Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

XLI

XLI.
__________
Song of the chapter:
Bad Liar by Selena Gomez
__________

The strong scent of coffee and fall morning air prompted me to open my eyes the next morning. I tirelessly rubbed my eye with the back of my hand before resting the side of my face on the pillow. As my eyes scanned my surroundings in order to verify exactly what had happened the night before, I realized that I was in fact at Justin's apartment, and we really did have sex. It wasn't just some crazy dream.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned my head over my shoulder in hopes to see Justin, but he was not there. He stayed with me throughout the remainder of the night as far as I knew, pressed tightly against my back.

So, where is he?

I sat up, balling up the bed sheet in my fist and holding it over my bare chest. I attempted to shift my legs, but I was stopped by a shooting pain from my toes to my hips from the unfamiliarity of last night's events. Justin warned me that I wasn't going to feel the greatest if we continued but for some reason, neither of us cared very much in the moment.

My eyes fell to the right of me where I noticed a neatly folded gray tee shirt. The corners of my lips lifted softly, knowing that Justin purposely left it for me to put on. I quickly obliged and pulled the thin fabric over my cold body, enveloping myself with the scent of Justin that I was growing to love so much. It was absolutely insane to think that only a month ago, I wanted nothing to do with him at all. The thought of him made me roll my eyes and question why exactly everybody was so intrigued. Now I knew.

The white painted door across the room creaked open, causing my head to lift in that direction. I was greeted by a shirtless, smiling Justin who was wearing only sweatpants and holding a plate and a mug, which I assumed to be filled with coffee.

"Good morning, sleepy," he proceeded towards the bed. Warmth flooded my body from the gentle raspiness in his voice. "I thought I was going to have to wake you up myself."

Tipping my head in confusion, I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand that read 10:54. My eyes widened, realizing I never verified with my parents that I wasn't going to school. I told my mom the night before, but I figured updating her was probably a good idea. In a scrambled fashion, I reached for my phone and frantically began my attempt to call or text one of them.

"Hey, relax. I already texted your mom for you, don't worry," Justin set the plate and mug down on the nightstand before touching my shoulder in order to console me. I looked up at him, relief hitting me like a train. "I said that you didn't feel well still and you wanted to stay home. I hope that's okay with you."

Smiling, I placed my head in my hand and began laughing at my sudden and overly dramatic reaction. "Thank you," I chuckled.

He sat down beside me on the bed, laughing softly. I turned my head to him once I felt his gaze on me, missing his warm brown eyes. Shyly, I smiled. It was no secret that I was completely out of my element the previous night, and it was all new for me. I wasn't exactly embarrassed, but I was most definitely surprised with myself for wanting it so soon.

"I made you breakfast," he stated, a hint of redness in his complexion due to our locked gazes. I looked over to see that the plate was neatly covered with eggs, bacon, and toast. "I know you told me you loved breakfast, so I wanted to make sure you were awake to actually enjoy it before lunchtime."