Tour With Me

Justin’s POV

Natalie sighed as we entered our hotel room. We left the after party a little after twelve, so the time was now close to twelve forty. We decided to leave a bit early, knowing that we were going to be tired in the morning. Not only that, but we did have to deal with a bit of traffic, on the way back.

Natalie fell back onto the couch as she sighed again. She groaned as she closed her eyes. I couldn’t help but to smile and shake my head. She was having a minor head-ache. She said that it wasn’t anything to worry about, she simply felt dizzy because she was dancing right after she finished drinking.

Turns out, that she did actually have a drink that night, other than the one that she threw away with the girls. The drink that she was holding when I found her was a Campari Soda. The girls assumed that it was an actual soda, instead of soda mixed with Campari liquor. Dancing directly after drinking it, was not the smartest of her ideas.

“You’re going to be hung-over in the morning,” I spoke, as smile still plastered onto my face.

She shook her head as she looked at me. Her eyes were half open as she smirked. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or because she was tired.

“No,” she spoke.

She then threw her legs onto the floor before standing up. I flipped my hair, before raising a brow at her, out of suspicion. By the tone of her voice, it sounded as if this wasn’t the first time that she had been drinking.

She continued to smirk as she walked past me, to the bathroom. “There was more soda then alcohol Mr. Responsible,”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes as I continued to smile. I walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. “Yeah, well you’ll be Ms. Hung-over tomorrow morning,” I laughed.

“That’s what you think,” she giggled.

I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing causing me to laugh. She was defiantly tipsy, if not drunk. She was giggling more than she normally would, and simply seemed more energetic.

Normally, I would hate the fact that she was even slightly intoxicated, but I was questioning if she had really had that much alcohol.

She wasn’t stumbling, slurring her words or even in a daze. She was simply happy. I was confused about whether I should mad at her for drinking or simply smiling because she was so happy.

I threw my head back as I sat on the couch. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was tired, but my body wasn’t ready to fall asleep. I knew that if I showered, and changed for bed, I still wouldn’t be able to go to sleep.

“Oh, Mr. Responsible slash pop-star,” I heard Natalie speak in a sing-song voice.

Her tone was loud and cheerful, the same way that it had been that entire night. I opened my eyes and glanced over at the bathroom. The door was still closed, so I knew that she was in there.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“You left one of your shirts in here you know,” she spoke. “I guess you’re not as responsible as I thought,” even though the door was closed, causing her voice to sound muffled; I knew that she was giggling.

I rolled my eyes as a small made its way onto my face. “The feelings mutual babe,”

I didn’t have to stand in front of her to know that she had rolled her eyes. She rolled her eyes whenever I started flirting with her. In the end, she always went along with it anyways. There were only a few occasions when she didn’t flirt back with me.

Why, because she was just as big a flirt as I am, or because she feels the same way that I do. Honestly, I hope it’s the second reason. The second reason would make things, much easier for me.

“Well I’m keeping it,” she replied.

Before I could respond, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. I looked in the direction of the bathroom only to have my jaw drop to the floor from the sight.

Natalie’s hair was now completely down and going back to its wavy state. She had taken off her make-up except for her lip-gloss and eyeliner. The eyeliner brought out her eyes while the lip-gloss allowed her lips to look plump and more inviting.

That wasn’t what had caught my attention though.

My eyes immediately drifted to the shirt that she was now wearing, my shirt. The shirt wasn’t big on her, but it wasn’t small either. The shirt managed to show some of her curves while hiding them at the same time. The shirt allowed my mind to wonder, though Natalie didn’t leave it all to the imagination.

She had left some of the buttons open, allowing me to see part of her lacy black bra. Not only that, but the shirt stopped, way above mid-thigh length. I knew that it was long enough to cover her in the back, but if she bent over, she would be showing her underwear.

I closed my mouth and gulped as I stared at her. She wasn’t making anything easier for me.

She smirked before turning in a circle. “What? A girl can’t wear her alleged boyfriend’s clothes,” she then walked into the bedroom, carrying her dress.

I groaned and closed my eyes. I was dealing with mixed emotions. I loved Natalie, and I knew it, but I also knew that I had to tell her. I couldn’t just sit around and hope that she would catch on, it didn’t seem as if she would anytime soon. I wanted to tell her, I really did, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t just openly tell her that I was in love with her, it was much more complicated.

