Justin's POV:
"Yo, Justin. Wake up, you lazy brat! It's ten o'clock, already." Scooter almost shouted, while he was shaking my arm to wake me up.
"Just gimme five more minutes, 'kay?" I pushed him away and pulled the blankets over my head.
He had opened the curtains and turned on the lights in order to wake me up, but I had purposely ignored all of these 'drastic' measures. I didn't want to wake up. Not yet. I was enjoying the feeling of my warm bed and the memories of the past night - the memories of Blythe.
"Okay, I'm gonna count to three and if you're not out of bed by then I swear to you I will –" He was about to start a rant, but I interrupted him.
"Alright. Fine - I'll get up, just calm down!" I jumped out of bed and gave him a nasty look, while I ran to the bathroom. I locked the door and went on to do my morning routine.
"You better be out in 15 minutes! Ten-fifteen! You've got a lot to do today and we don't want to get stressed running from one appointment to another, right?" He was hammering a fist against the door.
"Yeah, fine, whatever, Scooter! Leave me be." I shouted back.
"I mean it!" He said just before I turned on the shower, so I wouldn't have to listen to his nonsense anymore.
I got out of my pajamas and walked to the mirror. I yawned and stretched myself.
"Now where was I?" I asked myself and my thoughts came back to me.
I still couldn't believe I had met the boy again. Blythe.
"Blythe." I let the word flow of my lips. I liked the sound of his name.
I liked a lot him and now that we'd met I actually had a chance with him.
I mentally slapped myself. Justin, how can you be such an idiot? Be real for once. The chance of him being gay or even bi is extremely low and the chance of him liking you, even lower.
The bathroom steamed up so I could barely see my reflection anymore. I glanced at the clock hanging oh so menacingly on the wall. Was it really ten past ten already? Fuck. I jumped into the shower, nearly slipping on the way there. That's what happens, if you leave the shower on without using it, idiot!
Once I was out of the shower I dried my hair and miraculously it did what I wanted,
right away. I ran out of the bathroom with my toothbrush in my mouth and got dressed. I put on some light-blue jeans, supra high-tops and a black v-neck tee.
I quickly put the brush back into the bathroom and rinsed with mouthwash. I grabbed my iPhone off the nightstand and swallowed down the yucky-tasting goo. It brought tears to my eyes and made me cough terribly.
I grabbed a sweater, jumped out of my room and into the lounge only to see Scooter standing beside the open front door with his arms crossed and a mischievous look on his face. He motioned for me to come with him and then he was gone.
I ran after him and got into the lift just seconds before the doors closed automatically. Out of breath I leaned against the wall and slipped into the sweater. I coughed a couple more times and managed to stand on my own once we arrived on the ground floor. We both rushed through the entrance hall of the hotel and jumped into the black Cavalcade, we knew Kenny would be sitting in.
"Next time you better get up, when you're alarm rings." Scooter said without looking at me.
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm just a teenager." I pouted.
"Justin, you chose this life, now take some responsibility for it." He looked at me, slightly disappointed.
"Okay, sorry man. Where are we going?" I asked him apologetically.
"Don't you ever listen? You have a photo-shoot today." He laughed.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You know, when we have nothing to do you spend ages in the bathroom perfecting your looks, but every time you need to go to a photo-shoot, well… Stuff like 'before' happens." He smirked.
"Whatever." I stated, all the while staring out the window, putting on some Ray-Ban wayfarer sunglasses.
"Where was mum, why didn't she wake me?" I asked.
"She went to the gym downstairs. She has a private life, you know?" Scooter answered.
I rolled my eyes, but didn't answer because my phone rattled and beeped violently.
Justin: "Hello?"
Blythe: "Hey, Justin. You have a photo-shoot today, right?"
Justin: "Yeah unfortunately, why?"
Blythe: "Well I work at Burberry, you know the place where the photo-shoot is. My boss picked me to style you today!"
Justin: "Wow, I didn't know that! That's amazing."
