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The next day, I rested peacefully until I began feel the bright sun on my eyelids. Does the sun always has to have its brightness on 100? We get it, you're the sun, please tone it down!
Ding Dong Ding Dong
As if on cue, the door began ringing indicating there was a visitor. Who could possibly stop by so early in the morning? I yawned before reaching over to Justin to quickly wake him. Whoever was ringing the doorbell, clearly had no intentions on leaving as they rang it even more.
"Justin, the door" I groaned covering my eyes with my hands
"Hmm the paints not dry yet?"
"Nigga, what?" He was clearly still in deep slumber not fully aware of his surroundings or of anything for that matter "Justin someone's at the door"
"They just—-they'll go away"
"They've been ringing it for the last minute or so. What if it's an emergency?"
"Just answer it sweetheart" he mumbled planting his face in the pillows
"I can't do that, this isn't my house"
"What's mine is yours"
Accepting the fact that he refuses to get up, I sighed rushing to the restroom to at least brush my teeth before answering the door. I grabbed one of Justin's silk robes and tightened it as I unlocked the door
"Yes?"
"Finally--oh um where's Justin?" His eyes shifted from me to behind me then back to me
"He's still sleeping, can I pass on a message for you once he's awake?"
"He's still sleeping?! Why on earth is he not up and ready?! That boy will be the death of me. Excuse me" The frantic man barged in yelling at the top of his lungs causing me to stumble slightly
Oh yes, come on in why don't you.
"Hey hey! I'm sorry who are you?" I interrupted his parade of loud shouting before he disturbs Justin's sleeping. Although I kind of forced him to make brownies with me last night, I do think he needs to get all the rest he can get. He's always so busy which worries me
"Oh right my name is Scooter, I'm that headache's manager. You must be Arabella?" His index finger pointed at me with a single eyebrow lifted
"You can call me Bella"
"Yeah, I recognize you from the pictures surfacing the internet. So you're the infamous one that has got Justin in all the tabloids this morning?" Shit, I somehow completely forgot all about last night's events. From bickering with the manipulating ex to Justin losing his temper at the party, damn what exactly did he put in those brownies last night?
"Oh well um—"
"Have you any idea what kind of trouble he's in? What was that all about anyway?"
"How should I know?" Playing clueless is always the way to go
"Oh I don't know maybe because he grabbed you and left? Who exactly are you for Justin to be reacting in such a way? I've seen a lot of you on social media" Damn it I hope that's not true
"I um Well.... I'll just go wake Justin up. Isn't that why you stopped by?" I was getting weird vibes from this Scooter guy
"Are you sleeping with Justin?"
"Excuse me?"
"Alright" He sighed before retrieving something from his back pocket "How much for you to forget this whole thing ever happened" He questioned retrieving something from his back pocket. The end of his pen connected to a check as he looked at me awaiting a number
"Excuse me?" I was greatly confused but more than anything offended. Did I really seem like some girl that slept with people like Justin for money? Is that what everyone else thinks of me?
"You aren't the first girl to have gotten lucky with a pop star, you just lasted way longer than the others. Look you've already caused enough problems so in order to fix this, you've gotta get out of the picture. We both know how this works so there's no need to beat around the bush. Just say a number and agree to never speak of this again"
"Justin will be down once he's awake" I marched up the stairs with much irritation as I reached the bedroom. The blood in my veins boiled as I scoffed to see Justin exiting the bathroom with his face damp indicating that he'd freshened up for the day already
"Good morning sweetheart, who was at the door?" he asked pooping down on the bed
"Morning, um actually your manager is downstairs looking for you"
"Scooter's here? What the hell? Why?"
"How should I know, he's your manager" I shrugged not being able to hide my irritation. I just couldn't believe his manager basically called me a groupie and tried to buy my silence. As I pondered on the thought, was it really that hard to believe? Justin often hints at how evil this music industry is and I think I just got a glimpse of it
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You okay?"
"Sorry no I'm fine. I uh...I'm gonna get dressed then head out for the day" I didn't want to seem as if I was pushing him away but I just needed a little time alone
"Wait where are you going?"
"I just thought I'd see a few of my old friends while I'm in town. I figured you'd be busy since the album came out this morning and I know it'll be a hectic day for you"
"I mean yeah but you could totally come with me. I have a performance at Good morning America—- shit! What time is it?" He rushed over to his phone that it was 6:48 am "Fuck I'm gonna be late!"
I simply stood still watching him run back and forth to get dressed and grab all of his belongings
"I totally forgot about this performance"
"You want me to make you coffee before you leave?"
"No no there's no time." I followed him downstairs to see scooter pacing back and forth on his phone looking stressed
"For fuck's sake Justin you were supposed to be up at 6! Look at what time it is, we're running behind schedule"
"I know I know"
"Let's go the team is already there ready to do your hair and make up"
"Okay I'll meet you at the car"
"Justin there's no t—"
"It'll only be a second Scooter" Scooter sighed before looking at me then back at him walking away
"So I see you've met my awesome manager, he's super easy going right?"
"Oh he's something" I mumbled
"Are you sure you don't want to come? I could send a car for you later so you could have time to get dressed"
"No it's okay, Don't worry I won't miss the performance. I'll watch you from home"
"Promise?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world" he smiled before kissing my lips
"Okay I'll call you when I can okay?"
"Okay"
"Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything. I'll answer even if I'm performing"
"Okay hahaha"
"Ok wait one more kiss" I giggled before passing him once more "Okay I'll see you later sweetheart, I love you"
"I-Okay" he pecked my cheek before jogging away in such a rush. I smiled faintly at his sweet words but suddenly frowned at my lack of words
There's no denying my strong feelings for Justin so why is it so hard to say those three words? I know he isn't anything like my ex and I also know that I could trust him but something is holding me back.
I need to get to the bottom of this before his feelings begin to fade