"I'm sick of this, Julez," he growled.
"Sick of what?" You snapped.
"You always think I don't do shit for you when I always try and make an effort," he agitatedly said.
"I do not, Justin ," you defended.
"Yeah you do! Just then when we were out with your friends - I heard you saying to that friend of yours that I don't give enough romantic gestures!"
"Well you don't," you shrugged simply.
"If you fucking well opened your eyes you'd see that actually, I do a lot your you," he hissed.
"I'm not saying that you don't," you said plainly.
"Yes you are! That's exactly what you're saying!" He snapped. He was hurt and you could tell, but in your eyes, you were telling the truth.
"Don't kid yourself. I make all the romantic gestures around here," you rolled your eyes.
"Bullshit, Julez!" A bubble of a shout popped from his throat.
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your hip out.
"It isn't bullshit. You're getting so worked up because you know it's true," you said darkly.
"No actually, I'm not," he said coldly. "Fuck it."
He shook his head and walked away from you. He knew he made all these romantic gestures, but the way you thought he didn't make an effort made him feel under appreciated, yet you didn't realise it.
You shook your head at what you thought was his immaturity and kicked off your shoes. Slipping up the stairs, you pushed open the door to your bedroom, a gasp immediately escaping your lips.
On the bed were white silk sheets perfectly tucked into the sides of the bed. Scarlet rose petals were scattered across the sheets and pillows and delicately lined the floor. Scented candles were lit around the room giving a soft glow of candlelight in the dark room. Little chocolates were placed lightly in little boxes on each pillow and the CD player in the corner of the room was turned on with your favourite CD in there. On the bed, there was a black piece of material. You picked up the piece of card next to it that read;
'I think this would make you look as beautiful as ever and pretty damn sexy aha ;) x'
You picked up the black material and held it up. A delicate black lingerie set with a piece of lace that tied across your chest but parted in a V. It showed off your stomach and ended just below your bum. You bit your lip as you looked around the room and then to the sexy but not slutty material in your hands.
He'd thought of literally everything. The gnawing put of guilt in your stomach grew. He was right - he did do a lot more for you than you thought. He always carried the shopping bags for you without needing to be asked. Everything you wanted he'd buy and pay for. Whenever he missed you when he was on tour, a big bunch of flowers would be sent to the house. And now you'd made him feel like shit because you said he didn't do anything for you. How very wrong you were.
"Fuck," you breathed, closing your eyes guiltily at your mistake.
You bit your lip harshly and looked down at the material before placing it down and slipping off your clothes. You placed them in the hamper before slipping on the black bra and panties and slipping your arms through the thin straps of the black tie up bit and tie a neat little bow with the ribbons at the front. You padded over to the dressing table and applied light, natural make up to your face and curled your hair slightly for him.
You were going to make this up to him. He deserved it.
You lightly trod down the stairs, looking for Justin in the kitchen and living room. You found him on the sofa with his head in his hands. You bit your lip guiltily and walked over to him carefully. You climbed behind him and slid your legs either side of him and gently took your hands to massage his shoulders.
