Being With Him

Chapter 19 : He would't fall for me anyways.

Y/N's POV:

Justin decided to make his "famous" spaghetti. This boy can never live without spaghetti.

"Jay, don't you ever get tired of spaghetti?" I asked standing beside him while he was making the food.

"Well, do you ever got tired of me?" he asked me.

"Of course not!" I gasped.

"Exactly." he chuckled.

I laughed and playfully hit his arm.

"Food's done!" he announced.

He brought the food to the table and we started to eat our meal.

"To be honest, I too can never get tired of spaghetti." I admitted.

"Told ya." Justin said proudly.

"Ya, ya. Whatever." I chuckled.

We finished our food then I asked Justin "Jay, where's my bikini?"

"It's in my room babe." he said from the kitchen.

"Mmkay." I replied not caring whether he heard me or not.

I walked in the room and searched for my bikini in his closet.

I took the box out where I usually put my bikini and opened it. I took the black one out and wore it on.

I was tying my hair up when Justin barged in.

"Hey baby girl, Ryan and the other's are-woah!" he looked at me shocked.

"Justin! Next time, knock!" I giggled.

"Sweetheart, this is my room remember?" he chuckled walking over to me.

"So this is your house. Should I leave?" I joked.

"Oh you're not going anywhere." he winked.

"Perv!" I giggled wanting to run away but then Justin caught me.

"Put. Me. Down!" I squealed.

"What about never?" he replied.

He threw me on bed, pinned my hands above my head and hovered me.

"Say Justin's the most hottest, funniest, smartest guy ever!"

"Never!" I laughed.

He started to tickle me which is my biggest weakness ever.

"J-Jus-Justin!" I stuttered.

"Say it!" he demanded.

"Fine! Justin's the most hottest guy ever!" I said but that didn't satisfy him.

"Say it all!" he demanded.

"Fine! Justin Drew Bieber's the most hottest, funniest, smartest guy ever!" I gave up.

"Good girl." he kissed my cheek and got off the bed.

"I hate you." I said.

He gasped and turned his head around.

"You don't mean that!" he pouted.

I got off bed and hugged him tightly.

"I could never hate you. I'd rather hate everyone in the whole world than hate you." I kissed his cheek.

"You don't mean that too!" he said.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Cause you can't hate my mom, your mom, the gang, the Bieber crew. You can't hate anyone!" he hugged me tight and kissed my cheek.