Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Seven.

I sat at the big window after I'd taken care of the suite. Mr Bieber wasn't back yet so I decided to take a moment to just relax.

I heard the door open and that startled me. If it was Mr Smith, I'd be dead meat.

Mr Bieber walked in with some food and coffee in his hands.

I slowly got up and looked down, embarrassed and apologetic. I really shouldn't have stuck around. I didn't know what came over me.

"Good, you're still here." He said.

"U-Uh, I should go. I'm done cleaning." I stuttered, not meeting his gaze.

"No, look... I got you some coffee and chocolate chip muffins from the coffee shop. Just to say I'm sorry for my ignorance earlier on."

I looked at him for a moment.

"You didn't have to. It's fine." I said softly.

There was kind Mr Bieber again.

"Sit with me and eat. You can leave straight after." He said.

"Mr Smith--"

"I won't tell if you don't." He smiled.

I kept my eyes on him and bit my lip as I thought for a moment.

1) I didn't want to go home just yet. 2) I did need to rest a little because heaven knew what Randy would do to me when I got home. 3) The chocolate chip muffins from the coffee shop were my weakness. 4) No one had ever asked me to sit and eat with them in the hotel.

I nodded my head slowly as I fiddled with my fingers.

'What are you doing? He wants something from you! That's why he's sucking up to you!' My inner voice screamed as my legs carried me to a single-seater couch.

I ignored it and sat down.

"Thank you." I said softly.

Mr Bieber was putting everything on the coffee table.

He looked up at me and smiled sincerely.

"Here you go." He handed me a cup of coffee and a box of chocolate chip muffins.

I blushed and slowly opened the box to eat.

He sat down and watched me for a moment.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed.

"You're... Jumpy, most of the time. Or you wince a lot. And you snap a lot."

He noticed?

"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." I said.

He examined my face but I looked down and hated the fact that my hair wasn't down to protect me this time.

"Maybe you shouldn't come in to work next time? Get 2 days off in a row? I think I'll be okay." He said.

"No." I quickly replied. "I mean, it would be unfair to you. I get paid to be here every other day. I can't not come." I said.

He nodded his head slowly.

"Alright."

I sighed a breath of relief.

"So you've worked here for seven years." He said.

I nodded.

Here we go again.

"What I meant to say, earlier on, was... I'm sure this isn't your dream career. Is there something you wanted to do instead of this?" He asked.

I'd never really taken time to think about this. Growing up, I wanted to be a lot of things but after my mom passed away, I jumped at whatever career I could do, just to make some money.

"I... wanted to be a lot of things, growing up." I said.

Mr Bieber smiled slightly.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Therapist. Teacher. Nurse..." I shrugged.

"I think you would've... kicked ass in those careers."

I giggled at how unusual it was to hear a man like Mr Bieber use the words 'kicked ass' in a sentence.

I looked up and caught him smiling at me.

I blushed and reached for a knife to cut my muffins into bit-size pieces.

I hadn't giggled in a long time, I remembered. It felt good.

"Do you travel often, Mr Bieber?" I asked as the silence filled the room and my thoughts started to consume me.

"Not too often." He said.

"You're lucky." I smiled slightly.

"Have you ever traveled?"

I shook my head and took a bite of my muffin.

Never ever left NYC, I thought.

"Would you like to travel?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Where to?"

I thought for a moment as I took a sip of my coffee.

"France." I smiled.

"France?"

I nodded.

"It looks really pretty in the pictures." I blushed, realising how childish I must've sounded.

Mr Bieber smiled.

"Well, it looks better in real life. Someday you'll get to go."

I shrugged and left the conversation at that.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the most optimistic of people.

"What were you looking at, out the window?" Mr Bieber changed the topic.

'He never shuts up, does he?' My inner voice asked. 'He probably sleep talks too.'

"Nothing really. Just... The city. From up here." I said.

"The view's great, isn't it?" He smiled.

I nodded and smiled slightly.

He took a sip of his coffee.

"By the way, I've only been a cleaner here for four years. I started off as a waitress in the hotel's restaurant." I said.

"Oh." Was all he said.

I nodded and finished my food. I then got up to dispose of everything and I quickly vacuumed up the crumbs that we'd made.

"Thank you for this, Mr Bieber. I should get going." I said.

"Catching your train." He smiled slightly.

"Yes."

That and having to deal with Randy.

"See you in two days." He said.

"Yes."

I pushed my cart out the door and headed for the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

What was going on?

The doors opened and I went to put my cart in the store room.

Why was he nice to me? Why did he feel the need to apologize to me?

'Ask him.'

I shook my head and bit my lip.

Confusing Mr Bieber.

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Omg I know I promised you guys an update some days ago but I had 0 internet connection 🙈 I'm updating a little more today then I need to study cause I have an exam on Saturday (part time course things- adulting sucks).