Make You Mine [A Justin Bieber Love Story]

Chapter Eight

Mood: as if I’m up in the clouds (the happy way)

Place: In Justin’s arms

I woke up to Justin snoring.  I sat up and stared at him.  I motioned my hand through his soft, short, buzzed hair.  He moved a bit and his eyes fluttered open.  I smiled at him and he kissed me.  I deepened the kiss and he got on top of me.

“Justin…not…right…now” He got off me.

“Sorry…”  He brought me closer to him as he turned on the TV.

“It’s okay…” He turned on MTV and I rested on his chest.  I could hear his heartbeat.

We watched AWKWARD until the bus made a sound that we knew wasn’t right.  We walked out and saw that we were at our first stop.  Metz, Paris. 

He holds my hand as we gather our luggage.  We walk into a hotel and Justin puts on some shades and a hoodie on.   We went up to our rooms.  Justin and the guys share a room. Justin sent me a text right before I was going to take a shower. 

J- Hey beautiful.

Me- Well, hi there.

J- What r u doing tonite?

Me- Don’t know. You?

J- Whatever your doing (;

Oh Justin…Such a flirt

Me- (: your so cute. kk be @ your room in a few?

J- sounds good to me

I quickly took a shower and changed.

I knocked on Justin’s room and Ryan answered the door.

Why does the world like to pick on me??

“Hey…Is Justin here?”

“Yeah…come in.”  His eyes showed no emotion.

“Thanks” I close the door behind me.  Ryan leaves me to myself.

“Jay!” Justin’s voice makes me jump a bit.

“You scared me!” I smacked his arm lightly, which made him say sorry.  He grabbed my waist and brought me closer to him.

“So what to do?” He asked

“We are in Europe you know!”

“I know.  So…”

“So?” I asked

“I was invited to a red carpet event…Care to join me?”

“It would be my honor.” I smiled.

He kissed me on the lips and I pulled away slowly, wishing that that moment would never end.

“It starts in about an hour, though.  Will we have enough time?”

“Yeah! I’ll go and change, just knock when you want to come in…Bye Justin.” I kissed his cheek and went out the door. 

Surprisingly, Pattie was right about to knock on my door.  She was holding a box.

“Hey Pattie!”

“Oh Jessica! This is for you! It came from the lobby and they said it was mail for you… Here you go! Night Jay!”

Then she left leaving me with a huge box. I rushed into my room and opened the box to find this fabulous dress, and a card.

To my girl,