I love her.

"Justin..." I whispered, as he left wet, yet soft kisses down my neck.

I shivered at his touch.

"Shh. Age is just a number, Baby. Just a number."

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1. Chapter 1

*Emma's P.O.V.*

I tried to open my eyes, since I really wasn't tired anymore. It feels like I slept for ages. Literally.
Come on, Emma! I thought. You can do it!

"What the hell?" I blurted out, immediately closing my eyes again. It was so bright in here, that's not even normal anymore. Slowly, I opened my eyes again and looked around the room.
I was laying on a bed, with white bed linen. The walls were white too, and so were the stool and the little table beside of the bed.
It looks just like....a hospital? Great. -.- What am I doing in a hospital? I should be laying in my bed, instead of in here.

I groaned and layed my head back down on the pillow. My life sucks. I just want to know why I'm in here! Man!
Just as I was about to stand up, and find it out myself I heard the door to my room slowly open. Not a second later, a cute boy peeked through the door and looked at me. As he saw I was awake he lightly smiled and opened the door fully. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and watched his every move.
"Ehm...Hi?" I said, more as a question. He quickly sat down on the chair and looked at me again. "Hey. How are you feeling?" What the fuck? I'm laying here in a hospital bed, and some random dude asks me how I feel? I don't even know him! "Who are you?" He chuckled and shook his head a little. "Seriously?" By now I was officially angry. "Yes! Seriously." I glared at him. "Who. Are. You? Am I speaking Chinese?" "I'm sorry." He said throwing his arms up in surrender. "I'm Justin." Justin. As in Bieber? Oh no! "Oh no, the Bieber-kid." I suddenly said. I covered my mouth and blushed lightly. "Sorry. I thought out loud." "It's fine." He assured me. "I should be the sorry one." He looked at the ground with an guilty expression and played with his fingers? Why is he guilty? "What do you mean?" I asked. He slowly lifted his head up again and looked me deep in the eyes. "I'm kind of the reason you're in here." He whispered. "Why?" "I-I was driving down the street. Fast. No, very fast. This stupid pappz." He hissed more under his breath. But I could still hear him. "They were chasing me, and then I didn't focus on the road. I didn't mean to, I swear!" "You didn't mean to what?" I asked. "I hit you." "You what!? Are you fucking serious!? I could be dead!" "I know, I know. But you aren't,are you?" I rolled my eyes and looked at him again. "What a nice way to say sorry." This time it was his time to roll his eyes, which made me glare at him. "You do know, that you nearly murdered me, and you still have the courage to roll your eyes at me?" I hissed. "I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to! I told you these stupid pappz were following me! Why won't you get that in your mind!" He yelled. I was a bit taken aback at his sudden outburst, but tried not to show it.

"Go." I whispered. He shook his head, no. "No. I at least want to know what the doctor has to say." He spoke, this time in his normal voice again. I sighed and gave up. "Fine..." "Look-" "Emma." I said, not really caring. "Yes. Eh, Emma. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to yell at you. I mean, I- It's just so much." He buried his head in his hands and sighed quietly. "Justin?" He looked up and tried to hide the fact, that his eyes were puffy. How cute? Wait! What!? Emma, STFU!? "Come here." I said, and patted the spot next to me. What? What! You don't even like him, Emma! Remember: Gayber? He hesitated for a minute, before standing up, and plopping down next to me. I rubbed his sides and stroked his abs *-*. OMG! It felt so good...But back to reality.
He closed his eyes and a small smile appeard on his face. "Mmm." I giggled and looked at him. He truly is cute. And his face. Oh my! His pink kissable lips, and his big hazel eyes! You can get lost in them anytime. But then again, he's this selfish popstar, who everyone likes and who's always an angel. Angel my ass. I don't believe this shit, I mean he's a 19 year old teenager. You can't tell me he doesn't smoke or drink. I'm not dumb. "What are you thinking about?" He suddenly asked, looking at me. "You." I blurted out. Oh shit. I should really learn to control my mouth! He smirked and raised and eyebrow at me. "Me?" I slowly nodded, before gulping. "Am I making you nervous, shawty?" I shook my head, no. "N-no! I don't even like you." Great, Emma. Stuttering. Really? "Mhmmm." He hummed. "Then I guess you won't mind me doing this." He said coming closer do my face. What is he doing? His lips were now, not even a centimetre away from mine, and my nerves were literally killing me. Why does he have to be so attractive? "I thought so." He stated, before pressing his lips onto mine. I didn't know what to do at first, but smehow I found myself kissing back.

Emma! You're 14! What do you think you're doing? She likes him, duh. What do you think?
What is up with all these even talks?

I enjoyed the kiss, and I couldn't help but let a little moan escape my mouth. I could literally feel Justin smirk against my lips, but I shrugged it off and continued kissing him. As we pulled away, we both gasped for air and looked around the room. "Justin?" I asked, turning my gaze to him. "Yes, babe?" Babe. OMG STOP IT, EMMA! "That's wrong." "What do you mean?
"I'm 14."

 

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