Chapter song: Shameless by The Weeknd

(Justin's pov)

-4pm-

Marijuana hangovers are the worst. Goddamn headaches and a fucking cottonmouth is a bitch.

I went for a short nap, but I ended up crashing for 2 entire hours. Val did too, akin to me.

"Baby, are you awake?"

Sitting up from her bed, I squint at her half-naked body.

"Hm? I am now."

Her feminine voice is gravely, and she rolls on her back to look at me with those crystal eyes.

"Do you have any water?"

My mouth feels like cotton is stuffed in it.

"There."

She points to her mini fridge, looking too tired to move. I get a water bottle and start chugging it down.

"I need some too."

Val sits up and runs a hand through her lavender hair.

"Here."

I hand her another water bottle while finishing up mine.

"Shit."

Raiding through her countertop, I find a bottle of Advil and pop a couple on my tongue.

"You might want some too."

I place two advils in her palm.

"Ugh."

Feeling like crap, I plop on her bed again and groan.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

Val lazily gets up and drags herself into the bathroom. The sound of the shower rattles from behind the door, and I collapse to join her.

"You sure tire me out."

Grabbing her naked waist, I smile from behind her. She giggles and continues to wash the soap from her hair.

"Wanna go to my place after this?"

I ask while doing the same, cleaning the sex and drugs off my skin.

"Sure."

Her natural lips tug a cute smile, water pouring over our tuned-out heads.

We cleanse ourselves in the warm water before stepping out into the cold, apartment air.

"I feel like shit."

Mumbling to herself, Val changes into a new pink bra with matching panties. Cute.

"You sure don't look like it."

I give her a quick smack on the ass, which makes her expel a gasp.

"God, you hit me so hard."

Rubbing the place where I spanked her, she gives me a playful smile.

"What can I say?"

Nonchalantly, I shrug with a smirk as I pull on my shorts and shirt.

"That's gonna leave a handprint."

To my surprise, there actually is a handprint, but I don't say anything.

"I'm ready. Let's go."

Looking flawless, Val stands with her hands on her hips. Damn, she's perfect.

"Ok beautiful."

Grabbing her tiny waist, I lead her downstairs to my car.

"What do you say to a nice foot massage when we get to my place?"

I want her to feel comfortable and relaxed. Plus, I feel like I should pay her back in more than just weed and sex.

"No thanks. I'm good."

A.K.A, another way of saying that she doesn't desire to get spoiled again. I'm gonna give it to her anyways.

"C'mon baby, those shoes must be killing you."

I motion to her heels as we walk to my front door.

"They're not killing me."

She smiles cheekily, walking into my place.

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

Holding her waist, I paste her on the living room couch.

"Justin, babe, you don't have to."

But I want to, so I grab a peach-scented lotion and slip off her heels, placing them neatly parallel to each other.

"Relax."

Sliding her feet on my lap, I start to rub her feet, massaging them tenderly.

"You're pretty good at this."

Eye fluttering, Val moans after a while into the massage.

"I know."

Girls have told me that many times before.

"Show-off."

Her lips twitch into a playful smile as she mumbles.

"Hey, don't start babe."

I pass her a smirk while pointing a playful finger at her.

"Or what?"

Eyes daring me, she smirks, just pressuring me to do something.

"Don't get me there."

Adding more cream, I rub her soles while smirking in response.

"Why do you have so many tattoos?"

Twirling her colored hair, Val asks while secretly enjoying the massage.

"It's my art."

I state simply, watching her study the ink on my arms.

"I think they're cool. You look gangster."

Her giggle is adorable, a sensation to my ears.

"Nah, I'm an underwear model."

I smirk back with a nonchalant shrug, winking at her. Val fills my ears with her irreplaceable giggle.

"What's for dinner?"

She gathers her hair back and plays with it.

"Do you wanna go out?"

I express my curiosity while ceasing the massage.

"Not really."

Last night, Val said something about being scared of hanging out with me. Someone damaged her real bad, bad enough to make her scared like that. I mean, she was freaking out and crying all over me. It wasn't good.

"Order pizza?"

To avoid stepping out into the dangers of Las Vegas, we can eat in the comfort of my home, where it's safe.

"Ok."

Her legs sliding off my lap, she rises as her head nods. I grab my phone and call in an order for pizza, the same as last time, half cheese half pineapple.

"Come here, baby."

Wrapping my arms around her body, I embrace her in a consolable hug. Her hands caress my back as her pretty face nuzzles into the homeliness of my neck.

Then she crawls on my lap, legs on either side of me. Taking it a little further, my hands cling to her ass, making her smile.

"I love you, Justin."

Those words make my heart pitter-patter. She loves me. Val loves me. I knew she was capable of love. I just had to pry her to it.

"I love you too."

Meaning what I say, I tell her I love her too. I really do love her.

"Are you're friends coming back?"

Her fingers smoothly rake through my hair, a major turn on.

"I don't know. Why?"

Teasing her, I give her a suspicious look.

"Cut it out. I'm just curious."

Grinning famously, she climbs off of me and stands on her peach-scented feet.

"I know."

Recovering from her sexiness, I follow her into the kitchen. There's a knock at the door and I offer to answer it. L

It's the pizza, so I pay and give a tip to the pizza man.

"Water?"

I ask Val as I set the food on the table.

"Sure."

Her smile hasn't faded yet. I get two bottles of water then set them on the table.

"Thank you, babe."

Val takes small, patient bites from her food.

"You're welcome."

I wink at her while eating, knowing it makes her smile.

"By the way, your massage helped."

She compliments me, which makes me feel proud.

"Like always."

Maybe I boast a little, but I'm not showing off to the world.

"You're so full of yourself, baby."

Val finishes her last slice of pizza.

"Is that a sexual remark?"

I question her with raised brows, converting the conversation into a topic of sex.

"It depends on how you put it."

She lightly shakes her head while keeping that amazing smile on her face.

Finishing my food too, I chuckle and offer to throw away her trash.

"What time is it?"

She heads out of the kitchen, hips popping from side to side.

"8:30pm."

I take her hand and lead her into the theater room.

"Are we watching a movie?"

Her hand slips in mine so I can hold it securely.

"Yep."

I slide in 'Ted' then take a seat on a recliner with Val on top of my lap.

-9pm-

The movie's over. We were making out, safely, the whole time, so it's not like we actually watched the movie.

"I should go."

Checking the time, Val gets off my lap and heads to the door. What? No.

"Hey, wait."

I catch up with her and take her hand.

"What?"

She changes into a tank top and jean shorts. Fuck.

"Baby, don't go. Stay here, safe with me."

Holding her hands, I beg her to stay, literally. I don't want her to get hurt.

"Justin, I have to, babe. I'll call you as soon as I can."

Her eyes are scared, helpless. There's got to be something I can do.

"Valerie. Please."

I follow her to my front door.

"See you later."

She gives me a shaky kiss before walking out and shutting the door in my face. My own door is shut in my face. Fuck.

No, this isn't what I want! I want control! I need it! Why does she have to go?!

"Dammit!"

I swing at a flower vase, sending it shattering when it hits the floor. There's a big, glass, watery mess on the floor.

"Shit!"

Immediately, I start cleaning it up, the mess getting to my head. It's frustrating. It makes me feel anxious to see such a mess.

Such a mess of my anger. Such a mess of my life. Such a mess of my relationship with Val. Such a mess of everything.

(A/N: Omigod guys Purpose comes out on Friday!! Ahhh! Next post is on Tuesday)

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