Catching Feelings

42

"I'm so tired J... I whine as I drop my carryon on the floor and kick my shoes off.

He drops his backpack and fixes me with an 'are you kidding me' stare. "I told you to sleep on the plane, jet lag is a bitch."

We've just arrived in Dublin straight from our amazing week-long vacation in the Caribbean. I'm exhausted. I couldn't sleep on the plane at all for some reason. I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay awake for Justin's show this evening.

"I was too excited. You know I've never been to Europe." I say looking out the window of our hotel at the Ritz.

He appears beside me looking at the view as well. "I know, it'll take some time but you'll adapt. It's going to be a crazy three months." He slides his hand up and down my back. "I'm glad you're with me though."

I smile and kiss him on the cheek. "Me too."

I make my way over to the couch and plop down. We have a few hours before we have to be at the arena maybe I can get a little nap in but it's doubtful. Justin grabs a bag of chips out of his backpack, sits down on the tan leather chair opposite me and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. I lay my head down on the little brown throw pillow beside me. "Are we doing anything after tonights show or just coming back here?"

He crunches a chip loudly with wide eyes then laughs a little because he knows how much it annoys me. I fix him with a glare. "It's so easy to get a rise out of you, you know that?"

I roll my eyes and smile. "Anyway..."

"Yea tonight..." He throws his leg over the arm of the chair. "So I guess they reserved VIP sections in two clubs somewhere around here." He pops another chip in his mouth. "Supposed to be some dope clubs" He shrugs a little. "We'll see though..at least I can legally drink here."

I grin. "Ooooh yea..I forgot you're legal here..that makes things easier." Not that it really matters anyway, he pretty much does what he wants wherever he is.
"I need to wake up J, I'm so tired..Oh wait I have a Red Bull in my bag!" I jump up and quickly make my way across the room to my bag.

He gets a phone call while I'm pulling out the can. "Thank god for this..." I mutter to myself while popping it open. He disappears off into the bedroom and I sit down at the table in the kitchen area of our room. I hope I'm able to stay awake tonight so we can go out. I don't want to be so tired that I can't go out. I really wish we had some of those magical little pills. I haven't stopped thinking about them since we had so much fun that one night while we were on vacation. I haven't said anything to him about it though but I can easily see how he would want to take those all the time. They make everything seem so fabulous. It's like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. The world and everyone in it is so beautiful when you're on those things and the sex. I shake my head a little, now that is the most amazing, intense thing ever. I sigh at the thought but am thankful he seems to not be thinking about them anymore. I mean if he really had a problem he would've been jonesing for them while we were on vacation but he's been fine. I guess I was overreacting a little.

He makes his way back out of the bedroom and sits down beside me at the table. "Who was that?"

He shrugs. "Just Fredo, he had to ask me a couple questions and told me we have to be at the arena in less than an hour."

I lean my head back then slump forward. "This shit hasn't kicked in yet. I'm still so tired."

He kisses me on the forehead then pulls me out of my chair. "Wake up girl. We ain't got time for that!" He laughs then pulls his hoodie on that he had tossed on the back of the chair earlier.