I had planned on telling her tonight, but seeing her the way that she was, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to focus on what I had to say.There was also the slight chance that she would think I was saying it, just to get her in bed.

Sometimes, I hated the hold that she had on me. it made things harder for me. I hated how every time she smiled, I felt the urge to smile. I hated how her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever she laughed or smiled. I hated how I already knew that I would do anything for her, just to make her happy.

But these were also the things that I loved more than I could explain.

“You know from your silence, I would think that you didn’t like the idea of me wearing your shirt,” her voice rang in my ears.

I opened my eyes, to find her standing in front of me. Her soft plump lips were curled slightly, forming a smirk. Her arms were folded directly underneath her chest, lifting them slightly. The lift allowed me to see even more of the black lace of her bra.

I licked my lips as I gave her another once over. She didn’t want to make this easy for me. If she did, she wouldn’t be standing here the way that she was. I shook my head as my lips formed a smirk, matching hers.

“Believe me,” I smoothly spoke. “I have no problem with it at all,”

Her smirk seemed to grow wider. Her eyes narrowed slightly, another habit of hers when she’s about to flirt.

“Oh yeah,” she spoke.

She then sat down on the couch next to me. She placed her hand on my thigh, keeping her gaze set on it. She licked her lips, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her other hand.

“So would you mind…” she trailed off as she began to rub small circles on my thigh with her index finger.

I took in a sharp breath of air as I tensed up. If she was purposely trying to make me hard, she was becoming dangerously close to succeeding by the second. She giggled before she locked her gaze with mine. In her eyes, I could tell that she knew what she was doing.

“If I wasn’t wearing a shirt at all?” she finished.

Her voice was low, and suggestive. Her smirk was just as flirtatious and suggestive as her words. Her eyes were glazed over slightly, filled with lust. She was telling me exactly what she wanted.

Any other time, I wouldn’t have hesitated to flirt back, but I couldn’t. She was drunk, or at least she had a bit of alcohol in her system. I wouldn’t feel right taking advantage of her like that. Regardless of how much I would enjoy it, I knew that I would regret it later.

I closed my eyes and inwardly groaned. She wasn’t ever going to make things easy for me. I opened my mouth, hoping to tell her that I didn’t want to do this, but my mouth had other plans.

“You’re teasing me again,” I spoke.

Surprisingly, her smirk didn’t falter. She simply licked her lips as she raised her brows. Normally, she would have rolled her eyes, and said a witty/flirty come back before leaving me with my thoughts. I knew that she was not planning on leaving, anytime soon.

“I am huh? Well...” she started to lean in, as he hand slowly trailed up my thigh. My breath caught in my throat as she got closer to my “friend”.

She stopped leaning once she was inches from my face. She was far enough that we weren’t going to kiss, but she was close enough to tempt me to lean.

“Maybe you should teach me to follow through with what I say,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes as I leaned back against the couch. I tried to focus on my breathing instead of her rubbing circles on my thigh, again dangerously, close to my friend.

“Ally, you don’t want to do this. You’re just drunk. Please, don’t make me do something that you’re going to regret in the morning,”

She sharply pulled her hand from my thigh once the words left my mouth. I opened my eyes as I sighed in relief. I was hoping that she had finally snapped out of it. I was hoping that she realized what she was doing.

Of course, things didn’t go the way that I had wanted them to. By the look on her face, I could tell that my comment only encouraged her to continue, despite her removing her hand from my thigh. I gulped as I stared at her, bracing myself for whatever she had planned.

She giggled and shook her head. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not drunk until you get the picture?” she questioned.

“Even if I was drunk, I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing. And I’m sober enough to keep my balance,”

Before I could respond, she climbed onto my lap. On instinct, my hands found her hips, gripping them tightly. My thoughts became clouded as my hormones began to take over. I couldn’t seem to think straight anymore. My words were caught in my throat as I stared up at her.

She smirked as she brought her lips closer to mine. She stopped as her lips hover directly over mine. She was close enough that I could almost, feel her lips on mine. Her warm breath hit my lips, tempting me even more. I was driven insane, by how close she was, yet I couldn’t taste her.

