Let Me Love You

Having Justin Bieber trying to get you to love him is any girls dream right? Well, that is Maria Rosas reality. But here's the catch: she strongly dislikes him. She can just avoid him, can't she? Not when they are both co-staring in a movie where they must fall in love. Will Maria find love with Justin? Or will she hate him even more? Find out in Let Me Love You!

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9. Chapter 7

A/N: Slight language and very little sexual content in this chapter :-/. Just a heads up :)

*Justin's POV*

           As I was at a red light, an idea came to me. Why not go to Maria's flat to explain? Maybe, just maybe, she'll understand.
           "And what? She'll fall madly in love with you?" A part of my mind thought. Yet that's exactly what I wanted. For us to grow old together, have a bunch of children, and be able to kiss her every day as I can home from work.
           I was so lost in my daydream that I didn't notice the light go from red to green. The car behind me honked. 
           I quickly made up my mind that I will go to Maria's flat and- and then what? What if she's not home? What if she really truly does hate me?
           I started feeling nauseous about it all, so I pulled over about 10 blocks from Maria's flat. I took my phone out of my pocket, dialed Maria, and held my breath.
           She answered on the fifth ring.
           "What do you want?" She snapped.
           "I want to talk to you." I pleaded.
           "I'm listening." 
           "In person?" I could practically hear her chewing it over.
           "Okay." She finally said, devoid of any emotion.
           "Really?" I asked, disbelief clear in my voice.
           "Get over here before I change my mind!" She giggled and hung up.
           Is it just me, or did she just giggle? This cannot be a good thing.
           As I pulled up to her house, I still had a weary feeling about this. This feeling continued as I knocked on the door. I heard more giggling and maybe even something breaking.
           I reached to open the door, but someone else opened it. My first reaction to seeing Maria was that I had gotten the wrong place.
            She stood before me in a French maids outfit and an almost-empty bottle of whiskey in her hand.
           "Maria, what the hell are you doing?!" I ask while rushing inside to close the door before the paps come. 
           "Just making things easier for you." She said innocently. 
           "What 'things'?"
           "You know, the things you do to other girls and then leave the next morning?"
           I couldn't believe she still thought of me like that! Before I can open my mouth to protest, Maria put her lips on mine. My mouth was suddenly filled with the sour taste of alcohol.
           "Maria, can you please stop trying to unzip my pants?" I asked in between kisses. I was finally able to break away this, when I heard Maria fall to the couch, crying. I sat beside her and rubbed her shoulders. 
           "What's wrong?" I asked.
           "I-I r-r-really don't kn-know!" She wailed.
           "C'mon, let's get you to bed." I said. And once she nodded, I swung her into my arms and took her to her room.
           "Can you please leave while I change?" She asked quietly. I nodded and left the room. After a while she opened the door with sweats and a t-shirt.
           "Where do you keep the blankets? So I can sleep on the couch." I asked her.
           "I was actually thinking that you can sleep in my bed with me." She said timidly.
           "Are you sure?" I asked. I heard her say yes as she got into bed. I took off my shoes and got in next to her. Within minutes she was cuddled up with me and snoring. But not those loud, annoying ones, but those quiet adorable ones.
           I kissed the top of her head and whispered "I love you" in her ear. Then I went to bed myself.

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