least twenty times. Exhausted from my day, I changed into jammies immediately and put on a movie, This Means War; one of my favorite movies.

I remember the first time I saw this: Justin took me to see it at the cinema the first day he had on break from the Believe Tour. Man, that was such a fun day…

I miss those times… I thought that coming to college with Justin would make a lot more of those times, make a lot more memories, but I barely see him anymore I feel like. What am I talking about? We just spent the entire day together! And it was so much fun… Just like old times.

Halfway through the movie, my phone goes off again, and I groan, but instead of it being a text from Alex, it’s from Justin.

From: Jay

I had a lot of fun today, Molls. I hope youre feeling better. Im still here (;

I smile. Something about Justin and the way he talks has the ability to constantly make me smile.

To: Jay

I had fun, too. I know you are. Thank you for everything. I love you, J x

From: Jay

I love you more Molls

 When I wake up in the morning, I awake to the sound of my phone ringing. Jesus Christ, Alex! How many times are you going to ring me before you realize I’m just not going to answer?! I check a few of his texts:

From: Alex <3

What are you doing today, Molly? Can I come over?

I sigh, there’s no way I’m ready to see him.

To: Alex <3

Im busy with the girls, and I have a lot of homework. Sorry.

I have this feeling that I might be done with Alex, or at least ready for a break from him. Justin has a dance rehearsal today with Nick, not for a show or anything, but just to get some things under his belt before he releases even more music, which is amazing, by the way, and I think I might tag along, he invited me to after all, and I definitely don’t want to do anything with Alex.

I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair then let it hang loose around my shoulders before I ring Justin. He answers immediately.

“You up for some dancing, Molly?”

I smile. “Only if you can keep up with me.”

“I think we both know it’ll be both of us trying to keep up with Nick.”

I laugh.

“We’ll be there in 10.”

10 minutes later, Justin’s car pulls up outside my house and I run to it, hugging both him and Nick before I get in.

“Hey, Molly! How have you been?”

“I’m good! How are you, Mr. DeMoura?”

He chuckles. We have an ongoing joke where we are overly formal with each other. “I’m excellent, Ms. Renolds.”