Mr. Bieber & I

Chapter 26

unedited.

1 week later

Hannah's POV

Well, I took my dad up on his offer and I am now staying temporarily until the baby comes. It's a good decision too because what if my water breaks and no one is there to help me? I could die and so could my baby. So here I am now, sitting in my old room scrolling through my phone. My life is so boring that thats what it has come down too.

I still haven't caled Justin back or Tyler. I was pushing it off so I wouldn't deal with it but. . .might as well do it now since I'm bored as hell. Going into my contacts and pressing Justins name, I wait for him to pick up.

"Hello? Hannah?" he says groggily into the phone. Must've just woken up. But it's 1 PM. HOW CAN HE SLEEP THAT LONG?

"Hey Justin, I'm sorry I haven't called you." I said

"It's okay, why are you calling?" He chuckles

"I'm responding to your voicemail you left me a week ago. About us meeting up with each other?" I say.

"Oh, okay. So what do you say? Wanna get together? I just wanted to talk-nothing more I promise." He said while moving around. I couldn't tell what he was doing since I wasn't there but it sounded like he was getting dressed.

"Yeah, I mean it wouldn't hurt right." I smiled. "When are you coming here?" I asked.

"Um, I think in about a week. I'm not sure. But I can just text you when I'm there." He told me.

"Okay sounds good." I reply.

"How's the baby?" he asked concerned.

"The baby? Um... he's good." I say. It sounded like Justin just spit something out.

"A he? It's a boy?!" He almost yells.

"Yeah, it is." I look down at my nails.

"Wow." He breaths. "I'm gonna have a son." He laughs. "I'm having a son!" he yells.

"Um Justin? Just one small problem. . .We aren't together so metaphorically speaking he isn't. But technically he is. Ya know what I'm saying?" I tell him.

"Yeah...it'd be nice if we were though." He trails off.

"Well I'm gonna go. Text me when you get here." I hang up, not giving him a chance to reply.

I wasn't ready to talk to him about all that relationship stuff. Some people might just call me dumb for leaving him just because he verbally abused me. But that's not the reason I left him, I left him because he hurt me mentally and emotionally. Mentally, because I had no one. I couldn't even hang out with Marissa with out him telling me I needed to come home and serve him. Emotionally, because I felt worthless. Like I didn't mean anything to him. Which I probably didn't.

Anyways, lets just forget about him. Walking downstairs I instantly smelled bacon. So I go down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Harley, I just wanted to tell you that that bacon smells delicious." I say sitting down on a bar stool and resting my elbows on the counter.

"Well, thanks Hannah. Want to try it? You know, to make sure it's fully cooked and all." She winked picking up a piece of bacon and handing it to me.

"Don't have to tell me twice." I quickly gulped it down. "That was delicious!"

"Thanks Hannah. I knew I could count on you." She jokes. I stand up from the stool and head into the living room and seeing my Dad focused on the TV.