She placed her hands on my chest as her eyes slowly closed. I found myself closing my eyes as well, despite the fact that I hadn’t kissed her yet.

“And I know exactly, what I want,” she quietly muttered.

I felt her place her lips against mine, teasing me once more. He lips weren’t fully pressed to mine, to the point that I could kiss her. Her lips were simply close enough so that I could feel her. Close enough that I could taste her lip gloss, but not her.

“I’m not going to regret any—”

I stopped her mid-sentence as I hungrily pressed my lips against her. I didn’t bother trying to be gentle, as I normally would. I simply wanted her. I wanted her badly enough that I needed her. Her teasing pushed me to the point of no return. My hormones were now in control of my actions.

I felt her melt against me as she fiercely moved her lips against mine. Our lips moved against another rhythmically, hungrily, and passionately. Passion was always present every time we kissed, but this time was different. This time the passion was more like fire. A fire that was burning us to continue what we had started.

I pulled her closer to me as she began to straddle me. I licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance. I knew at this point that I would find a way inside, whether she granted me permission or not. My hormones were that intense.

Luckily, she granted me permission without any hesitation. I roamed her mouth with my tongue before my tongue began to battle hers for dominance. Once our tongue’s met, an intense sensation ran down my spine, causing me to grip her hips tighter.

She let out a small moan as she clutched my shirt tighter in her grasp. She began to grind her hips against me causing a moan to escape my lips. I wasn’t surprised that she knew what she was doing, she was a dancer; she moved her hips for a living.

Hearing her moan only drove me even more insane. Knowing that she was enjoying this as much as I was, brought me pleasure. Knowing that I was the one who was giving her as much pleasure as she was giving me only made things better for me.

I gently pushed her down onto the couch so that I was hovering over top of her. She continued to straddle me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands made their way to the buttons on my shirt, quickly undoing them. Natalie didn’t object to anything that I was doing, only making me feel better.

I ran my hands along her toned stomach, caressing every bit of her. Her stomach wasn’t flat, it was toned. Her stomach was flat from being toned, but I knew that she was dangerously close to having abs herself. Her skin was smooth and soft, as I admired every bit of her.

Another moan escaped her lips as she pulled me closer to her. Soon we parted, both breathing erotically. My hands soon found their way to her breast. She closed her eyes as a quiet gasp escaped her lips. I smirked before I began to massage them through the fabric. She moaned once more, causing my smirk to grow wider.

Once her eyes locked with mine, my smirk fell. Normally I would be able to see so many emotions in her deep brown eyes. I would be able to see what she feeling, what was going on in her head, I would be able to see it all through her eyes. This time, I couldn’t see anything.

Her eyes were glazed over making it hard to read anything. The only thing that I could find was lust. I knew that this wasn’t the only emotion I wanted to see while this was happening. I wanted it to be one of the emotions, but it wasn’t the only one I wanted.

It was as if she had put up another one of her internal walls. Whenever she talked about something serious, she would close herself off. She would deprive herself of any emotion. It had happened twice now, both times when she was talking about something personal.

I didn’t want that. I wanted her to open up to me. I wanted her to let her guard down around me. I wanted her to be comfortable with me, to trust me.

Knowing that she had put up another wall, drove me insane.

“Damn it Natalie,” I muttered.

I knew that this was serious, because I had actually used her name. I only called her Natalie if I was introducing her to someone. Other than that, I never used her name. I hadn’t called her Natalie in what felt like forever.

She furrowed her brows as she looked up at me with her lust filled eyes. “Something wrong?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off, by crashing her lips into mine, forcefully. I could taste the lust on her lips, only driving my hormones insane. As I said before, she doesn’t make anything easier on me. I groaned as I deepened the kiss.

“Yes,” I managed to speak in between the kiss.

“What?” she muttered against my lips. As strange as it may have been, it turned me on more.

“You,” I spoke again between the kiss. “You—You—You,”

I broke the kiss as trailed kisses down her neck. She let out a small sigh of content. I knew that her eyes were closed, even though I wasn’t looking directly at her.

Her neck was her weak soft in general, but she did have a soft spot on her neck. At this point, I was determined to find it.

“You’re always making things harder for me,” I muttered against her neck..

She giggled as I continued to kiss her neck. “That’s kind of the point,”

I growled against her neck, starting to become angry. She didn’t understand what I meant. She thought that I was talking about what was talking about what was going on right now.

