(Three Months together)
You were back at home and everything was sorta back to normal. The media has had a field day with you and Justin's new relationship. Chantel is out of the picture. She hasn't been shading or trying to come between you and Justin. It's been pretty easy so far, and the love between you two had gotten stronger.
"(Y/n)..." Your sister calls.
"Yeah?"
"Justin called. He said he'd be here in a few hours."
"Okay..." You say smiling to yourself.
You turn your attention back to your notepad. You had been writing a lot of songs lately, hiding them from Justin of course. This was like thirtieth one.
Diamonds used to be coal
Look young cause they got soul
That's why they're beautiful
And my heart used to be cold
'Til your hands laid on my soul
Baby, that's why you're beautiful
"Baby!!!" You hear a voice whine. You smile as you put your pad and pen away. Suddenly, arms wrap around your waist.
"Hi." Justin whispers in your ear.
"Hi." You say back.
You turn around in his arms, pecking his lips.
"How was your day?" He asks.
"Fine. I've been... Writing."
"Writing? What?" He says sounding shocked.
You nod your head, taking out your pad.
"Wow." He says taking it. "How long has this been going on?"
"Two months... Maybe more." You say. He leads you to the bed, sitting down and opening it. He reads a few of the songs.
"This is amazing, babe!" He squeals kissing your cheek.
"Really?" You ask stunned.
"Yeah. This is some good writing. Why haven't you told me about this earlier?"
You shrug your shoulders. "You really think it's good?"
He nods taking off his glasses. You stare into them, almost in a trance.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Your eyes... They're so... Beautiful." You say rubbing his cheeks.
"Thank you." He chuckles, biting his lip.
You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He pulls you against his body as you both lay back in the bed.
"How long you staying?" You ask parting away from him.
"A few weeks maybe." He says, his eyes getting heavy. You smile, adoring his flawless features. You start to hum a melody of one of your songs, running your fingers through his hair.
"Which song is that?" He asks.
"The first one I wrote." You say softly.
"Could you sing it for me?" He asks.
"You're gonna fall asleep." You giggle.
"No I won't." He chuckles.
You think about it. Then you start to sing.
Ears closed
What I hear no one else has to know
Cause' I know
