Live While We're Criminals (Niall Horan and Justin Bieber)

Hate me? I deserve it :( I'm sorry. I don't even have a good excuse... stress, maybe... and too much personal stuff... I'll try my best to keep on schedule from now on (even though I've said that a bunch of times, haven't i?). I'll even try to work out a schedule so i know EXACTLY when I'll be updating every week. I'll try my best, but please don't yell at me for not updating :( ik none of u guys have, but still! P.S. thank you so much for the 60k readers! You guys have no clue how much it means to me! And to Macey! Anyway, how is everyone? Is everyone enjoying their first day of spring break? which starts tomorrow... haha silly me! well, now I'm ranting, and i'll leave you to read the chapter you've all been waiting for lol! P.S. for all of you guys asking, I havent decided on the official number of chapters for this fanfic, I just know that whatever I do, I have to finish before the summer, because I'll be really busy! I'm going to Europe! :D so sadly I'll be missing the 1D concert :( but there's always next year, right?! :) Also! In case anyone is asking, yes, my personal twitter is: @_DennyOfficial cause ik that some ppl asked about that, so ya, the @NiallStyles1D I use just for 1D related purposes. So if you're in the mood for stalking (like @1Dismylife8888 Cough, Cough, COUGH), follow me at @_DennyOfficial where you will be stalking my entire existence, lol. ok bye! and ENJOY< RATE, AND COMMENT! -Denny xx :) xx

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Chapter 24

Allison

                "Justin!" I screamed. My back arched, and I felt a small burning through my veins, as I reached my climax. My breathe hitched slightly. Justin leaned up, and smiled at me proudly. My eyes glared into his, trying to mentally burn him alive.

                "What?" he asked, amused. That little cunt. How dare he?

                "I can't believe you..." I whispered. My head fell back on the soft sheets, and I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes focusing on every detail. Justin climbed on top of me, holding up his weight with his elbows.

                "I know, amazing, right?" He smiled, showing off his white teeth. My hands reached up, and grabbed a hold of his hair pulling slightly. He closed his eyes, and his lips were slightly parted. Justin's breathe seemed to slow down slightly. I pressed my lips together to contain my laughter, but finally managed to, when I felt a small bump on my thigh, automatically realizing it was Justin's friend.

                "Justin... Justin... Can you please... Uh... Remove yourself from my thigh?" I stuttered. Justin's eyes opened. His mouth pulled up in a slight smirk, and he stood up from me. I sat in an upright position and watched Justin put on his boxers.

                "Going somewhere?" I asked, a small hint of teased at the end of my sentence. Justin didn't bother to look at me as he walked out the door.

                "Hungry," he muttered. I stood up and went to put on some sweats from Justin's closet, and grabbed the first T-Shirt I could find. Unluckily for me, it was white... which meant see-threw. Exactly what I needed to make this day, SO much more perfect.

                Justin was already out of sight. I walked out of the room and tried to find my way to his kitchen. I used to remember the way, but now I'm completely lost. If you were to send Einstein here, he would get lost as well.

                After a couple of wrong doors, I found the correct one. When I walked inside, I found myself staring at a shirtless Justin cooking some eggs. He had one of his legs crossed over the other, while one of his hands worked at mixing the eggs. I'm glad he can cook. I was never one, to make food. I would always eat it all up, but I would never actually cook it. I was horrible, and I would always end up destroying it. It's not that I burn the food, it just turns out uneatable. Not even a starved person would want my cooking. That's why, whenever I would go to Adrissa, the guys always expected me to cook whatever we caught, but things end up completely different. Whenever I walk in with a boar, or a rabbit or something, they would always scream for me to cook it. I would get pissed off, and I would grab the nearest person by me, pull them to the kitchen and start hitting them with something until they would cook. It always turns out fine. Food is food, after all... except when I cook...