“You’re closing me off Natalie,” I explained. “You close me off whenever we start to get serious about something, and it’s starting to get on my damn nerves,”

“What do you me—” she let out a loud moan as I kissed the spot near her pulse. I had found it, her soft spot. I was aggravated by her cutting me off, so once I found the spot things were different.

I forcefully bit the spot on her neck, not caring if I left a mark. She bit her lip to muffle her moan. Regardless of her biting her lip, the moan was still loud. I could only imagine how loud it would have been, if she didn’t muffle it.

“I mean, you need to let me in,” I muttered. I scrapped my teeth along the spot, causing another moan to escape her lips.

“You put up that damn wall of yours to try and keep me out, but it’s not going to work. I don’t care how many walls you put up I’m going to brake them, I’m going to brake you,”

I began to suck on the skin as I massage her chest once more. She chewed her bottom lip as she moaned again. I knew that if she bit down on her lip any harder that it would begin to bleed.

“You’re going to let me in Natalie. I don’t care if it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to fucking brake you. I’m going to know what’s going on in the gorgeous,”

I then started to kiss her pulse. Her pulse was insane letting me know that her heart was pounding even harder in her chest.

“Amazing,” I kissed her neck again, “Sexy,” I kissed it once more “Caring—Smart, head of yours,” I finished.

Natalie was breathing heavily, causing me to smirk. I had left her breathless, the same affect that she has on me almost every time I kiss her. I enjoyed the fact that I could do the same to her.

“Well,” she breathed. She was still breathless, and I could hear it in her words. “What if I break you?”

I brought my lips back up to hers, not being able to hold myself back. She kissed back with as much force and passion as I had. We I parted she was still breathless. She hadn’t regained all of her breathing back before, so, me kissing her only made things worse.

Before my brain could register how to respond, I spoke. “You don’t want to break me. I don’t know if you actually like me enough to want to brake me. You couldn’t brake me if you tried, because you don’t want to,”

Before I could lean down and catch her lips with mine, she pushed me off of her. I hit the floor with nothing but complete shock. I stared at her with a mix of confusion, shock and hurt. I completely hated the fact that she could push me away.

Her reaction was different. She stared at me as she snapped back into her reality. Her eyes were narrowed at me, forming a glare.

Once again, I could read her eyes. They were filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. This only confused me more, what exactly had I done to make her mad. I didn’t mean what I had said, but I didn’t expect her to get mad at me for it.

My heart ached at the sight of her begin hurt. Not only because I couldn’t comfort her, but because I was the reason why she was hurt. I may not have known the reason why, but I knew that I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Is that seriously what you think?” she spoke.

Her voice was dripping with anger. If I couldn’t see the hurt in her eyes, I would simply think that she was angry.

“You seriously think, that I don’t care enough about you to want to be there for you. You seriously, think that I don’t want to break you just as badly as you want to break me. You think that I don’t like you enough that I don’t feel the exact same way that you do, if not more,”

I simply sat there in shock as I stared at her. I didn’t understand what she was saying, or at least I didn’t want to. I knew that if I did I would only feel worse about what I said. If I understood what she was saying I would see just how much I hurt her by what I said. I would see that she felt the exact same way about wanting to get to know me, as I did her.

Sure, I was confused about how I wasn’t letting her in, but she was probably just as confused about letting me in, as I was about her.

Regardless, I did understand. I understood exactly what she was saying.

She glared at me as she stood up off the couch. She clenched her fist as her sides as she stared down at me.

“Obviously, you really don’t want to break me. If you did, then you wouldn’t assume that I felt completely different about you. Instead you would ask me, or try to find out. Let me put this in terms that you might understand,”

She paused as she took a deep breath. “If you’re trying to write a duet, you write your part and I write mine. At some point in the chorus we’re going to have to write our part together. You can’t do it by filling in the blanks yourself, because then we’re not together,”

“And at this point I don’t think we will ever make it to the chorus,” she finished.

She then closed her eyes and looked down at the floor. “No matter how badly I want us to work together,” she muttered.

Before I could respond she turned on her heel and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. I was completely frustrated with myself. That was one of the stupidest things that I could have ever said.

And it might have just ruined my chances with Natalie.