If You're Not The One
SS by Danielle

If You're Not the One


It is taking a long for him to finish just one beer. He knew she would be here, but she doesn't notice him…she never does.

The music is loud, but his body feels immune to it. He is able to focus on her movements. She is sitting with quite a few people. There is a bottle of vodka in front of her, and she is on the seventh drink tonight…he counted.

She leans her head on a sofa as she watches the man beside her talk. She doesn't seem very interested in what he has to say so she nods her head pretending she understands every thing that he is trying to explain.

And the man watching by the bar could hardly recognize her anymore. Her newly cut brown hair frames her face beautifully, but she is nothing but a stranger through his eyes. He doesn't care…his heart can't tell the difference. It doesn't matter how many she changes her hair.

She can still bring him to his knees.

She is drunk. He can tell by the way she rubs her head and droops her eyelids. He wishes he were by her side so he can help her stand when she decides to leave. Her body then moves from the couch to go to the bathroom. As she moves her way through, she can feel her legs clumsily shaking causing her to almost trip. She was definitely out of it tonight.

He is never is able to take his eyes off her. It comes naturally to him to keep an eye on her especially when she is not able to stand on her own after a few drinks.

He can't help but wonder where her bodyguard is. She kisses her friends goodbye and grabs the velvet jacket from off the couch. He can see the keys hanging from her hand…she was driving home alone tonight. This bothered him greatly.

Her friends were too drunk themselves to notice that she had no limo taking her home tonight, but the man sitting by the bar was not going to let this happen.

She makes her way through the crowded exit door and he quickly follows behind her. Her vision is blurry and her head is pounding. When she finally is able to get outside, her body breathes in the fresh air.

The valet man takes the ticket from her hand and runs off to get her car. She puts on her jacket and crosses her arms. Her eyelids feel heavy. The dryness in her throat starts to bother her. She is feeling disoriented.

He is standing behind her swaying body. His eyes watch the car pull up in front of them, and she starts to walk to the driver's seat.

The man decides to make his move.

"Please tell me you are not are driving home drunk tonight," he says grabbing her by the arm.

"Justin, what are you doing here?" Her voice slurs and she struggles to keep her balance.  Justin grasps her arms with both hands to keep her standing.

"I am going to take you home," he doesn't wait for her response as he helps her into the passenger's seat. Before he closes the door, she grabs his shirt and roughly pulls him closer to her.

"This is very nice of you," she then gives him a kiss on the cheek and lets go of his shirt.

"Yup, she is drunk," he murmurs the words as he closes her door. It was a miracle that she wasn't clawing him away from her. He climbs in the car and puts the car on drive. Justin pulls out of the parking lot.

Britney stares out the window feeling a little sick to her stomach. Her attitude starts to get insensitive towards the man sitting beside her.

"You know what? You never returned my call. I didn't know you will be in town today too," she says pointing her finger at him. She then crosses her arms and acts like a mad five year old. She pouts her lip at him.

He had to admit she was cute when she was drunk…she always was.

"Brit, check your cell phone. I left you a voice message…" he starts to reach into her purse, but she slaps his hand away. Britney takes out her cell phone herself and looks at the remaining voice message flashing on her screen.

"Oh, I see…so how are you going to get back home?" she asks while rubbing her forehead.

"I'll call someone to pick me up," he says.

Britney laughs sarcastically as she nods her head. She feels the blood rushing to her head, and the sudden light-headedness developing her.

"You're a Stalker," she grunts under her breath as she slams her head against the cushion.

Justin convinces himself to ignore her words for she is drunk and does not what the hell she is saying. He turns his head to find Britney sleeping with her head against the window.

He pulls into her driveway and parks the car. Britney is still sleeping with no signs of ever waking up.

Justin shakes her shoulder gently. "Brit…wake up. You're home," he whispers to her, but she slaps his hand away. She refuses to open her eyes.

He lets out a frustrated breath, but smiles softly when she wrinkles her forehead in her sleep. She was in for a rough night.

Justin has been through this many times before. When they were together, he will always feel glad to carry her tired and tipsy body to their room upstairs.

And he feels the exact same way tonight. He gets out of the car and rushes to the passenger side. The minute he opens her car door, she falls into his arms.

Justin cradles her body against him, and begins to make his way to the entrance of her L.A home. Britney's arms immediately go around his neck. Her small body fits perfectly against him, and she smiles contently in her sleep as she settles her head against his chest. 