Blythe: "Are you nearly here?"
Justin: "I think so."
Blythe: "See you soon then! We can talk more once you're here."
Justin: "Okay, I'm glad you'll be there. Bye."
"Who was that?" Scooter asked suspiciously.
"Uh… A friend. I met him the other day and he works at the studio." I answered, feeling pressured.
"Great, another distraction." He snuffed.
"Oh my god, just let me deal with my own shit, will you?" I shut him up.
It didn't take long until we pulled up to the photo studio. I jumped out of the car and waited for Scooter and Kenny. I couldn't wait to see Blythe again.
We entered and were, of course, treated like royalty. The creative director, Christopher Bailey, himself welcomed us and walked us to the photo room.
He introduced me to the staff, including Blythe, who smiled at me heartily. Everyone was dressed in unison with the interior, sterile black and white.
Just shortly thereafter Scooter and Christopher walked away. Kenny excused himself and sat down on a leather couch in a corner of the studio. The staff swarmed out like bees in a hive. Only Blythe was left with me.
"So what do we do now?" I asked him awkwardly. Being alone with him made a smile sneak its way onto my face.
"We go pick out some clothes, you and I can agree upon and then see if they fit you." He answered.
I followed him to a couple of tables with clothes spread over them. Everything was lying there, perfectly put in order, each of the pieces available in three different sizes.
"Go on, dress yourself." Blythe ordered me.
"Isn't that your job?" I smirked.
"Yes it is, but I want you to feel like yourself and that's why I let you choose the clothes. Well… I might need to apply some changes so Mr Bailey doesn't kill me." We both laughed.
I went through the selection of clothes – they were not like my usual clothes, some of them actually looked like my great-grandpa would wear them.
"Uhm… A little help? This stuff looks like… crap… It's ancient." I said to Blythe, frowning slightly.
"Yeah, I know, they're not your style. It's vintage. But are you sure you don't want to pick something yourself?" He asked, gently smiling.
"I'm sure, Blythe. I trust you won't make me look like an idiot. I'll be happy with anything you pick out for me." I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. He nodded at me.
I watched him as he picked clothes up and threw some of them back down, furiously changing arrangements and sizes. He put together three outfits quicker than I could have ever imagined and they looked great. Wait? How could they look great, when they had just looked terrible!
"How- how the hell did you do that?" I asked him, clearly confused.
He turned around on his heels smirking at me. "Magic…" He gestured widely with his hands and winked.
We both laughed as I helped him carry the clothes into the dressing room. I had an idea, so I seized the opportunity and started undressing myself before Blythe went out of the room. I had just taken off my t-shirt. To be honest, I was turned on. A lot.
"Uh- I better go. I- I'll see you in a second." Blythe said, clearly uncomfortable. He didn't react the way I had intended. Damn.
"Come on, we're both guys. I'm not ashamed and neither should you be." I smiled at him. I could see him sweating. Maybe I should stop.
"I- I'd really rather go." He was looking down at the ground.
"Are you okay?" I asked and put a hand on his shoulder and in order to get him to look at me I pulled his chin in my direction with my other hand. I looked right into his deep blue eyes. He looked scared. We were so close now. I could feel his short and frequent breaths on my chest. I wanted to make him feel better. I imagined pressing my lips onto his – onto his pink, soft, beautiful lips. I imagined being brave enough. I'd done it before. Just… one… step forward, Justin.
Just then I heard someone's voice from outside the cabin and jumped a little.
"Blythe? Mr Bieber? Where are you, guys?"
Blythe took the opportunity and backed out of the cabin, he didn't look back.
I was left behind, baffled. What had just happened? Oh my fucking god. I felt tears shoot out of my eyes. Why was I even getting my hopes up?
Blythe's POV:
"How- how the hell did you do that?" Justin asked me confused.
I turned around and smirked at him. "Magic…" I gestured around with my hands and winked at him.
We both laughed and carried the clothes, I had picked out, into the dressing room.
Once we got there he started undressing himself, clearly not bothered by my presence.
