The annoying blare of my alarm sounded and I reached out, fumbling for my phone without even opening my eyes. I rarely used an alarm clock, with my shifts at work usually in the afternoon and me being a fairly early riser anyway – alarms weren’t really needed now that I didn’t have to get up for nine am lectures.
However, as I had taken the night off work yesterday to go to the charity gala with Justin, I promised Diana that I would do the breakfast shift today. I knew that I had set my alarm for six fifteen as I started at eight and all I wanted to do was snuggle up to Justin and fall back to sleep.
I opened my eyed blearily but I didn’t recognise where I was. My eyes widened when I remembered that I was at Justin’s house. I was halfway across town and I had to pick up my uniform before going to work, I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up.
I shimmied out from under Justin’s arm and got out of the bed. I froze when I heard him give an unsatisfied grumble, I turned to explain why I had to leave in such a hurry but when I did, my heart melted. He hadn’t woken up but had nuzzled his face into the pillow that I had been sleeping on, pulling to his chest. I couldn’t let myself get too wrapped up in how adorable Justin was when he was sleeping as I had an hour and three quarters to get to work.
I quickly found my underwear that had been thrown across the room last night and shoved it on. I couldn’t wear my dress back to my apartment so I hurried over to Justin’s cabinet of drawers, I opened the top one – briefs. I hesitated before I grabbed a pair and pulled them over my own underwear. I had no idea how long Justin’s t-shirts would come to on me and I didn’t want to show the city my ass at half past six on a Sunday morning. I shut it quietly, looking over my shoulder at Justin’s sleeping form. He hadn’t moved, good, he would only slow me down. I opened the second – socks. Again, I grabbed a pair, I wasn’t wearing heels home and I didn’t want to go bare foot. Third drawer – more socks and briefs. Jesus Christ.
I gave up and ran to a door, I opened it. En suite. I was about to wake Justin up and ask where his stupid t-shirts were. What kind of twenty four year old didn’t have any t-shirts on his floor? I opened another door and saw it was a walk in wardrobe. I didn’t have time to gape at how much clothing he owned, instead I grabbed the first thing I saw. I was a Ralph Lauren button down shirt, it would do.
I buttoned it up hurriedly, not caring if they matched or not. I grabbed my phone and bag from the floor and checked the time. Six forty seven, I was making good time. I opened my bag and prayed that I had left a spare hair tie in here. Luck was on my side and I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, I didn’t even want to look at my face, knowing it was smeared with last night’s makeup.
I glanced around for a piece of paper and a pen to write a note to Justin about why I had just left but I couldn’t see anything so I placed the handkerchief by his sleeping form gently and ran out of the room. I would text him later but now I had to go.
I jogged three block before I managed to flag down a taxi to take me home. I ignored the stares that I got, usually I would feel embarrassed being caught doing the walk of shame but I had spent the night with Justin Bieber and so I couldn’t be any happier.
Once the cab pulled up outside my complex, I threw the money at the driver and ran inside, punching in the code impatiently. I didn’t wait for the elevator, instead taking the stairs two at a time. I got into my apartment and turned my shower on straight away, before I stripped I plugged my phone in to charge.
