REBOUND (On Hold)

2.

The tiny rays of sunlight that had snuck into the room made it difficult for me to open my eyes but once I got them fully open I really had no idea what to expect. My head was pounding painfully and I let out a silent yawn before sitting up on my back. I examined the room from one end to the next, taking in all that was before me. There were clothes sprawled on the floor, an opened bottle of wine on the counter top with half full wine glasses next to it, and lying next to me in the sheets was a naked Justin Bieber.

I was startled to see him there, and then I gazed down at myself noticing that I was also as naked as a jaybird. My mind was trying hard to comprehend everything but this hangover was really making it hard. I took a glance at Justin again, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I had sex with Justin Bieber. Let me let that sink in for a second.

He was sleeping so peacefully, and even with his hair all over the place he still looked perfect. I slowly grabbed one of his shirts that was not far from my reach and I put it on to cover my nudity. I stretched my legs quietly trying to get out of the bed and sneak a shower before he woke up. I didn’t even know how things would be when he woke up. I’d just have to wait and find out.

I was tip-toeing towards the bathroom when his surprised but sexy morning voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Who the hell are you?”

I didn’t answer, and quite frankly I didn’t know how to answer that. The girl you fucked last night, I thought to myself. He sat up on the bed, and took a look around, seeing the mess we had caused last night. Now that everything was coming back to me, I could remember how intense the night had been. Flashes of his hands on my body, sweat covering our bodies, his rough yet tender kisses... damn.

“Wait, did we?”

Then he stopped moving and placed his finger on the side of his head as if he were in deep thought.

“Oh yeah, now I remember something! You were awesome, like seriously. .... buuuut now you have to leave. Thanks for the great night.”

“What?” I asked, a bit taken aback.

“Excuse me, what was your name again?”

“Coralie.”

“Yeah! Coralie! You gotta go!”

“But-” I started before there was a loud knock on the door.

“Justin? We gotta head for the airport. The plane’s waiting man!” a voice from the other side of the door shouted, making my heartbeat accelerate.

“Shit,” Justin cussed, with his hand on his forehead. He didn’t look like he wanted to deal with all this.

“Justin?” A latino looking guy stormed in the room and stopped in his tracks once he saw me standing there half naked.

“Oh.”

“Okay, Caroline you need to leave now,” Justin added looking slightly embarrassed but with a ting of anger in his eyes.

“I wanted t-to take a shower?” I stuttered.

“No. Just leave. Now.” he pronounced each word, harshly. My heart was almost beating out of my chest. I just had a drunken one night stand with Justin Bieber, and now he was kicking me out of his hotel room. This one’s for the books.

“Justin, don’t be a dick. Sweetie, go get a quick shower,” Justin’s friend said looking a bit more compassionate.

I glared at Justin and he shot at me a dull glance that I assumed gave me the permission to take a shower. I picked up all my clothes from the floor and rushed into the bathroom taking the quickest shower possible. I tied my hair in a messy bun and put on my clothes from last night.

As I was walking out of the bathroom I heard Justin and his friend arguing over something, me I suppose.

“What the fuck is going on with you man?” his friend asked, worry evident in his tone of voice.

“Nothing Fredo, I’m fine,” Justin casually replied although it seemed like even he knew he was lying.

“No you’re not. You do one night stands now? C’mon we both know you aren’t that type of guy.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, okay? I’m Justin Bieber.”

“Dude, I know this whole thing with Selena hurts but this isn’t the way to deal with it. I’m not gonna let you become one of those guys that bang every girl  they see, that’s not you.”

“Whatever man.”

I emerged from the shower to see Justin now wearing a red snapback, a white vest and boxers leaning on the dresser talking to his friend. They both turned their gaze to me when I walked into the room and Justin’s expression became slightly softer. Whatever his friend told him must have hit him hard, his eyes were downcast and his lips paler than they had been a few minutes earlier. I hated to admit that I felt some level of worry for him at that very moment but it soon disappeared when I recalled his discourtesy.

“I’ll be going now,” I implored picking up my bag from the floor and heading towards the door. His friend glared at me innocently and I nodded a thank you to him as I walked past him. I could feel them gazing into my back and it made me so nervous.

“Hey Carolina,” Justin called and I rolled my eyes although he couldn’t see it. How could he not remember my name?

“You left something.”

 I turned around to see him dangling my red Victoria Secret lace panties in his finger.

“You can keep those,” I said, kind of tired of this whole game he was playing to make me feel crappy, I just wanted to leave. His friend let out a light giggle and Justin shot death eyes at him making him stop. Then I turned around and boldy sauntered out of the room. 

I reached the elevator and just stood there staring to space for no reason, trying not to recall all the events that had taken place. A part of me wanted to burst out in tears and another wanted to jump out in joy. Whenever I fantasized about being with Justin it was supposed to be in the hotel room of a beach resort in some private island while we were on our honey moon, not like this, The sex was as amazing as I had always envisioned, it didn’t feel like a one night stand, it felt like more, to me at least.

But it didn’t matter what it felt like to me because apparently I was a nobody to him, just a girl he was using to get over his ex girlfriend, Selena Gomez. I’m so brainless; I can’t believe I let him use me. He’s Justin Bieber yes, but I have morals and stuff. I guess the alcohol plus the fact that he is as hot as a toaster made me loosen up last night. But whatever okay? What’s done, is fucking done. 

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