You sat next to Justin as you two watched the movie.
Although he really wasn't watching the movie. He was watching you.
"What?" You say, looking down at your hands.
He sighs, rubbing his lips. "You're so hard to read."
"Maybe I don't want to be read."
"What does that mean?" He asks.
"Why are you trying to read me?" You say almost to a whisper.
He was silent. You wouldn't look up at him. You were afraid of the look on his face.
"I want to get to know you."
"Why?"
"Is that wrong?" He asks.
"I'm... I'm not sure you'd want to know about me."
"Why?" He scoffs.
You sigh.
"My mom meant everything to me. She was my rock. After Chrissy went to college, she was all I had. I blamed myself for her dying. I blamed myself for my dad leaving. It was all me."
You could feel yourself beginning to cry.
"I cried... Every night... I cried. It was so hard to get over the fact that I had no control over her death. Or my dad leaving.... I have issues, Justin. Major issues. I'm afraid of letting people in because they may just leave me. Get bored with me. Not... Love me anymore."
Justin looks at you with concern.
"(Y/N)... I-"
"Josh left me after he was done using me for sex. He found someone better. I can't go there with you Justin. Bringing you into my life completely scares me. If I lose you... I'll be ruined."
Tears fall from your face as you sob out the last few words.
"C-can you a-at least try?" He stammers grabbing my hand. I look up at him, tears filling my eyes.
"I-I c-could try." You say. He smiles faintly, bringing you into his chest.
(Three weeks into the trip)
To be frank, you hade enjoyed this time with Justin. You've met all his friends and family, including his adorable little brother and sister who clings to your hip every time they see you.
You and Justin have gotten closer. The talks have become more serious. The kisses more sweeter. His smile has stayed on his face constantly. Pattie loves having you around, as well as his dad.
You met Scooter, who seemed so cool about you seeing Justin. He honestly can't believe that Justin actually has a twenty one year old belieber, which kind of intrigues him.
The most shocking part of the whole trip... You met her. She was not who you expected her to be. She was friendly, very sweet, and she even said you were pretty.
You actually liked her. She put your mind at ease when she said that her and Justin were just friends.
The one person you didn't meet, nor did you want to, was Chantel. You had nothing against her, but you really didn't want to be around her. She's been shading you on twitter, and your belieber fam have taking up for you. You felt loved.
Chris called and said that you actually had more than a month of vacation time, considering you've been working overtime for a good while. You gladly accepted it.
"Babe..." You hear Justin call.
"Yeah?" You call from the kitchen.
"You wanna go somewhere today?" He asks coming behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Yeah. Where are we going?" You ask.
"Um... You wanna go... Shopping?"
"You sure? Paparazzi is a bitch." You say.
"Yeah... But I wanna spoil you today."
You heart rate quickens. "Y-you don't have to."
"I know. But... I want to." He smirks, kissing your cheek.
You smile nodding.
Justin and you waited til very late go shopping. It was surprisingly quiet and empty.
You got a few things. Some clothes and intimate items. But your favorite part?
Shoes!!!!
You and Justin got some Adidas that you really liked. They were purple and white, and yours had a splash of pink.
As you shopped, Justin stopped at a jewelry store. You figured he wanted a new chain, so you paid it no mind.
After about an hour or so, you guys head back. You were kind of excited to try on the clothes.
"Are you gonna model for me?" He rasps in my ear.
"Maybe..." You say, smirking as you sway your hips, walking into your room.
The first bag you grab was the Victoria Secret. You had lotion, body spray and a couple clothing items.
You slip on the short purple gown. You look at yourself in the mirror. You looked... Hot. And it was purple, Justin's favorite color.
"Damn..." A voice grunts behind you. You jump slightly, a nervous smile spreading on your face.
"Y-you l-like i-it?" You ask.
"I love it." He rasps, kissing your neck.
You moan softly as his lips explore your neck.
"I like that sound." He mumbles against your neck. Your body trembles under his touch.
"W-what are you... Doing to me?" You moan lazily.
"I'm... Showing you how beautiful you are..." He moans, mimicking you. Swiftly, he turns you around to face him. You look into his eyes. What was this look? Was he truly aroused by you? Or was this just a way to pay him back for the shopping spree.
"Justin... I'm... I'm not-"
"I know. I know you're not ready." He sighs, rubbing your cheek.
"Thanks... For the shopping day. It was... Fun." You smirk.
"You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it." He says kissing your forehead.
"Carry me to the bed?" You ask hopeful.
He smiles, sweeping you in his arms bridal style.
He lays you down, slipping in beside you.
"I hope you don't think bad of me." He whispers.
"Why would I do that?" You ask.
"I did this because I care for you. I meant what I said. I want to get to know you. I want this to work." He rasps.
Deep down inside, you want it to work too.
