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."


3. Chapter 3

*Justin's P.O.V.*

Today was the day Emma could go home. I'm happy for her, because I know how bring it was all the time in this little room with nothing to do. But I'm also kind of...sad? Yeah, I guess so. I'm sad, because I'm afraid our ways will separate. I see something in her, that I don't see in other girls. The way her laugh makes everyone happy and her cute giggles about little things. Only the thought of her brings a smile on my face. Therefor I decided not to just drop her and let her go. Like mom said, I have to listen to my heart. And that's exactly what I'll do. I don't care about other people's opinions anymore.


"Emma?" I asked stepping into her room for hopefully the last time in my life. "Yeah? Oh, Justin. Hey." She lightly smiled at me and I returned the favor. "Hey. How are ya?" "I'm perfectly fine, thank you." I nodded and sat down on the chair. "That's good. Today's your last day. Excited?" Her face lit up and she nodded her head rapidly. "Hell yeah! I can't wait to get out of here! I miss my friends and my bed." I laughed and shook my head. "I see...so." "So?" She asked sitting down too, but next to me. I turned my gaze towards her again and scratched nervously the back of my head. "I was ehm, I was wondering, if y-you, if you may-maybe wanted to hang ou-out sometime?" Great, Justin. Stuttering. Really now? "Like what? Like friends or like....on a date?" She asked raising her eyebrows. Here goes nothing. "I wouldn't mind the both of it." I cheekily smiled. She playfully rolled her eyes and hit me in the chest. "I'm serious, Justin!" "What?" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. "I am too. I wanna go on a date with you." Her look quickly changed and she had pure disbelieve written all over her face. "With me? A 14 years old? On a date?" I slwoly nodded my head, hoping she won't say no. "Yeah...that's what I am trying to say. We could get to know each other." I kept on looking in her eyes, seeing a slight of joy rushing through them. "Actually...that doesn't sound that bad." She finally smiled. My little frown quickly dissappeard and my eyes widened in happiness. "Is that a yes?" She giggled and nodded her head. "It is."
I stand up from my chair and wrapped my arms around her tiny body. Words can't even describe how good it felt, hearing her giving me a chance. "But! I want you to promise me something." I looked at her confused and let go of her body. "What is it?" "I want you to promise me, that no matter what, you won't just leave me behind and forget about all. I had alot of people in my life, that told me they wouldn't let me go because of my age. But at the end of the day, they did. My past wasn't the best at all too. That's probably the reason I act like an adult, but that's not the point. My age was always in my way, but if we both want it, then we can change this. But I'll only do this, if you do too." I was now even more confused, but I decided I would understand one day. One day, when we both are close enough and trust each other with everything. I'm sure she'll tell me what exactly she meant one day. And like she said, if we both want it, maybe the day comes quicker by than we thought.

I nodded my head and let a little 'of course' escape my mouth. She smiled lightly at me before hugging me again. "I know it's confusing Justin, but you'll understand. It's not easy for me to trust you, especially because you're Justin Beaver. I playfully pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. "Not funny." She laughed and pinched my cheek. "Whatever you say, Justin. Whatever you say."


*Emma's P.O.V.*

I gave him a chance. I said 'yes' to the date, but I know for sure he has a lot more to do to own my trust. I just hope he won't use and play me, because if he does, then he's going to know the bad side of me. Yes, that wasn't m bitchy side yet. Got a problem? No? Good.


"You're allowed to go home, now. Be safe, miss Parker." I thanked the doctor and walked out of the building. Justin was by my side, carrying my bag.

I smiled at him, as we were standing out of the hospital. Thankfully the papparazzi didn't know anything about the car crash. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to stand out here.
"Thank you, Justin." "For what? Hitting you by my car. You're very welcome." He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and looked up at him. "No, dumbass. For carrying my bag, and...and for being with me most of the time." I hate to admit it, but he was by my side, all of the time. He didn't leave my room. Only to go home to shower and have a real meal, but that doesn't count. "Oh." He lightly chuckled. "No need to. Need a ride home?" I shook my head and smiled at him. "No, thank you. My house is just a few streets away. I'll make it there." He looked at me hesitating. "You sure? I mean...where are your parents anyways? I didn't see them once." I gulped and looked at the ground. A tear slowly making its way out of my eye, but I quickly whiped it away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Justin said guilty. I shook my head and cracked a small smile again. "It's alright. I'm overreacting. They're in New York...Buisness, ya know?" He nodded his head understanding. "Ehm...About the date. Is friday night, 7 p.m. alright? I'll come pick you up." I nodded and hugged him goodbye. "That's perfect. I'll text you my adress." "Alright. Bye, Emma." "Bye!" I said, grabbing my bag, and starting to walk home.

Friday night, here I come!


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