One Day {Justin Bieber}

Chapter Fifteen

*Molly’s POV*

 I feel a light slapping-pain on my cheek and I open my eyes wearily to find Justin standing in front of my bed, all dressed and ready to begin the day.

I wipe my eyes groggily. “What-… What time is it?”

“Eleven,” Justin replies. “Let’s get this day started already.”

I roll over and pull my pillow over my face. “Why are you up so early?” I moan.

“I’ve been up since eight,” He sits down at the end of my bed. “Kenny had me in the gym lifting weights; gotta be lookin’ good for ya.” He winks.

I roll my eyes. “Just because you’re up, doesn’t mean I need to be.”

“You’re the laziest person I know.”

“I need some beauty sleep.”

“You’re already beautiful, Molly.”

My cheeks flush a deep shade of red. Thank God I have a pillow covering my face.

“That’s beside the point, Justin.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes, it is actually.”

I sigh. Having a boyfriend who compliments me, and I mean really compliments me, is really nice, but it just makes me even more insecure for some reason. I’ve never really been good at taking compliments, though. “Give me one good reason I should wake up.”

“Your gorgeous boyfriend is dressed nicely.”

I scoff.

“I’ll take you out to a delicious breakfast.”

Ooh. Food.

I remain silent and he gives me another reason: “I’ll wear a beanie.”

I sigh. He got me.

I rip the pillow away from my face and sunlight comes flooding into my eyes. I groan.

“Haha!” Justin exclaims. “I got you up! I’m good at this.”

“Only because you’ve known me forever.”

“I don’t care how I did it, I’m just happy I did.”

I laugh and pull myself out of the warmth and comfort of my bed and Justin reaches his hand out for me, helping me onto my feet.

I yawn slowly and stretch my arms out, my eyes closing slightly.

When I look at Justin again, he’s trying to avert his gaze and he’s biting down harshly on his lip.

I raise my eyebrow. “Am I doing something…?”

A shiver runs down his body. “That yawn…”

“My…yawn?”

He nods. “It was so cute.”

My jaw drops. “Did I just turn Justin Bieber on by yawning?!?”

He sighs. “Shut up.”

I laugh triumphantly. “This is too easy.”

He sighs again.

“Stop sighing,” I complain. “and get out so I can change!” I push both my hands against his chest, knocking him slightly off balance.

“Damn, Molls,” Justin whistles. “You’re strong.”

I scoff. “I’m also skinny, now get out and let me change.”

Justin’s eyes soften and he raises his eyebrow. “Molly,” He starts, his voice filled with concern.

It’s pretty weird having a boyfriend who actually cares about me and actually listens to what I say.

“Justin, you know what I mean. Just, get out, please.” I shoot him down, not wanting to get all sentimental with him about how I feel about myself.

“Fine, fine, but I’m not gonna let that go that easy, Molls. Let’s talk about it-…”

“Justin I need to change!!”

“-Over that delicious breakfast I promised you.” He finishes, not giving in.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you forget about the food-part, did you?” I joke and he laughs. “Now come on, leave my room so I can get changed for our ‘delicious breakfast.’”

“Okay…” He turns around, scratches the back of his neck, and walks out.

– 

Thirty minutes later, Justin laces his hand in mine and pushes the glass front door of our hotel open before leading me out onto the sidewalk.

In the few moments I get, I think about how insane it is that I’ve gotten used to the incredible amount of flashing-lights from cameras that follows me and Justin everywhere. It’s wrong, really, to make a person go through it, but they do make us go through it and they also make us live our lives under a giant magnifying glass. I mean, who gave anyone the right to follow me around, to make presumptions about me and my family and my friends, and tell me what I should and shouldn’t do because of the constant worry or what other people might think?! God it’s messed up.

Justin obviously senses my sudden frustration and squeezes my hand.

Whoops, I must’ve tightened my grip on him a bit.

We walk side by side down the road on the way to the ‘delicious breakfast’ place for ten minutes before we arrive.

Justin leads me in, holding the door for me and pulling my chair out for me once we’re seated. He makes me smile so much.

Once we’re both settled and we both have cups of coffee, Justin clears his throat.

Uh oh, here we go.

I take a deep breath. “Jay…?”

He shuts his eyes for a moment. “Sorry, I just-… I don’t know.”

“What-What do you mean? You know you can trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I can’t trust you. I know I can trust you with my life, Molls, it’s just… I don’t really know how to say this.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Oh, alright, well, just… Don’t worry. It’s not like there’s any pressure. You know you can trust me, because you can, so don’t worry about it-…”

“I’m scared, Molly.”

I stop dead in my tracks. “S-scared? You’re…scared? Uh, scared of what?”

“It’s not what I’m scared of, it’s who I’m scared for.”

“Oh, okay. Who…Who are you scared for?”

“You, Molly. I’m scared for you.”

*End of Chapter Fifteen*

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