More Than Friends

This story is in your point of view. (Justin Bieber isn't famous). Justin has been your best friend since you were 4 years old. You would always hang out with him, Ryan, and Chaz. When you and Justin were younger, you made an oath that stated: "Best friends forever, no love." (You were about 6 when you made it)Justin has fallen in love with you; you have fallen in love with Justin. But you both remember the oath. You talked about it about every month, but this year it's different...


13. Stay. Away.

(Justin's P.O.V.)

I picked up (Y/N) and took her to the park. It was a bright, sunny day, kids were playing on the jungle gyms, parents sat on the benches and talked, couples were out on dates, hugging, kissing, and holding hands, tween boys rode there bikes all over the place, disturbing people, just like I used to do.

I pulled into the parking lot, and stopped the car. (Y/N) got out and so did I. She had to bend over to pick up her bag that she had dropped. "Dat, ass," I thought to myself. She stood up, walked over to me, I held my hand out for hers and she took it. Our fingers intertwined and her hand fit perfectly in mine.

We were just gonna go on a walk but some 7th or 8th grader stopped on his bike about 5ft to the right of us and so did his "gang". I saw the guy who stopped turn to his friend, whisper something, then pointed at (Y/N)'s ass. Then the guy turned back to us and whislted, "whoo-whew". (Y/N) stopped.

Then the same boy yelled, "Nice ass! Can I tap that?"

Her eyebrows stood up in shock. She turned to me, and told me to hang on a sec. She let go of my hand and started walking toward them. They kids friends started giggling and making side comments while others nodded.

(Y/N) stopped at the boys bike, put her hands on the handle bars, and leaned over. She was serious. The boys just stared right down her shirt because all that was under there was a black bra. I could see it from a mile away. Then her beautiful voice came out in anger.

"How old are you boys?" they just stared down her shirt, "Aye!" their eyes shot up to hers, "My eyes are up here! Now listen, I don't know how old you are, and I don't really-" one of the boys interuppted her.

"We're 13," he said confidently, and all of his friends turned to him then back at (Y/N).

"I don't care!" she started, "I'm on a date with my BOYFRIEND, okay? So you little perverts need to leave us alone. Now, I don't know your parents or anything but if you ever, EVER, do that again, I will follow you home and cut off your testicles, okay? I'm dead serio- Jonny? Is that you?"

A small boy in the back looked down.

"Jonny!" the boy looked up instantly, "I am very disappointed in you."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," the boy said shyly.

(Y/N) walked over to him gave him a hug and told him it was ok. All of his friends looked at him with suprise. She kissed the top of his head. And walked back out to the front of the group.

"About cutting off your testicles, I'm dead serious! Got it?" everyone nodded.

She walked back to me and grabbed my hand. I couldn't take wondering who that "Jonny" kid was anymore.

"Who's Jonny?" I asked.

"Oh, Jonny, he's just a kid I used to babysit."

"Oh, ok."

We walked around the park for about 2 hours. High schoolers kept staring at (Y/N), and whenever someone did I pulled her closer to me to let them know she's mine.

We stopped by an ice cream shop because we were both hungry. The line was going out the door. (Y/N) and I laughed and talked as we were in line. The whole time we stood in line I never let go of her hand.

That little boy group group came up behind us. I glared at them. Then as they kept staring at her ass, I let go of her hand, grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in super close, she put her arms around my neck, and we started kissing. Right there in front of those boys, right here in front of everyone. Did I care? Nope, not a bit. It was really long, and really hard. The kiss.

The line moved up, and Jonny tapped me on the shoulder. I stopped kissing (Y/N) and we both looked down at him. In the same spot we were in while we were kissing.

"Sorry for interupting, but will you please move up?" he asked politely.

(Y/N) smiled, let go of my neck, took my hand, and walked up.

We got into the ice cream store and we were up next.

"How may I help you?" said the man behind the counter.

(Y/N) looked behind the counter and froze. The man smiled at her; she just stood there, staring.

"(Y/N) what's wrong?" I whispered in her hear.

She squeezed my hand. Wait, I know that smile, those tattoos, that scar. It was (Y/N)'s dad. He was out of prison.

"So Justin, I see you've been touching my daughter," he said.

I didn't say anything because (Y/N) had already done that.

"Don't ever, EVER, call me that," she said with fury.

"Why not? You are my daughter, and I don't want this dick touching you like that," he said nodding at me.

"He isn't a dick, you bastard. He has treated me like I was worth something my whole fucking life. You have treated me like shit for 10 fucking years. I'm not going to let you hurt me anymore!" she started yelling.

"Sweet heart, you can't tell me t-"


"(Y/N) let's get out of here," I said before things got ugly.

"One more thing!" we were on our way out put she stopped, "Stay. Away."

And with that, we got in the car and left. The whole ride back to my place she didn't stay a word.

"Are you okay?" I asked when we got into my apartment.

"No, I know my dad is out there again, I won't be able to sleep or do anything. I'll be too afraid that he will find me and do the same thing he did to my mom."

Those words brought tears to her eyes, and I couldn't stand watching her cry. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her so tight, letting her know that she was safe with me.

"I love you and I will never let anyone or anything hurt you."

She looked up at me and started kissing me. She stopped and said, "I love you so much."

And with that, she kissed me again. But this time longer and harder with more passion then ever.

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