#Someday Is Today (A Justin Bieber Pregnancy Story)

#23: "A Fuming Bieber Boy In A Towel."

Here you all are! My wonderful loves!! A SPECIAL THANKS TO A CERTAIN EVIL MONKEY FOR encouraging me to upload this because she is just so impatient.! 

Anyway, here is an extra long chapter for you!! TWO MORE LEFT BEFORE THE END! YAY!

Dont hate for this incredibly terrible cliffy, LOTS OF LOVE,

-Nat.

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_Saphire's P.O.V_

 

Justin and I arrived home a little past 8 in the evening, even though it seemed so much later than that. Maybe it was because we were both worn out from shopping all day, or maybe it was because the tension on the drive home was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. He had told me he was just cold, but he said it with the fakest smile I have ever seen. To be quite honest, I was offended he thought I didn't know him well enough to know he was faking it. But I really WAS cold. Even after we made it back into the house and I threw myself onto the plush white bed, my fingers still felt like icicles. That coffee with Harry only helped for so long. Speaking of that, I should probably tell Justin that he had said hi and that I had invited him over tomorrow for our Christmas Eve party. But that would have to wait, because he had locked himself in the bathroom the second we got home, starting the shower.

Unease crept into my stomach, because I knew he was really upset about something. And for some reason I felt like there wasn't anything I could do to help. I trust him to not do something stupid because he's past that part in his life, but I should be the comforter.

Getting up from the bed I walked to lean my head against the door to the bathroom, "Baby?" I asked. I heard the curtain shuffle a little, most likely in an attempt to hear me better.

"What?" he called out, loud to overpower the sound of the shower.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Silence followed until he finally spoke, "Nothing."

"Are you still cold?" I asked, in an attempt to make him laugh.

"Obviously not." he replied, his voice full of venom.

"Are you going to tell me why you're angry?" I asked, adjusting to push my ear against the door.

"No! You should know anyway, Jesus!"

I ignored the stab of pain that caused in my chest and remained silent for a little while. I wonder what I did to him, we were doing so well shopping until he left. The next time I found him he was all pissy.

"Baby?" I called out again.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE! WHAT!?" he screamed, the shower turning off in the process.

My mouth dropped open in shock and I stepped backwards from the bathroom door. Justin never swore at me out of anger, never. The door flew open with such force that I thought it was going to rip off its hinges, revealing a fuming Bieber boy in a towel. I let out a small whimper of fright at the same time, fore I had never seen such fire in his eyes.

"I-I-I was just going to -uh- tell you that I wanted you to warm me up...but um, I'm just gonna go," I stuttered, turning and walking away down the stairs.

Once I made my way into the living room I collapsed onto the hardwood floors. I took one of the presents we had bought for the triplets and laid it on the floor, opening and stretching out a length of wrapping paper for its shape. I held the paper with one hand while I tore a piece of tape. Wrapping presents happened by myself for at least 20 minutes, all the while playing what had just happened over in my head, so much so that before long I had to pause wrapping because my eyes were so full with tears that I could no longer see the present I was trying to wrap.