He took his shirt off and revealed his tanned upper body. He was tanned – in winter.
He- He was perfect. My stomach seemed to boil over, my whole body tensed up.
"Uh- I better go. I- I'll see you in a second." I managed to say, but I couldn't move.
"Come on, we're both guys. I'm not ashamed and neither should you be." He smiled at me. He fucking smiled at me. Every time he looked at me, I felt my heart melt and then once I realized it, it broke.
I thought I've been over this. There was no way he likes me. No way. Not a chance in hell, he even has a girlfriend. I need to get out of here. Clear my head. Calm down.
"I- I'd really rather go. I'll just wait outside." I mumbled. I couldn't look at him anymore, as much as I wanted to. I don't know what I'd do, if I did. I backed away, until my back made contact with the wall.
"Are you okay?" He asked, coming closer and putting his hand on my shoulder. I didn't want to tell him what was wrong. I didn't want to loose another friend, if I told him I was gay. I could feel his touch through my clothes and it was electrifying. He pulled my chin up, so that I had to look at him – at his brown eyes. He didn't know what was wrong. He didn't know how afraid I was. I wasn't allowed to feel this way.
Fuck this. I had to leave.
I was shocked, as I suddenly heard a voice form outside the dressing room, it was Sarah's voice.
"Blythe? Mr Bieber? Where are you guys?"
Justin jumped, letting go of me. I snapped out of my trance and quickly exited the cabin without a word.
I saw Sarah and she waved and smiled at me. I couldn't return the gesture. I nearly broke down, then and there. I went to the table with all the clothing and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing like I'd just ran a marathon.
"Blythe, you alright?" Sarah asked. I hadn't even noticed that she was standing right beside me now.
"Blythe? Hey, are you okay?" She asked me again.
"Yeah, sure. I'm fine." I managed to say.
"Are you sure? You're really pale, like more than normal."
"If that was a joke, it certainly wasn't funny." I barked.
"What happened?" She asked me, concernedly.
"Nuh-thing." I said, mentally slapping myself. Now she definitely knows something's up.
"I just, I suppose, well… I … I got too excited – working with my first celebrity, you know? It's like a dream come true." I lied.
"Oh, I understand. I'm so jealous, it must be fantastic! Especially Justin Bieber, I mean he's seriously cute." She grinned like an idiot.
"Yeah… he's alright." I shrugged.
"Is he nearly ready? He needs to go to Make-up and Hair." She asked, frowning slightly.
"I- I think so." I mumbled. After breathing in deeply, I got up and faced Sarah.
"Hey, you know, Blythe, we're friends right?" – "Sure, we're friends." I forced a smile onto my face.
"Why aren't being you honest with me then? I mean, clearly there's more going on then you're telling me!" She said inquisitively.
You really wanna know what's wrong? You really wanna know? I think I was about to jump Justin Bieber's bones, when you interrupted. Thank God!
"Trust me, I'm fine. If something was wrong, I'd tell you. I promise." I acted my part pretty well.
"Okay, well get Justin done soon. Chris is getting stressed already." She said, shortly before she turned to walk away.
I went over to the dressing room door and knocked.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
There was a loud noise coming from inside.
I opened the door and saw him standing next to the mirror.
"Hey." I smiled. "You okay?" I asked him, when I saw the dark expression on his face.
"No." He mumbled.
"Look, Justin, I- I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being so weird before. I shouldn't have been such a prude." I stared right at him, into his eyes. I was lying, but I had to be convincing.
"Whatever. Fuck off." H barked and crossed his arms.
"Justin, come on, please don't be like that-" I wanted to calm him down.
"Just get the fuck out!" He interrupted me. He turned around and kicked the mirror. It lost its grip on the wall with a loud 'CRACK'.
It was about to fall on Justin, but I grabbed him and pushed him to the ground, underneath me. The mirror broke apart, when it crashed on my back. I couldn't feel a thing. I got up and pulled Justin off the ground, making sure he was okay.
