46. The Room

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"Come on." He lifted himself off me and led the way to his room. 

I followed. I was starting to get nervous. I ran my fingers through my hair and watched Justin unlock the door. He turned around, kissed my lips and walk in.

He grabbed my hand and sat on the bed. 

"I should have taken you to the pool sooner." He looked up and smiled at me. Aw shit. He pulled me closer to him. I rested my hands on his shoulders. He gently kissed my stomach. I need to get out of this situation and FAST!

"Justin, I smell like chlorine. I need a shower." I quickly tippy-toed to the bathroom, closed, and locked the door. I turned on the water and got in. My goosebumps were smoothed out by the warm water running down my body.

After I washed my hair, I rested my hand on the shower wall and looked down at the floor. I'm not ready for this. I know I'm not. Me and Justin have been together for a little more than a month. It honestly doesn't seem that long.

I heard the doorknob wiggle. Then there was a knock. 

"Babe, come on. I need to take a shower too." 

"I'll be out in a minute." 

I finished bathing and stepped out into a cool drift. I dried off, then realized I didn't have any clothes here. I looked around. I found a robe and threw it on.

I tied my hair into a bun and left the bathroom to find Justin playing on his phone. He tossed it to the side when he saw me standing there. I crawled onto the bed and got comfy.

"Are you naked?" He lightly tugged on my robe. 

"Yes, now stop it." I slapped his hand away. He rolled next to me and pulled my body closer to his. He leaned down and kissed me. I felt his hand slid down my back. I grabbed it. 

"Go take your shower." 

"Really, now?" 

"Yes." I confirmed.

He got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, not without sending me a look. I grinned and readjusted on the bed. I took this time to run to my room and threw some clothes on. I went back to Justin's and jumped back on the bed.

I turned on the TV. Justin's phone lit up and caught my attention. I looked towards the bathroom. I could hear the water still running. I looked back at the phone and gulped.

I reached for it and touched the screen. He had a numeric lock on it. 

"Fuck." I mumbled. I typed in his birthday and the screen said I was incorrect. I typed in "0000". Incorrect. I heard the shower cut off and I threw his phone back where it was. It slid off the bed.

I dove for it and fell on the ground. I grabbed it and put it back on the bed. I heard the bathroom door open. 

"Why are you on the floor?" He asked. Think fast, think fast. 

"The carpet is soft." I cheesed. 

"Okay?" He dismissed.

I rolled my eyes at myself. I looked back over to Justin and all he had on was a towel wrapped around his lower half. I unconsciously bit my bottom lip and watched him. He went back into the bathroom with some clothes.

I laid back on the bed. I saw his phone light up again. I was about to reach for it, but the bathroom door opened and out came a fully clothed Bieber. He sat down next to me, grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

I wrapped my arm across his torso and laid my head on his chest, trying to get a peek. He pulled it up and out of my sight. Douche. If I couldn't read the text, neither could he. I lifted my head up. He glanced at me, awaiting my next action.

"I wanna talk." 

"About what?" He continued to scroll through his phone. My lips tighten. I grabbed his phone and placed it on the nightstand. 

"About us." I stated. He looked at his phone and back to me. 

"What about us?" 

"I don't feel like we're as open as we should be." I tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. 

"I agree." 

"Then talk to me." I calmly pleaded.

"What do you wanna know, babe?" 

"How do you feel about me?" I asked. Justin sat up and held my hands in his.

 "Where do I start... I feel a certain calmness when I'm with you. At the same time, I feel like I can't control myself when I'm with you. I have to hold myself back sometimes, because the last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable. I noticed a bit of hesitance earlier. I'm sorry." He kissed the top of my hand, making me smile. "I love being around you. You're easy to talk to. I don't feel any pressure to be Justin Bieber. I'm just a regular teenager in your eyes. You're down to earth and I need that in my life." He kissed my other hand, causing me to giggle. "You make me smile just by speaking to me. My heart races when your lips touch mine. Your perfect little giggle, sends a chill up my spine. When you get shy around me, like you are now, I feel... I don't know it's indescribable." He looked down. "I care about you a lot. I don't think I tell you how that enough and how much I appreciate you. I know the media and my fans can be a lot to handle, but you making that extra effort tells me you're willing to go down this journey with me. You make me happy and I only want to make you happy. Don't ever for a second doubt what we have, okay?" He stared into my soul. 

I felt my guard walls coming down one by one, as he went on. 

"I just needed you to reassure me why you want to be with me." I looked at our hands. 

"You have nothing to worry about." 

"But you can have any girl you want." 

"But I chose the most amazing one." He kissed both of my hands. I leaned forward and kissed his tender lips. 

"Thank you so much. For everything." I said against his lips. 

"I want to know something." 

"And what's that?" 

"Tell me about your scar." He slowly slid up my shirt and revealed my scar and tattoo. He ran his finger lightly over it.

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