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

Twelve.

I don't think I'd moved an inch in my sleep. As I woke, my body throbbed in every place. All I wanted to do was curl up and cry (some more).

I really hoped I hadn't disturbed Justin's sleep. I remembered groaning and whimpering in the middle of the night.

His sweater kept me warm and I loved its smell however, there were times in the middle of the night where I felt like kicking away the covers and taking off the sweater. I didn't, of course, because my body wouldn't let me anyway. So, all through the night, I experienced hot and cold temperatures.

"... Are you crazy? No! Postpone that meeting, that's what I've told you the last ten times..." Justin's voice was clear from the living room, maybe because he hadn't quite closed the bedroom door.

I could see him pace back and forth in the living room.

He wore a grey t-shirt with jeans. I wondered if that's what he had on last night.

"... I'm in the middle of a delicate situation right now so I won't be back in Miami for a while."

Delicate situation? Me?

'Spot on description. Very formal.' My inner voice commented.

There was a knock on the door and that made Justin end his call.

I listened in anticipation.

'Maybe the cops are here for you. You did knock a man out. What if he died?'

I bit my lip and frowned.

Prison. I could hardly survive with Randy. What would happen to me in jail? I'd be someone's bitch! I couldn't have that. My poor dignity.

'What dignity? Randy took that away, remember?' My inner voice laughed.

I frowned some more, all out of strength to cry.

It was right.

"Ah, Mr Smith. Good morning to you." I heard Justin say.

Oh snap!

"Yes, good morning Mr Bieber. I was wondering if you'd seen Banks? I haven't seen her all morning. Usually she arrives at around 8, signs in... Today, no Banks." Mr Smith said.

So observative.

"I asked her not to come in today. She actually came to check on me yesterday, cleaned up a little... So I gave her today off." Justin lied coolly.

"Oh. Very kind of you, Mr Bieber. She does deserve a break."

"Of course."

"Thank you. Enjoy your day."

At that, Justin closed the door then picked up the hotel phone to order up some food.

I struggled to sit up, groaning and hissing as I did, but I was successful.

The door opened wider and there stood worried Justin.

"You're up." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

I noticed that the curtains in the bedroom were drawn and that's why there wasn't much light in here compared to the very bright living room area.

"I hope you're hungry. I just ordered up something for you." He smiled slightly.

"Thank you." I croaked, although I wasn't sure whether or not I was hungry.

"I'll run a bath for you after breakfast and you can sit in it for a while. I think it'll help with your aches."