Dr. Bieber ☤

2. "Caught In The Act"

Your P.O.V:

"Oh my fucking god, No!" I yelled, looking at myself on the mirror as soon as I woke up. I touched myself in anticipation, hoping that I'd still have a fever or something. I didn't. I was perfectly-absolutely-without a doubt- normal, fine.. and healthy. My face cleared up, and my eyes were looking better than usual. My whole 'I'm-So-Sick-Ugh' look was gone.. without leaving a mark. I cursed under my breath, not knowing how to see this Dr. Bieber again. He's hot as hell, and he's nice too. I've never felt this way for anyone and I just want to talk to him, and see his angelic face all day. 

My mom was home to take care of me, and I still pretended to be sick. "Ugh..Ma." I groaned at the hall way, instantly hinting at 'I'm still sick, okay!?' so that she would ask about it. "How are you feeling Y/n?" She asked me. Bingo! I knew it would work, ha. "Ugh, like I'm sick. I feel like shit mom." I answered, and rubbed my forehead. 

She embraced me in a warm hug, and I held her, picturing Dr.Bie- I mean Justin in her place. I didn't let go, and I had a feeling I was going to kiss her thinking she's Justin, so I pulled away. "The doctor asked me to see him if I still feel sick, mom." I said, emphasizing on the 'Doctor'. What? Don't feel disgusted about me.. I told I'm not that kind of a girl, but this guy is just hot as hell, and I kind of like him a little. Ugh, fine I lied, I like him alot. Okay? 

"Then I think it's right for you to check him out.. and see what's really up inside your system." She said, rubbing my back. Ofcourse it's right for me! I checked him out alot already, and I can go at it for hours! And I know what's really up inside my system. Him. He is. Well, not yet in the way you think, but I just kind of have feelings for that guy already. He's like my biggest crush I've ever had. "Yes mom, do you have plans today?" I asked her, hoping she would say 'Yes'. It's not like I'm getting 'rid' of my mom.. It's just that I don't want to make her a fool in this whole drama. "Yes sweety, but it'll last only a few hours. I'm gonna have to pick up my cousin from the airport." She said, and I felt kind of relieved.. because I know my mom. She'll atleast be gone for half a day. And I can put that half a day to use. 

"Oh okay, you can go mom, I'll be fine." I said, grinning like an idiot. "Really sweetheart? You look really sick." She said, and I appreciated myself for the fact that I made myself look sick. "Yes mom, don't worry." I said, and she smiled. "I'll hurry back." She said, and my eyes widened. "No no, you can take your time. Drive slow, jeez these cars these days go as fast a lightning!" I said, and she nodded. "When are you leaving?" I asked her, trying to sound serious. "I'll leave in another 20 minutes.. Oh and I cooked breakfast for you, sweetie." She said, and I hugged her, as I thanked her. "I'll go and get ready to see the doctor mom. Because I'm as slow as a snail right now." I said, and ran to my room. 

 I squealed and jumped onto my bed, stuffing the pillows on my face, and grinning like an idiot. I couldn't help blushing at the thought of meeting Dr. Bieb- Ugh, I mean Justin. Justin. Justin. I swear to god, my cheeks were literally crimson. I ran to the bathroom, and had a hot shower, knowing that I still was sick really yesterday and I can't take chances of falling that sick again. I came out, and rummaged through my clothes. I found this extremely cute outfit, and I was satisfied I didn't have to go through World War III to find a good outfit for the day. 

It was a high-waisted pair of shorts, that was cream-colored and I paired it with this leopard paws print top, that I think made the whole outfit so perfectly cute. I need to be sick, so I have to limit myself, but also look extremely good. Why? Because it's Dr. Justin-Hot as hell-Bieber  we're talking about. I finished off the whole outfit with some black converse and I was happy. I wasn't too dressed up, nor was I too ordinary. I put my hair in a bun, because that's when I can really convince people I'm sick.