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

Twenty Five.

My day started off later than usual. Since my fall out with Randy-- the fight he and I physically had-- my body was just against early mornings. That's what I got for years of abuse: early mornings and long hours at work.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face and then I changed into a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie.

In the kitchen was a brunette woman, mid-40s with dark brown eyes and a warm smile.

"Hi." I said shyly.

I realised that I didn't look quite presentable and even as she smiled at me, I could tell that she was surprised at what she saw.

"Miss Banks." The woman smiled. "Mr Bieber told me you'd be down for breakfast."

I immediately knew that she was Catherine.

"I made some pancakes for you. Unfortunately, Mr Bieber didn't put chocolate chips on the grocery list but there is some chocolate syrup for you, if you'd prefer that substitution." She said.

"Oh. Thank you." I said.

She put some pancakes on a plate for me and I sat at the island in the kitchen.

It was so weird being serviced. It felt so strange.

"What would you like to drink, Miss Banks?"

"Uhm... Juice. Orange juice. Please."

Catherine smiled and went to pour me a glass of OJ.

I put some chocolate syrup on my pancakes and started eating slowly.

Catherine placed my glass of juice in front of me.

"Would you like anything else?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"No thank you."

I smiled sincerely at her.

She got back to work, doing the dishes and cleaning up around the kitchen.

"Catherine, is it?" I spoke.

She turned around and looked at me.

"Yes, ma'am?"

Damn, I felt so old and formal. But that wasn't my concern now. I'd talk to her about names later.

"Where's Justin?" I asked her.

"Oh, Mr Bieber's gone off to the gym." She smiled. "He should be back in this hour."

I started imagining Justin lifting weights or jogging, all sweaty and breathless, on a treadmill.

Oh my soul...

Catherine tried to hold back her broadening smile as she looked at me.

I was blushing.

I continued eating.

"Is there anything you'd like for me to prepare for lunch, Miss Banks? Mr Bieber said to ask you to suggest something." Catherine said.

I felt like having some chicken pasta.

Catherine was happy with my food choice.

"Catherine, do you have to call me by my surname? I'd prefer if you called me Dileah."

It did feel strange having someone older than me call me 'Miss' or 'Miss Banks' for that matter. Mr Smith was an exception. He paid me.

"Mr Bieber would prefer that I call you by your last name." Catherine responded. "You do have a beautiful, unique name, however." She smiled.

I smiled back at her.

"Thank you." I said, "I'm just not used to being addressed so formally."

I didn't even look like someone worthy of being addressed so formally. Look at me! All covered up in comfortable clothes, hair up in what was now a messy ponytail...

Catherine didn't respond and I knew that she didn't know how to. She didn't want to step out of line with a comment.

I finished my breakfast then went to take my medication up in my room. I then made my own bed and drew up the blinds, letting in the Miami sunlight.

As I ran the water in the shower, I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

"Dileah?"

It was Justin.

I smiled and walked out of the bathroom to go see him.

Hello sweaty Justin.

"Hey." He smiled at me.

He clung onto the towel that was handing around his neck, down his shoulders.

His sweat had soaked his grey vest. His arms were flexed and I felt tempted to grab and feel them. I noticed that he was wearing shorts too. I'd never seen his legs before. So beautiful. His hair wasn't in it usual neat state. Instead, it was all over the place, some strands stuck to his forehead.

"Hey." I blushed at the sight of him.

His face was flushed from the intensity of his workout, I figured. I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that he was frigging hot.

He chuckled.

"What are you thinking about, Miss Banks? Are you checking me out?"

What?

I quickly released my bottom lip and blushed some more.

"How was gym?" I quickly asked.

"Good, thanks. I missed it." He smiled.

Oh he was liking that I was appreciating his body. That grin on his face said it all.

"Do you work out?" He asked me.

I chuckled.

"Me? No. My job was my workout." I said.

"You should come running with me some time." He smiled.

"I'll think about it."

Justin nodded his head slowly.

"I was worried about you last night. Did you get enough sleep?" He asked me.

All of a sudden his grin was gone and he was worried.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah. I think. I just woke up a little later than I'm used to but I'm okay." I said. "Why were you worried?"

"You were crying out in your sleep. I came to check on you and you settled after that." He said.

I frowned.

I did go to bed with a bit of fear in my mind.

"I'm sorry I kept you up." I said.

"It's alright. I was working anyway. Not a big deal." He gave me an assuring smile.

I nodded.

"I'll see you in a few minutes. I'm going to shower too." He said.

Too?

Oh snap, my water!

"Oh yeah. See you." I said.

He smiled at me once more before he walked off.

Did I need therapy or something? I was this scared of being alone at night?

I got undressed and I stepped into the shower, letting my hair down and letting the water cover me entirely.

I wanted to clear my mind, that's what I had to work on.