Dr. Bieber ☤

3. "A Beautiful Liar"

Your P.O.V:

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I said, as I picked up what they had dropped. I found.. Baby Diapers? and a pack of Protection. I hesitated to pick that up, but I did. They too started picking up what I dropped, and when I saw who it was, I wanted to dig a deep hole and bury myself. Why? Why me? Tell me god, tell me, Why me?! Why should I get caught in such a situation!? I'm so- screwed. 

Dr. Justin- hot as hell- Bieber. 

He looked so effing hot without the doctor's coat, oh my god. He was wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt, and black leather pants that were sagging. He wore grey supras, and although it sounds funny, it looked great. His hair was beautifully done in a quiff, and trust me, who would think he's a doctor? People would definitely think he's a model or an actor or something. I saw all the tattoos on his hand, which flexed when his hand moved. He had more tattoos underneath his shirt, and all I wanted was to look at what's underneath that! I know I sound like a perverted girl, but again, I'm not that kind of a girl. He has this amazing pull on me, and I can't help it. 

"It's alright..Hey you!" Justin said, as he looked at all the junk food I was caught red-handedly with. "Umm, hey." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Wow.. Now I know why you're still sick.. You're not supposed to be eating those sweetheart." He said, handing me everything I dropped. My stomach did somersaults when he called me 'Sweetheart' and I was blushing like crazy. I didn't look at his face, and If I did, he'd see how crimson I was, and he'd laugh at me. When I felt the hotness, and the shades of red slowly fade away, I managed to look at his face and asked "You have kids?!" out of shock, when I saw the Diapers in his hands. 

Please say no.. Please say no.. Please Justin say no. If you say yes, I don't know what I'll do with my life.. Please Justin, no no no. 

"Oh! No, I'm not married! And, I don't have kids." He said, chuckling. I sighed in relief, and smiled. "It's for my neighbor's grand kids.. She's an old lady and I was on my way here.. so I thought I'd offer a helping hand." He continued, and I was so impressed. You hear that? He's offering a 'helping hand'! Jeez, this guy is making me go crazy. "Awww" I cooed, like an idiot. He eyed me weirdly, and I continued "Oh, so you're trying to have some?" I said, pointing to the pack of protection. He laughed before saying "Just in case.. you know..? Someone as beautiful as you gets in a freak situation with me?" and I lost it. I blushed when he said 'Beautiful'. This guy.. god damn it. I was staring at him, when I was talking to myself- 'OH MY GOD WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE FUCKING MINE ALREADY?'

"Seems like you've recovered?" He asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "No.. I'm still as sick as I was!" I kind of yelled. He started something "It doesn't seem-" "Uh Justin, I'm gonna get this billed."  and I cut him off, as I started walking. "Yeah, sure." He said, and followed me. He was standing behind me in the billing counter, and I could feel his eyes on me. I turned back, and he turned his face away. 

"What's with you and shorts beautiful?" He asked me, whispering in my ear. I wanted to turn back and kiss him right there, but it wasn't possible. It took all I had in me to not do that, ugh. I blushed again when he called me 'Beautiful'. God, help me control myself. Please, Jesus Christ! "I don't know.. Maybe its something with you and my shorts." I said, giggling. I heard him utter "Oh how I would love to take those off-" "Excuse me?" I said, and he shrugged. "What did you say?" I asked him. "Uh, nothing." He said, and I smiled without him noticing. So he likes me too. Yes! Atleast once in my life luck is on my side! Yay! 

As soon as my items were billed, I started walking slowly, hoping he would stop me. "Wait, Y/n. Just a sec." He said, and I gladly waited, and continued staring at his handsome self. He then waved at me, and I realized that he knew I was staring at him. I waved back, and he walked to me. He said "So, do you wanna go into the hospital or shall I'll drive you back home because you're sick?" and I didn't want to go into the hospital. I just don't like the smell, and the atmosphere. "Home?" I said, and he nodded. "That's my car right there." He said, and I nodded 'no'. What? I might really like him, but it doesn't mean I can trust him completely. "I brought my car." I said, and walked to it, while he followed me.