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

Miraculously, he is able to get the key from her purse that rests on her stomach. He uses the arm that is under her to open the door. He carries her inside the house feeling the freezing air hit both their bodies. Britney shivers in her sleep.

He gently makes his way up the stairs with her in his arms. He kicks the door ajar open and enters her bedroom. Justin stares down at her to make sure she was still asleep. She had her lips parted as she slept, and he had to fight back the urge to kiss her.

He walks to the bed slowly unable to remove his eyes from her face.

Fascination overtook him as her the short strands of her dark hair laid across her closed eyes. Her dark lipstick she was wearing made her look even more glamorous.

Justin lays her body on the bed, and waits for her arms to fall away from his neck. But she never lets him go. He then grabs her arms with both his hands and takes them off his neck. He places them on the bed on each side of her body.

He couldn't help himself…he needed to touch her.

His hands rub her arms softly, and he moves his hands down to hold both her hands. Justin's large fingers slip through hers. He feels her fingers squeezing his

"Justin…" he hears her voice calling him.

He kneels on the floor by her bed. Her face is close to his now, and he watches her eyes slowly open.

"What were you doing stalking me tonight?" Her voice is raspy.  She swallows hard and tries to keep her eyes open to look at him.

"I was not stalking you. I just happen to be there, and then I saw you…" he says in an irritated tone.

"I am not the same girl you used to know, Timberlake," she says with her eyes closed.

"Yeah…well I am not the same guy you used to know either," he starts to taps his fingers against the soft bed cushions.

She then cups his cheeks with both her hands and crashes his lips against hers. His eyes are wide open because he was not expecting this.

She is the first to slip her tongue into his mouth. He couldn't believe this was happening so he took advantage of this moment by sucking on her tongue and getting as close to the bed as possible.

She then pulls away and gives him a very strange look. She keeps her hands resting on each side of his face and begins to speak.

"Your kiss is still the same…still amazing" she smiles.

Britney presses her forehead against his. "You're still amazing too," He is breathless as he looks into her eyes.

She was drunk…. she didn't know what the hell she was doing but that didn't matter to him. He just wanted to be close to her.

"When did you decide to stop loving me?" he whispers.  He failed to keep the words to himself. 

"Justin…" she says with her eyes closed. He expects her to ask him to please leave, but then she opens her helpless eyes.

"What's wrong?" he was alarmed by her sudden expression.

"I think I am going to be sick…" she crawls off the bed quickly and races to the bathroom. Justin follows her frantic body.

He stands by the door way as she opens the toilet seat and hovers over it. She becomes shaky on her feet, so Justin quickly takes her in his arms and gently places her on her knees.

He pulls her hair back, and surrounds her waist in his arms to steady her. She coughs loudly with her body trembling as the alcohol is released from her system. Justin rubs her back softly as she fights to breath again. Britney collapses against him when she is done.

Her body feels incredibly weak. Justin flushes the toilet and helps her stand up.

She rests her body against his as she washes her mouth and face over the sink. Justin watches the water drip off her face, and lifts her slowly up. She places her bottom on top of the bathroom sink. She was now sitting in front of Justin. He then dries her face with the towel he was keeping in his hand.

"Better?" he ask. She is only able to nod her head slowly.

Britney places her arms out signaling for him to carry her again towards the bed. He can only laugh at her antics, but never complains as he picks her up in his arms again.

He will never get tired of carrying her in his arms.

His heart will never get tired of loving this girl.

I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

Justin places her carefully on the bed when he reaches it.

She then starts to remove her clothing in front of him. He stands there dumbfounded in front of her. He decides to stay looking at her. She takes off her blouse and slips of her pants. She lies on the bed with only a bra and thong on her body. She gets on her knees and crawls over to Justin. She pulls him on the bed with her. He has no choice but to kneel down on the bedspread across from her.

She starts to remove his shirt, and he lifts his arms up allowing her to slip the shirt completely off of him. She then reaches down to unbuckle his belt.

Half of him is completely engrossed with her actions while the other half is utterly shocked. Either way he hoped to spend the night in her arms.

She looks into his eyes when she unzips his jeans. He sits down on the bed to slip the jeans off. Justin was left in only boxers and a small smile on his face.

Britney places her hand on the back of his neck and plants a soft kiss on his chin. His arms go around her waist. They both freeze with their soft rapid breathing filling their ears. It has been so long since they were able to be this close to each other with only their skin pressed up against one another

She wasn't sure if she wanted to go any further. He could see the hesitance in her eyes.

