Loving You Still {Z.M}

Eight

  Brayden

I lean against the wall watching as Justine swings her hips to the music. She decided to come over last night and she ended up staying the night. Luckily, Zayn went out and stayed with my sister. I had the apartment to myself. Justine is wearing my tee shirt from last night as she makes breakfast. I never really thought I would settle down with someone, especially with my little sisters best friend.

"You know staring is quite rude B." I hear which tears me away from my thoughts. Justine is now facing me, as she has a cute smile etched on her face. I chuckle softly, before walking over to her. My hands instantly grab her hips as I tug her closer to me.

"You need to talk to Harry. I really want to take you out in public and be able to call you my girlfriend without worrying about someone else." I state staring down at the girl in my arms. Justine presses her lips together, her small hands are pressed against my bare back.

"I know Bray. It's just hard to think of an opening statement to tell someone and be like, hey by the way I cheated on you." Justine replies and I let out a surprising laugh at that statement. Justine looks at me curiously as her nails slightly dig into my skin.

"I'm sorry, that's just funny. I've never taken you for someone to cheat on someone. Especially with someone like me." I say, as I lean down pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. Before Justine can say anything, she turns back around after pushing me away slightly. She starts mumbling on how I made her burn the food.

We eat breakfast, that was slightly burned due to my indiscretions (well that's what Justine said.), and we've made our way to the couch. My arm is wrapped around her shoulders as her body is leaning against my side. She put on some girly tv show, that she is watching quite intently but I'm watching her.

When I first met Justine, I thought she was loud and obnoxious. She was nothing like Esme which was definitely different. Justine was always gorgeous though. She made everything perfect, even though she argued about everything and told everyone off for even suggesting that was wrong. Magic of talking to Justine Reynolds.

Justine and I have been growing close ever since Esme first left to Australia. It started off innocent at first. Just simple conversations and gentle touches that seem friendly. Then it turned into something more. I started feeling things for her, so I acted upon it when Zayn went to the bathroom. We've all been hanging out playing video games. Then I just kissed her, surprisingly she kissed me back. Despite having a boyfriend. Then things started happening, make our sessions in the kitchen, then touching when we were alone. A month ago is when we decided to go all the way, and that was the best choice of my life.

Justine's hand finds its way onto my thigh and I can feel her squeeze it which pulls me away from my thoughts. I turn my attention to her, as she looks up at me. A smile covers her features as she stares up at me. I can honestly say I'm in love with this girl and I've never been in love with any girl. She's different. She doesn't demand anything from me, even though I give her anything I can possible give her. I don't want to lose her.

"What are you thinking about babe?" Justine asks me, her fingers tips trailing my inner thigh but not in a sexual manner that happened last night, but instead of a gentle caress to show me how she feels. My thumb rubs over her shoulder, before humming softly.

"I'm thinking about you love. Thinking about our crazy story. When you officially dump Harry, I want you to be my girlfriend. Not just Esme's best friend, not Harry's girlfriend but mine." I state softly, as my eyes roam over the features of her face. Her cheeks turn a bright red color before she nods at me.

"Of course. I guess I could bless you with my attention and affection." Justine hums as I let out a soft chuckle. Of course she's like this, but it's one of the many things I love about her. I lean down capturing her lips against mine. Her lips move against mine in a gentle kiss, as one of my hands moves to cup her cheek as I deepen the kiss.