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6~London madness

The next day you wake up, Laying around in a king-size bed is something that is fast to feel lonely and cold. After rolling around  a wee bit you strip out of bed and wander around the suite in an attempt to find him or a tiny note telling you what he's up to and when he's coming back. Nothing is to be found, so you hop in the shower, you're skin is somewhat sticky from yesterdays steamy evening activities. You're sensing a weird pressure coming from your head, usually you feel like this when you slept in to an extreme but as you step out the shower the clock hanging on the wall tells you that it's 7:35 in the morning. "Timezones, man." You mumble to yourself. 

Wearing a bathrobe from the hotel you turn on the TV but instead of sitting down on the more than comfortable appearing couch you peek out the door and meet Billy, one of the security guards, standing right at the door. "Good morning Miss Batts," He goes formal, yet warm and kind. 

"Please, Bill, call me Kalsey," You urge susurrant.

"Is there something I can do for you, Kalsey?"His courtesy is sort of confusing to you, considering his intimidating appearance you'd think he was mean let alone scary. 

"Yeah, there's something you can do for me. Can you tell me where Justin went?" 

"Sure, Scooter and him are having a talk with the hotel management, he'll be back in a minute." 

"What, why," You wonder being cut off by him.

"I'm sure he's gonna tell you all the details once he's back." 

"Uh, yeah right, thank you, Bill." You end the conversation by disappearing through the door.

You try not to wonder too much about what's going on, also you're way too busy wandering through a yet unexplored forest of TV channels. Zapping through the endless program of sitcoms and 'Good Morning' shows, however one of these morning news shows catches your attention.  You listen a little harder as they start talking about 'The Claridges Hotel London' which is the hotel you're staying at. Next thing you see is a video clip, filmed by someone who's standing on the street, behind him a rather big crowd of people, mostly girls in their teens. 

"All these teenagers are waiting for one particular person to exit through one of doors, you aren't able to see right now, but their somewhere behind us,"The man has to raise his voice in order for the people sitting in front of the TV to understand a word he's saying. He goes on to say:" This particular man is no other than Justin Bieber, we aren't sure if he's here for private reasons or to promote his new album or the single that's dropping todyyou look at Jbut something we know for sure is that these people you see right behind me can't wait to meet him."

Shocked you look at Justin storming in the room. "What's going on?" You rush off the couch.

"Well, they're a whole lotta people waiting for me, the police is on it's way to make sure no on gets hurt and to maybe get them to calm down and leave." He seems wroughtful, which is relatable.

"Fuck, how do the heck do they know where you're staying?" 

"I don't know how they do it but their pretty quick finding out where to find me." 

"That's fucking scary, what about your interviews and meetings today?" 

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'm used to it. I'm more concernd about you right now, you also have to leave for meetings today, don't you?" He's standing right in front of you now, his eyes are filled with anxiousness. 

"They don't care about me, babe, they're gonna eat you alive as soon as you step outside." You're trying to keep your voice low and even.

"There are thousands of pictures of us hanging out in public, hugging, even kissing. Trust me, every single one of them googled your name before, at least once." He points out