How to Become Parents -Justin Bieber-

Chapter 2: Introducing the naked roommate

Finley Parrish: 

"This is where you live?" I look up at the building in front of me. "Yeah..." Justin grumbles lowly, shutting his car door closed. "Is there a problem?" 

"No.." I sigh, moving my feet at a fast pace as we rushed into the building together. It was raining so we both covered our heads with whatever we had. Justin had pulled up his hoodie over his head and I used my coat to cover myself from the rain.

The building was an old seven story building in Brooklyn. It had the typical red bricks with a fire escape ladder on each floor. 

Justin walked in front of me, taking a big steps as he did. I had to scurry a bit to catch up with his paste. "Slow down," I mumble as we reach the staircase. Justin grumbles something about the elevator being out of order and we start to the climb the stairs all the way to the seventh floor. 

When we reach the last floor of the building, Justin pulls out a pair of keys, fiddling with them as we walked down the shabby hallway. "I have a roommate by the way," He mentions and I arch an eyebrow at him.

"Technically two since our neighbour is usually at our place." He adds.

"Two roommates? Didn't you think that would have been important information to tell me beforehand?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest. Justin just rolls his eyes at me as he sticks his key into the lock. "Nope," 

Huffing, I roll my eyes at him and enter the apartment once the door is open. Justin throws his keys into a bowl on the console table by the doorway. "Hey, we're here!" He shouts, walking right in and leaving me by the doorway with the door still open.

My eyes search the room, taking everything in. Justin said that the apartment was a three bedroom apartment with one master bedroom and two smaller bedrooms. Closing the door shut behind me, I slowly step off the mat in front of me and look around the place.

The entrance had plain eggshell coloured walls and I continued walking until I reached the open living room. There was a line of guitars set up in the living room. The walls were the same colour eggshell colour expect the one huge wall that was a brick wall with a large neon pink sign hung above it that spelt the words 'Fuck Off' 

"Nice huh?" A voice says from behind me and I turn to see Justin leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.

"There's a remote that allows you to change the colour and brightness on it and everything." He pushes himself off the wall, grabbing a remote off the mess infested coffee table. He clicks a button and suddenly the sign goes from pink to green. 

"It even has party mode," He clicks another button and sign starts to change colours every few seconds. 

My lips purse. "Lovely," I sarcastically say, pushing past him to inspect the kitchen. 

The kitchen was an absolute mess. There were old pizza boxes everywhere and barely enough food in the cabinets. They didn't even have real plates or utensils! Justin had merely just shrugged when I asked about it, saying that it was easier because they didn't even have to wash anything. 

And I didn't miss the two neon signs he had hung up on the wall either. One of them was a red and green sign that said 'Open 24 Hrs' and the other one was a blue and pink sign that said 'Bar' with an arrow pointing in the left direction to where a stand of alcohol stood.

I bet they don't even know how to properly wash any dishes. When I opened the fridge I was met with an strong, disgusting smell of something rotten. I had closed that fridge door so fast, it shook. "What is in there?!" I yelled, pressing my back against it.

Justin frowned, "What do you mean?" He started to walk over to open the fridge. 

I kept a big distance from the kitchen when he opened the fridge, looking inside. "I can barely smell it," he says and my eyes widen in shock. 

"You're telling me... you can 'barely' smell whatever died in your fridge?" He nods and I shiver in disgust. "This is an issue." 

After I was done inspecting the kitchen, Justin lead me to the direction of the bedrooms. I still had yet to meet his roommates. 

"Here's the bathroom," Justin jabs his thumb to the side, showing the door. I'm surprised he didn't have a neon sign hung up on there.

That's when the bathroom door swung open to reveal a guy dressed in absolutely nothing, showing off his bare naked body. 

"Oh my god," I yelped, covering my eyes as Justin shouted. "Dude! I told you we were having a guest over!" He pulled me over and stepped right in front of me to cover me from the view of the naked man.

I didn't dare open my eyes, keeping them closed shut. "Shit sorry," the guy apologized. "Grab a towel and dry yourself off man," Justin scoffed. I heard the sound of the door being shut, but I still kept my eyes shut, my hands covering them for extra measures.

"You can open your eyes now," Justin chuckles. 

Hesitantly, I drop my hands and open my eyes to see Justin staring at me with an amused look on his face. 

"You love to see me suffer, don't you?" I grumpily ask and he continues to smirk, "Always, Finley." 

"Great... is he always naked around the house?" I find myself asking. Justin shrugs, "Pretty much. Is that problem, princess?" He drags the last word out with a smirk in his tone and I huff.

"Yes and don't call me that." 

"Mm, I think I will." 

"Whatever, just show me the bedrooms, preferably without any naked guys in them." 

After the tour of the entire apartment, aside from the master bedroom, Justin said he didn't want me going in there and I didn't want to either, we had settled back in the living room where Justin's, now dressed, roommate sat watching TV.

I finally got to get a better look at him. He was quite good looking with soft looking brown hair and bright green eyes. And because of our little run in, I also knew that he had nice set of abs.

"Finley, this is my roommate, Jackson Harrington." Justin said, flopping down onto one of the couches, laying himself down.

"Hi," Jackson stands up, putting his hand out. "Sorry about what happened with, um, you know." He chuckles.

I take his hand and shake it. "It's alright.." I awkwardly saying, looking anywhere, but the two guys in front of me.

"Ryan should be here soon. He's at work." Jackson says, walking to the kitchen. I look up and look at Justin who's still staring at the TV. "Ryan is one of my best friends. He lives next door." 

Jackson scoffs, opening up a can of beer. "He practically lives here on our couch." 

"So all three of you guys live here?" I ask, gesturing to the very messy apartment. "Yep," The two guys reply in unison. 

Well... this is going to be interesting. 

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A/N:

Yay! Second chapter. 

So hopefully this didn't suck? I don't know I feel about this, but I'm excited to keep writing. And if you couldn't tell, Justin is kinda obsessed with neon signs so that's why he has a few here and there set up in the apartment. 

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-Diana