My Best Friend's Roommate: (Justin Bieber Fan Fic)

Fourteen | As Luck May Have it

As I open my eyes I'm staring straight ahead at Beverly's empty side of the room. Within two seconds, my head is pounding. I cringe at the unexpected pain. What the hell? I mean, it wasn't an extreme pain but it was enough to start my day off bad. I groan and turn over in my bed. I scream at the site of a guy laying next to me. His back was turned and he was shirtless. Why was there a shirtless man in my bed? I'm trying to think of the night before but I don't remember too much. I know I was with...

When he turns over, I slide out slowly just in case I have to attack. As I ball my fists up to make my move, I relax when I see its just Bieber as I expected. He opens his eyes and smiles.

"Why the hell are you in here?" I frowned. "And you're shirtless."

He yawns and sits up, his legs dangling off the side of the bed. As he's stretching, his muscles move causing me to stare at his tattooed upper body. There's a cross tattoo right in the middle of his chest, a crown just below his collar bone on the left side, and roman numerals on the right.

I'm still trying to figure out why amd how Bieber ended up in my bed. I remember going out to Club Aria and him meeting Usher and then us getting drinks and....

Us getting drinks. That's the last thing I remember.

"Um, what happened last night?" I asked quietly.

Justin gets up and throws his shirt on. "I don't know you tell me." he's smirking.

I roll my eyes and place my hands on my hips, my own cold hands giving me chills. I grab for my shirt to pull it down but I didn't have on one. I was standing in front of Bieber with a pink lace bra on. What the hell?!

"Oh my gosh? Did we do it?! " I realize I say that out loud and cover my mouth quickly, widening my eyes. I look down and notice I'm still wearing my jeans. A sigh of relief taking over me. Bieber was still in his jeans too.

He chuckles. "You asked me to stay."

I frowned. Why would I ask him to stay with me?

"You also said something else." he's scratching the back of his neck, smiling.

My heart stops. Maybe this is why I shouldn't drink. Part of me wants to ask him what I said and the other doesn't. It's probably embarrassing.

"What?" I question slowly.

"That's for me to know." He's sliding on his sneakers.

"Okay, whatever. My head hurts and you need to leave immediately before I pound your face out." I place my hand on my forehead and open the door.

Bieber walks but stops in front of me. "Why are you so violent?"

I don't answer, I just wait for him to leave. Except, he doesn't. He just looks at me. His hazel eyes staring deeply into mine and his plump pink lips curved into a smile showing only a little white.

"Are you going to go?" I asked quietly, looking away so that he doesn't hypnotize me.

"It depends." his raspy voice gets deep. Oh no, he's doing that thing with his voice again. "Are you going to let me kiss you?" Before I could protest, he gently grabs my chin, lifts it and places his soft lips against mine. I don't kiss back, but I don't pull away. I just close my eyes and let it happen. Justin's hand runs up my thigh and stops at my bare stomach. I try to pull away but he brings me closer pressing his fingers into my skin. I somehow find myself wrapping my arms around his neck and my lips moving with his. Just as Justin's tongue tries to find its way into my mouth someone's standing out in the hallway looking at us. Crap, I forgot the door was still open.