I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 3 - You Make It Hard

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< Chapter 3: You Make It Hard >

♥ Jamie's POV: ♥

After chatting, joking, play fighting and watching a movie with Justin and I, Phoebe decided it'd be a nice idea to head on home. It was about 9:52 and I was unusually tired.

"Bye, Phoebs, see you soon," I waved as she walked out the front door, me following behind.

"Bye Phoebe!" Justin called from the couch.

"Bye, you two are amazing!" Phoebe smiled, and she soon faded from my front porch and I shut the door. I walked sleepily and sat next to Justin on the couch. He looked over at me and leaned in closely.

"We're alone now, you know.." he whispered seductively in my ear. I mentally groaned. He can't seriously be doing this. But leaning closer, he began nibbling on my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled his lips away by centimeters to whisper again.

"You told me you love me. I didn't get the chance to tell you that I love you, too," he said, reaching down to kiss my jawline, then my neck. I had to fight back the urge to moan. He's making this really hard.

"Y-you do?" I asked dumbly. He stopped kissing the side of my neck to look up at me.

"Whatever happens, please don't forget that. Promise me?" he spoke sternly, as if he meant every word.

"I won't if you don't," I smiled lightly, referring to the fact I love him, too. "But..."

"But what?" he questioned, pulling back and furrowing his eyebrows. I looked away from his gorgeous, heart-melting brown eyes and watched the floor.

"When Selena called... I just felt like she's too good a friend to deserve her boyfriend cheating on her with his best friend, a.k.a one of her also good friends," I worried again.

"Jamie," he pulled back a strand of hair behind my ear, "if you love me enough, we can deal with this."

"But... Don't you love Selena? Haven't you ever told her you love her?" I was now curious.

"We never said 'I love you' to each other, we just kind of expressed it. But I love her more like a friend and girlfriend at the time. However, it's you I love with all my heart," he confessed.

"Seriously?" I asked, touched. "So, what, you wanna be together?"

He shifted in his seat, but not at all in a nervous way, more like a readjusting way and smiled at me. He leaned close to me and I could feel his breathing on my lightly blushed skin. He pressed his lips on mine and kissed me ever so softly, I could melt at his touch. Butterflies flew manically around my stomach and I forgot all my problems, focusing on kissing back. Words aren't even close to existance to describe the way his lips feel on mine. If I tried to describe it to you, it'll come out cheesy and predictable. But no, this is too precious. I was extremely disappointed to realize his careful, soft lips had left mine, but his beaming eyes and smile made up for it.