Let Me Love You

25

Justin follows me into the apartment with his hand on the small of my back, as soon as we step in he slides his hand around my hip and pulls me closer

"Stop it" I giggle and pat my hands on his chest for him to release me

I take off Toulouse's leash and he roams freely around the room

"This is a nice ass apartment" he says in approval, "I never got a chance to really look at it last time I was here"

"Why? Because you were yelling at me?" I smile and place my keys down

"No...I was just distracted by your beauty" he corrects me

"Mhm"

"But seriously, I like it. It's all fancy and shit" he nods his head and continues to look around

"Yeah well you should tell Alexa that, it's her's" I sigh and look around with him, "I'm just moochin off of her" I slant my lips awkwardly

Justin looks at me in realization, "Is that what you're upset about?" He asks

I simply nod my head

"I moved here from Florida, but it's kinda hard making a living out here. So Alexa lets me stay here with her" I lift my arms to show off the apartment as if I just revealed my big secret

"And how long ago was that?" He asks

"Um...a little over a year ago" I say shyly, embarrassed of how crappy my life is

"Ok..." Justin nods his head, "That's not bad" he says

"Have I ever told you that you're a bad liar?" I chuckle and sit down on the couch, Justin sits down next to me as I open up my laptop

"So why does that have you all soured up?" Justin asks teasingly and puts his arm around me

"Because I'm tired of living off my friend" I say as if it was an obvious answer, "And I'm twenty three years old"

"Ok, well why are you? Is it money?" He asks and looks at my laptop with me as I pull up my bank account information

"Ok so it's money" he nods his head as he sees my account

"Yeah, that's why I didn't want to tell you" I pout and rest my chin in my palms

"Why?" Justin asks with a confused expression, "Because I'm Justin Bieber?" He shakes his hands as if he were afraid of himself

"Yes! You're all rich and shit" I fall back onto the couch and roll my eyes

"Yes I am, and I'm here to rescue you from despair and your underprivileged life" he teases me and reaches for my computer

"Whoa" I shoot my arm out in front of him, "You're not giving me money" I shake my head at him

"Why not?" He slouches at my rejection, "I thought you wanted help"

"Yes I want your help, not your money" I clarify

"Well let me help by giving you money" he says and reaches for the laptop again

"No" I say and grab his hands to keep him from touching the computer

"I like where this is going" he smiles cockily

"No" I scoff and release his hands, "I mean stop" I grab his wrists when he reaches for my laptop again

"Why?" He whines and tries to free his hands