"Don't move."
Justin's POV:
Why was I even getting my hopes up? I made him really uncomfortable before, he's so not gay.
I kicked the small chair in the corner of the cabin. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
I walked over to the mirror and watched as tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped off my chin onto my chest and rolled down my upper body all the way to my jeans. I looked at the boy in the mirror more closely. I didn't want to be him. He looked so sad.
All of a sudden I was filled with rage. I hated the boy in the mirror. Why did I have to be like that?
I kicked the mirror. Again and again. It made a weird smacking noise. I was determined to bring it down.
I heard a knock on the door.
I kept kicking the mirror.
The door opened and Blythe walked in. "Hey." He said. A smile on his face. I hated his smile, it was so perfect. Fuck him and his perfectness.
"You okay?" He asked me concernedly.
"No." I answered.
"Look, Justin, I- I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being so weird before. I shouldn't have been such a prude." He looked right into my eyes. I melted. How could I be mad at him? – I just answered the question myself. Because he had so much power over me. Was it even legal, what he was doing?
"Whatever. Fuck off." I barked, crossing my arms.
"Justin, come on, please don't be like that-" He began.
"Just get the fuck out!" I interrupted him, turning around and kicking the mirror again. This time with much more force.
There was a loud cracking noise as the mirror lost its grip on the wall. It began to fall right on top of me and I was ready for it's impact. I closed my eyes.
I was smacked down on the ground feeling something heavy on me. Oddly it didn't hurt as much as I expected. I opened my eyes and saw Blythe lying on me. He carefully got up. There were slight cuts on his neck and forearms, some of his clothes were ripped.
He pulled me up from the ground and sat me down on the chair.
"Don't move." He said and disappeared into the studio. Shortly after Kenny ran into the cabin, followed by Scooter.
I didn't listen to what they said. I looked at Blythe standing in the doorframe. He gave me a toothless smile, nodded and then walked away.
Like recovering from a flashbang, all the noise came back. Scooter was furiously asking me questions about my wellbeing while Kenny checked me for serious injuries.
I pushed him away and walked past them, out of the cabin. "Blythe?" I called out. "Blythe? Come back! It's okay, I'm not mad! Blythe please come back." I looked around the studio, but he was nowhere to be found. I felt someone grab my arm. I tried to shake it off, but the hand wouldn't budge. I turned around, only to find Scooter looking at me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked me. I felt everyone in the studio staring at me.
"You could've seriously got hurt! What happened back there? What did that other boy do?"
I was at a loss for words. I couldn't tell the truth, could I?
Someone must have informed the boss, because Christopher Bailey came through a door and ran to us.
"What happened?" He asked us.
"That Blythe boy happened. A mirror ended up broken and Justin nearly got seriously injured because of it!" Scooter shouted at him.
"Is that true?" He frowned.
I still didn't know what to say. This situation had gone from bad to worse in a matter of minutes and there was nothing I could do to make it better.
I could feel myself close to tears, but I kept them in, put on my tough face for the crowd that was slowly gathering around us.
"It wasn't his fault. It's all my fault." I mumbled.
"Whatever. Honestly I done give a shit what happened, but you should seriously think about who you hire, idiot! You had a fucking kid working with a superstar. What kind of moron let's that happen? We're leaving. You can stuff that contract up your ass, mate!" Scooter was seriously mad.
"I'm so sorry. I'll get rid of Blythe. You'll never see him again. Please don't leave. Rethink this. We have to get this shoot done, otherwise –" Mr Bailey tried desperately to convince Scooter not to give up on his brand.
Scooter let go of me and turned to Christopher, proceeding to shout him into the ground.
I slipped through the small crowd and headed through a door in the wall. Luckily it was the one I'd came in through. It didn't take long for me to get to the entrance and waiting room. The secretary looked at me strangely.
"Justin? Oh my god, I'm a huge fan! My name's Sarah." She came out from behind her desk and extended her hand to greet me.
I ignored it.
