home to mama // justin bieber

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so here is the next chapter!
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leah xx

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twenty minutes later, I was waving goodbye to mr Wilson, the last customer of the night besides the mysterious unnamed writer cooped up in the corner. I'd just finished exchanging the guy's coffee and collecting his money when mr Wilson had called his goodbyes over to me, vanishing out of the swinging door and into the rain with a tip of his hat.
the shop was still open for another two hours, but judging by the weather, nobody else would be coming in tonight. I grabbed a damp cloth from the sink and began wiping down the tables, but my eyes kept glancing back towards the boy who was still writing away.
sometimes he came in with a beat up black leather guitar case, random stickers littering he outside - 'the who', cute little smiley faces, even some concert tickets for bands I couldn't quite make out. he'd never take the guitar out and the overwhelming urge I had to actually hear him play something became stronger by the day.
eventually I came to his table, giving the chair opposite him a quick clean. after a few seconds, he paused in his writing and looked up, deep chocolate eyes scanning over me.
"what's your name?" he asked suddenly and I halted in surprise, twisting the cloth between my fingers.
"erm, it's Dayna." I replied quietly, wiping around the parts of the table that were free.
"I'm Justin. Justin Bieber." he responded, before sticking his outstretched hand towards me. I shook it timidly, a smile gracing my face.
"my hands a little wet, sorry about that." I quickly pulled my hand away, drying it on the front of my apron. god, that was gross and awkward.
"don't worry about it." he chuckled, leaning back against the worn leather.
a few silent moments passed whilst I finished cleaning up, when the sound of the kitchen door swinging open and shut rang out through the quiet cafe.
"hey Dayna?" Sophia called, and even from where I was standing I could see her battling to keep the smirk off her face. "I've gotta leave early, family emergency. you can lock up and show this customer out when he's ready, right?" she grinned, and before I could deny it, she was flouncing towards the front door, umbrella in hand. "night, babe!"
I could have laughed at her if my stomach hadn't immediately erupted in butterflies. Justin and I were alone in the coffee shop together.
lord help me.
"so, I should probably get back to cleaning up..." I pointed behind me, smiling down at him. of course, there was the tiniest blossom of hope in my stomach that he would say "wait, Dayna! sit down and talk with me you wonderful human!", but he just nodded and went back to his notebook. charming.
with an inaudible sigh, I walked slowly back to the kitchen, smoothing out my red apron. just as I was about to give up hope and push through the doors, his voice rang out through the small shop.
"erm, Dayna?"
"yes?" I replied quickly, practically leaping over to the counter and nearly tripping on the way. smooth, Dayna, really smooth.
"could you get me another coffee, please? I'm all out." he asked, politely this time, and I let out a breath, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"absolutely."
a couple minutes later, I made my way over to Justin, his (definitely black) coffee in between my small hands. he smiled slightly when I placed it in front of him, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater that had fallen to cover his hand.
"I got it right this time." I grinned, clasping my hands together in front of me.
"thanks." he laughed, taking a sip of the steaming hot liquid. "hey, could I use the bathroom?"
"of course! it's just that door over there." I pointed towards the green painted door with a figure of a man on the front.
"the one with the man?" he confirmed, glancing over.
"no, the one with the woman, if that's what you prefer." I grinned wickedly, holding in a laugh. he stood up, a prominent smirk on his lips, and rolled his eyes.
his long legs strode over before disappearing behind the door, and before I knew what I was doing, I was seated in the chair opposite his, my eyes glued to that damn book.
'wow, fast work Dayna, you must feel really awful about this', I thought sarcastically.
I knew what I was doing was wrong - I was prying, completely disregarding his right for privacy, but I was just so intrigued by what he was constantly writing, it almost hurt.
it was spread open to a double page, the left page a ton messier than the right. the right seemed to confirm my suspicions - they were definitely lyrics, rhyming couplets and scribbles here and there, with what looked to be guitar chords jotted above each sentence. before I could read any of the lyrics, my eyes had already wandered to the opposite page; the more chaotic splashes of ink catching my attention.
after a quick analysis, it seemed it was filled up entirely of quotes. I glanced behind my shoulder, my heart quickening at the thought of being caught, before moving my gaze back towards the book.
"don't do it, Dayna, leave it." I whispered, but my hand was acting of it's own accord, carefully turning the notebook until I could easily ready the scratchy writing.
quote after quote littered the faded yellow of the page, crammed together, snaking around each other, the writing so tiny at times that it was hard to distinguish the words.
there was a small date underlined above a quote that was circled multiple times - today's date, I realised with wide eyes. a time was also set out just underneath: 8:17pm.
15 minutes ago.
I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he'd written with such conviction, the ink set deep into the paper, as if he'd been pressing down harshly on his pen.

'"people don't listen. they just wait for their turn to talk." - Chuck Palahniuk.'

before I could register the quote, the sound of the door handle turning caused my arm to fling out, turning the book back around hastily and flying up from my seat. as he exited the bathroom, I realised it must have looked like I'd been stood there the whole time, just waiting for him to get back.
'god, he must think I'm such a freak', I cringed internally.
he paused in his steps, raising an eyebrow at me as I stood there, awkwardly swinging my arms back and forth.
I tried to smile at him but it probably came off as more of a grimace - clearly I was shit at handling guilt.
his eyes left mine for a brief second, flicking down to the table where his notebook lay. he stared at it for a couple of seconds, and when his gaze met mine again, I think my heart legitimately stopped.
"were you reading my journal?"

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