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CHAPTER 30: "You don't have to ask."

CHAPTER 30: "You don't have to ask."

"Happy 22nd birthday, baby."

"Thanks, Justin."

"So are you going to open my gift?"

"Maybe later."

"Come on, I wanna see your face already."

"You're a dork."

"That's why you love me."

"Maybe."

I gave in and decided to unwrap the little gift box that Justin got me for my birthday. The look on his face gave me a certain amount of priceless shivers. We were seated on his bed as I just woke up. I didn't have work so as per usual, I slept over.

A couple of years have passed and he was still as attractive as he could ever be. Not to mention twice as successful. Maybe thrice.

After that moment between Justin and I, everything changed. The way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the way he made love to me.. They all changed the way I looked at Justin. He was passionate and gentle.

We didn't have any label. He told me he loved me all the time, we gave each other gifts, we slept over in each other's houses any damn time we pleased, we kissed, we had sex, everything. We did everything together. But we were not boyfriend and girlfriend.

All I knew was that he never failed to loosen me up. I think it was safe to say that Justin Bieber saved me.

My eyebrows furrowed when I finally saw what was inside the box.

"A key?" I asked. Justin was grinning from ear to ear. "What do I do with--"

I stopped cold when I realized what it was.

Justin just bought me a fucking car.

"Justin, you did not." I blurted.

"Yes, I did. And I know you don't like cars that much so I got you a cute one." He giggled. He was so damn adorable.

"Aww, not the fast one?" I said, sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and kissed my hand. "I hope you're happy on your birthday."

I smiled. "Of course I am. Thanks to you."

"I love you, (YN)."

I still can't say it. I didn't know what was stopping me.

"Justin, you've done so much for me. You know? I don't know how to thank you."

"We can just kiss, you know. That's more than enough."

So I jumped over him and kissed the shit out of him.

You can say that I liked Justin. But I didn't love him just yet.

I hope it wasn't the undying feeling I had for Nash that was keeping me from opening my doors for Justin.

But who was I kidding?

"Do you wanna make love?" Justin asked, slightly pulling away from me.

"You don't have to ask." I told him.

He gave me a winning smile and hovered over me.

"You're so damn beautiful." He whispered then proceeded to tasting my lips.

Something about me seemed off that day though. I didn't even wanna kiss Justin back. I tried to, but my lips won't cooperate.

He sighed and pulled away. "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel so good today." I lied.

His face fell. "Are you okay? Are you sick? It's your birthday, you can't be sick."

I wil try. Like I always do. Only because Justin's really great to me. I thought.

"I just don't feel good." I said. "Make me feel better and kiss me again?"

He smiled from ear to ear yet again and continued to place his lips on mine.

As usual, his lips felt so fucking amazing. Surprisingly, I started moaning into the kiss.

"Mmmmm.. Justin.." I slightly pulled away.

"What?" He whispered, oh so sweetly.

I didn't know what made me but I told Justin a secret I never ever told Nash.

"I want you to fuck me inside a movie theater." I whispered sexily unto his ear.

"Fuck." He grunted. "You're so hot."

Maybe I was just bitter that Nash and I weren't able to do it.

"Please, Justin." I begged. "Fuck me there, now."

"Now?" His eyes widened.

I bit my lip and nodded like a crazy person.

"Okay", he chuckled while shaking his head in disbelief.

We both got ready cos I was making that for real. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to do it. I felt like it would've somehow cured my bitterness. I wasn't thinking straight for sure, but I just didn't give a flying fuck anymore.

"Do you feel awkward about this?" I asked Justin, whose attention was undivided to the road. He laughed lightly causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle.

"Not at all to be honest", he said. "I'm loving the idea."

Thanks to Nash, Justin. It was his.

Justin and I were all dressed up like other people. He had normal pants, not the baggy ones, and a sweater to cover his tattoos. He wore a cap and huge glasses.

We walked separately when we got to the place. We tried to act like we weren't together. He would look at me and try not to laugh and I would, too. But my laughs were uncontrollable.

Before getting to the movie house, Justin and I passed by a fancy restaurant which made us both stop.

Justin looked at me with sympathetic eyes as I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

It was Kylie and Nash.

And they were making out like lovers.

I felt my body freeze.

Then I passed out.