"We don't…we don't have to do anything…if I can just hold you like this," he says with his face buried in her neck.

"Please don't push me away…please don't push me away," he whispers. He shuts his eyes tightly and kisses her ears.

He breathes her in, and lets his hands roam across her back. She gasps under his touch.

"Oh God…Just hold me," she breathes sharply in. He couldn't be anymore satisfied. Justin presses her body against his and starts to lay her on the bed.

She lies on the bed waiting for his arms to surround her again. When his body settles under the covers, he encloses her with his arms.

Britney's small frame curls up against him, and he starts to run his fingers through her short hair.   

She sleeps soundly in his arms, but he stays awake praying for another day with her by his side.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

"Do you think I will make a pretty bride?" she asks as she lays the pancakes down in front of him. He sips his orange juice down before speaking. 

"I think you will make a beautiful bride some day," Justin says giving her a big smile.

"Why do you ask?" he says cutting small pieces of the soft pancakes. He then stops chewing.

"You're not getting married are you?" he asks afraid of what she might say. This girl always seems to surprise him.

"No silly, I was just asking," she answers shrugging her shoulders. Her words relieved him. 

She smiles and watches him take another bite of the breakfast she fixed for him this morning. She waits for him to compliment on her cooking.

"Hmmm nothing but the best," he put another piece in his mouth and she laughs.

"I am glad you like it," she says sweetly.

"Um listen…I am not sure what the hell I did last night, but whatever I said…" he shakes his head and she stops talking.

"Nothing happen last night, Brit. You were drunk and I took you home…"

"And then we ended up half naked in bed…" she finishes for him. They both laugh slightly.

"You weren't feeling so good, so I stayed with you. Then I held you in my arms for the rest of the night," he says in a low voice. He wasn't sure how she was going to react to this. He picks off his plate from off the table and puts it in the sink.

"Oh you did huh? Well thank you for holding me last night then," she tells him. He winks at her and turns the faucet on.

"So you think I will make a good husband someday?" he decides to play her little game. She lets out a loud laugh causing him to raise his eyebrows.

"I am sure you will make a women very happy someday, Justin." She stares into his eyes. 'Why can't that happy women be you?' he says the words in his head. She knows what he is thinking. Him wanting to marry the girl beside him was nothing new to her.

"Did I really make you cry?" she suddenly asks.

"Excuse me?" Justin says not quite sure where she was going with this. She then comes closer towards him.

"Did you really cry yourself to sleep every night when we broke up?" her voice is soft.

"You already know the answer to that," he walks away feeling anger start to rise in him. She then grabs his shirt and moves in front of him again.

"Tell me… that you love me," the look in her eyes is intense. She is making it harder for him to breath. Justin didn't understand what she was trying to do, so he went along with her request.

"I love you," he says. He then sees a tear slide down her face. Justin wipes it always only to have more come crashing down her cheeks. He doesn't know why she is crying, but the image of her with those tear stained cheeks will be embedded in his mind forever. Through his eyes, she looked so beautiful and fragile.

If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

"I want to love you again," she whispers. Her bottom lip begins to tremble.

"Then what is stopping you? What the fuck do I need to do…" he continues to plead with her. Britney couldn't take it anymore. She grabs his face and crashes his lips against hers…silencing him.

He tries to comprehend what has just happened, but the girl in his arms is making him lose all his senses. Justin places both hands on her waist and lifts her up on the kitchen counter.

Britney grips the back of his neck with her hand to bring him closer to her lips. Their breathing starts to get heavy as the kiss between becomes more intimate. 

She unbuttons her blouse quickly and takes it off. His hands immediately go around her back to discard her bra. He takes his time slipping the straps off her shoulders.

His kisses move down to her neck as she struggles to take off his shirt. Within minutes they are both nude on the kitchen table.

"Make love to me," she whispers as her legs go around his waist. He could recognize the look in her eyes. It always completed him. With such delicacy he fulfills her request.

He may be making love to a stranger, but his heart didn't care. His body grew alive against hers. He knew every curve of her figure and every sensitive that made her scream in pleasure. They were lost in ecstasy and their mouth suddenly turns violent as they kiss.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

Justin's head rests against her breast. She is grasping his head with both her hands. They were fighting to catch their breath again. Britney can feel his sweaty scalp beneath her fingers. 

Justin's mouth is slightly open in utter disbelief on how amazing it felt a few minutes ago. He was still inside her, and they decided not to move because they didn't know if they will ever be able to feel this way again.

