Being Mrs. Bieber {Sequel To OJT} {In Process of Being Edited}

Chapter 5

- Katy -

*A few days later*

"Katy come on, we're going to miss the plane!" Justin shouted to me.

"Don't rush me!" I yelled back, shoving any and everything I see into my third suitcase.

"Katelyn Mariiiiie!" he shouted, in a whine, almost.

I sighed.  "Justin Dreeeew!" I replied, imitating him.  "Stop it!"  I quickly looked around the room, my head in frenzy mode because of my impatient husband.

Today is the day we leave for the Believe Tour.  Everything has been so hectic yesterday and today, and I know it's not going to get better anytime soon.  Everyone has been so stressed.  Justin is freaking out about the tour, honestly.  I have never seen him so nervous, so it's sort of scary for me.  He says he's fine, but at the last rehearsal yesterday, I could tell he was pushing extra hard to be perfect, and he was so nervous about it.  (I was there for the last rehearsal because it's sort of special, you know.)

I zipped up my third and final suitcase and started to roll it out of the room.  I looked back at the bedroom, our bedroom, that I probably won't see again for ages.  I smiled and blushed a little as memories came back into my mind.

"Goodbye," I whispered as I rolled my suitcase out and closed the door.  Now the next thing I have to tackle; stairs, with this huge ass suitcase.  I'm not even going to bother calling for Justin, because I know he is probably already outside in the car.  Like he couldn't have waited another minute?  Now my pregnant self has to carry this big thing down the stairs.

I picked the suitcase up and let out a groan.  Honestly, I don't understand how this thing is so heavy.  This one just has clothes in it.  I started to wobble down the stairs, praying I wouldn't topple over with this thing.  I stopped mid-way to catch my breath.  I shouldn't be out of breath this quickly though?  Pregnancy thing, maybe?  Ugh, I'm so NOT looking forward to being moody and all the wonderful stuff that comes with being pregnant again.  Oh well.

I managed to make it down the stairs without dying.  That's a good thing.  Now to go scold my husband for being impatient.  I pulled the handle back up on the suitcase and rolled it outside to the limo awaiting us.  "Justin Drew Bieber!" I shouted to the guy who is just simply standing outside of the limo.  That makes me even more pissed off.  He wasn't even IN the limo!

"Finally," he said as he took my suitcase and put it in the back of the limo.

"Oh no, don't 'finally' me," I sternly said.  "I had to carry that heavy thing down the stairs because you were too impatient to wait for me!" I yelled.

He looked at me in shock.  "Babe, you could have just called for me," he replied.

"Called for you?! You're all the way outside, I doubt you would have been able to hear me!" I shouted.

"Then you could have came outside and told me you needed me!" he said, trying to stay calm, which just pissed me off more, honestly.  I don't know why but it did.

"You are making every damn excuse! Why couldn't you just wait for me?!" I screamed.

"I, I don't know, I'm sorry!" he yelled practically.

I said nothing.  I stormed into the car, slamming the door in the process.  Justin got in a couple seconds later.  "We're good," he said to the driver.

"Not really," I mumbled.

He must have heard me because the one light in the limo flickered on and he was looking at me.  "Katy..." he whispered as he tried to take my hands.