"Do you know Blythe?" I asked.
"Yeah. Of course I do." She scoffed, insulted by my unfriendliness.
"Where the fuck is he?" I said persistently.
"He left, you just missed him." Sarah said, walking back to behind her desk.
"He – what? Why would he leave?" I asked.
"I don't know, he was crying, though. I tried to stop him and to get him to tell me what was wrong, but he just left." Sarah explained.
I turned away and ran out of the door, maybe I could still catch him in the parking lot.
I ran to the side of the building and a huge parking area. How was I ever gonna find him? I heard an engine howl and saw a black bmw skid around a corner accelerating toward the exit. It was his car. I had to be there faster. Luckily, I was a lot closer. I sprinted towards it, jumping over a small fence. I stood in the cars way, my arms extended. I heard tires screeching. It didn't take long for the car to come to a halt right in front of me. I went to the front passenger side, opened the door and got in.
"Drive somewhere quiet." I told Blythe. "Just go."
Blythe obeyed and drove off. The car drive was spent in silence. I thought about what I was going to say to him, once we got wherever he was driving to.
I just had to tell him. There was no was around it.
We were not in the city anymore. We drove up a steep hill and got to a small observation platform. Blythe pulled the handbrake and turned off the engine. We both got out and walked over to the edge of the platform. You could see the whole city from here. It was amazing. This place was perfect. There was a storm brewing in the west, while the sun was shining in the southeast, it's lights broken by a couple of skyscrapers. This place was magnificent.
We both turned towards each other. I prepared for what was about to come. I didn't care, if he accepted me. I just had to tell him what was going on. I owed him that much. I knew it was a huge risk, but it was one I had to take. There wasn't a way around it. Otherwise I'd definitely loose his friendship.
I opened my mouth in order to say something, but he shook his head.
"I want to go first." He said. "Are you cold?"
I was confused. "Uhm… Yeah, I guess. Why?" I was still shirtless and winter still had its grip on this time of the year.
He took of his jacket and gave it to me. I gladly took it and wrapped myself with it. It smelt like him and warmed me instantly.
"Thanks." I smiled.
He took a deep breath and looked straight at me.
"Justin, there's something I haven't told you. I'm sorry. I… I… I'm – gay. That's why I got so uncomfortable in the dressing room, but not because I'm a prude – it was because I'm attracted to you. Now, I can understand if your beliefs stop you from accepting me and being my friend, but it would be really cool if we could simply start over and stay friends." He hadn't stopped looking into my eyes since he began his little speech. He… is… gay! I was awestruck.
All my wishes had come true.
I started laughing, all the while tears shot out of my eyes.
"You're gay. You're gay. You are gay." I repeatedly said.
He frowned and stared at me.
I dropped the coat and stepped towards him. I took his hands into mine and place either of them at my naked upper body's sides. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.
I gradually pushed my face closer to his. There were tears running down his face now, too. I smiled at him and then closed the gap between our lips.
It was perfect. This was so much better then the first time in the parking lot.
His lips felt so great. They were warm, soft and moist. I was slightly sucking them and every time I let go there was a quiet smacking noise.
I opened my mouth slightly and poked my tongue out, licking and then parting his lips gently. He opened his mouth and his tongue came to great me. Only the tips met at first, but soon they embraced each other completely.
I could taste him and I couldn't have imagined his taste better. It topped even his smell.
His arms pulled me close to his body and he was keeping me warm. His hands traced along my back and made small shocks shoot up my spine, giving me goosebumps. With my right hand I was carefully going through his hair, messing it up and pushing him closer to me. My left hand was cupping his cheek and I was stroking it with my thumb.
I was now exploring his mouth with my tongue, testing out every corner and tasting all the different bits.
Suddenly he smiled into the kiss and I noticed the shallow breathing and therefore lack of oxygen was almost making me dizzy, but luckily he was holding me tightly in his arms. We unwillingly pulled apart to properly catch our breaths again.
We were both grinning and panting like idiots.