home to mama // justin bieber

/ stuck /

A couple minutes later, the sound of the bathroom door creaked through the apartment, and I glanced up, hitting the last button to set the dryer in motion as Justin peered into the kitchen. He had towel dried his hair slightly so it stuck up in odd angles, and the hoodie was ever so slightly big for him. He looked adorable.

“Hi.” I smiled, turning around to face him.

“Hey.” He smiled back warmly, stepping into the room.

We looked at each other for a couple seconds, but Justin broke the eye contact, glancing around the small room.

“Erm, so, the phone is just through here and I made you some hot chocolate too because hot chocolate is the bomb.” I smirked, moving past him and heading towards the living room. A quiet laugh came from him as he followed.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong, to be honest.” He agreed, and I looked back to see him nodding.

I flopped onto the sofa, grabbing the phone from the floor beside it. Justin sat down next to me, quite close to my absolute delight, and glanced around the room.

“Your apartment is so cosy.” He commented, and I rolled my eyes.

“That’s just a nice way of saying ‘you apartment is small and full of too much stuff.’” I smirked, holding the phone out.

He looked back at me. “No, it’s really – is that a hamburger phone?” He asked suddenly, staring down at the device in my hands. I blushed slightly.

“Well, when you have the opportunity to buy a home phone for your own place, are you gonna go with a boring one, or a hamburger phone?” I tried to justify my impulse purchase. He stared at it for a second, but bursting into laughter.

After a couple seconds, I joined in, thrusting the phone at him.

“Oh, shut up.” I giggled. “I saw it on Juno and when I realised it was real I had to have it, okay?”

“You definitely made the right choice.” He smiled, shaking his head slightly as he began to dial a number. The small food-shaped phone looked hilarious in his large hands, and I bit back a giggle as he held it to his ear.

“Hey, yeah, my car’s broken down, so I was wondering… What?... Seriously?... Nobody can come out?... Fuck…” He ran a hand through his wet hair, clearly frustrated. It seemed that there was no mechanics coming out tonight, probably due to the time and weather. To be honest, we probably should have thought about that sooner.

A thought occurred to me quickly, and even though it was kind of an effort for myself, I bought it up anyway.

“Justin?” I tapped his arm, bringing his attention away from the phone. “I could drive you home if you wanted.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my hot chocolate.

He paused for a second, before closing the hamburger phone, realising he wasn’t getting a mechanic tonight.

“You can’t go driving out there, Dayna. It’s dangerous.” We both glanced out of the window – the mist seemed to have grown even thicker, creating a white sheet against the glass.

“Shit, it’s got worse.” I breathed, raising my eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Justin muttered, biting his bottom lip in thought. I kinda wished he wouldn’t because it really made me want to kiss him and he’d probably attack me.

After a couple seconds, Justin spoke up, leaning back against the sofa.

“I’ll call one of my friends to come get me.” He shrugged half-heartedly, moving to grab the phone again.