The sweat dripped of their bodies and unto the tile of the kitchen table they were laying on. She kisses his head gently and begins to squirm under him. He could tell that she was feeling discomfort, so he slowly slips away from her.

Britney stands up and starts to gather her loose clothing from off the floor. Justin stands there with his eyes studying her every move.

"Maybe you should go," she says with her back facing him.

Justin couldn't believe it. They were glowing and perfect just a few moments ago, and now she was letting it all go.

He could feel every thing in his body start to ache. He was angry, and he was ready to snap. His nostrils flared as he picks up the shirt off the floor. He puts on his jeans and passes her by as he reaches the door.

Justin couldn't look at her. He then felt her small hand grab him and he stops when she pulls on his arm.

"Justin I…" but he refuses to listen to her.

"I don't give a fuck anymore, Brit. You don't need to say anything…I am not going to force you into loving me again. I still love you and I can't change that…" His eyes are watery. He swallows hard before speaking again.

"I think it will be best if we don't see each other anymore because I can't stand being in the same room as you anymore. Heck you stopped loving me right? I guess eventually I'll get over you " he says with a bitter smirk on his face, but the tears on his face were now evident. He was breaking down. 

He walks away and her eyes widen in utter shock. She then hears the front door slam…he was gone.

She swallows hard and begins to clear the sink. Her throat cracks as tears start to race down her face again.

Britney then grabs an empty glass from the encounter and throws it against the tile walls. The glass shatters and the clash pierces her ears. The sharp pieces lay on the kitchen floor, but she doesn't bother to pick up her own mess.

She continues to cry instead. Her shaking body sits down on the chair he used to occupy.

Her crying face rests upon the table they were once making love on. Puddles of tears form on the smooth surface.

She cries for him. Confusion is everywhere around her because she couldn't understand how the feeling was still there.

Her love for him can never disappear. It remained untouched inside her for so long…until now.
  
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side

She is wearing her best outfit today. The dark locks on her head matches her makeup perfectly.

Britney knocks on his door. She tucks the hair behind her ear and waits patiently.

Justin answers the door with his sweat pants and a baggy shirt on. She stares down to see that he is barefooted.

"Did I come at a bad time?" she asks.

"No, what are you doing here?" he was still angry with her. Justin looks at her and waits for her to answer.

"I need to say a few things to you," she waits for his permission to go on.

He leans against the doorsill and says,  "Okay, I am not going anywhere." 

Britney looks into his eyes and forces the words out of her mouth.

"I miss you…" she takes a deep breath after she speaks. 

"I just refuse to notice it sometimes," she smiles gently trying to ease her nervousness.

"I don't want to stop seeing you…I don't want that. I acted horrible to you yesterday and I apologized. I just wasn't expecting to feel this way about you again after so long," she clenches her jaw as she crosses her arms.

She can't read his expression, and it starts to make her nervous.

"Britney, you aren't drunk again are you?" He gives her a suspicious look. His ears couldn't believe that she confessed that she had feelings for him…. and she apologized.

Her mouth drops as she punches him in the arm.

"No. I am not drunk…idiot," she grunts under her breath. She gives him a very annoyed look and makes it seems as if his rudeness is going to chase her away.

"Well I guess if you aren't going to take me seriously…" she starts to walk away, but he grabs the loop of her jeans and swings her to his chest.

"So when did you realize…that you still had feelings for me," Justin whispers in her ear as he shuts the front door and presses Britney's back against it.

"The moment I did this…" her lips found his. Justin's tongue clashed against hers. The taste of her lips was so sweet and smooth…he couldn't get enough.

"Can you stay for dinner?" he asks. He starts to kiss her jaw line giving her time to catch her breath. Britney closes her eyes as struggles to find her voice.

"Oh I can't…I am…recording" she takes a sharp in take of breath when he nibbled on the sensitive skin right above her ear.

"Then promise me you will come back to me when you're done," he kisses her lips once before pulling away. Their faces are flushed and her hands start to play with the collar of his shirt. Justin's hands grope the skin on her back.

"Okay…" she says. Britney kisses him again.

She pulls back and smiles up at him.

"I promise…" Her words make him smile.

"Will you be missing me this time?" Justin asks as he presses his face against her hair and breathes her scent in.

"Yes…" she replies. Britney scrapes her nails softly against the back of his neck. This causes him to moan softly against her hair.

"Will you be missing me?" she then asks.

"I always miss you," Justin says closing his eyes.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I