A Love Like Ours

Chapter Twelve

Five months later. . .

"Justin! Who's that girl?"

"Justin, are you two dating?"

"Justin! Answer the questions!"

"You know what they can actually do?" Justin grumbled, tightening his grip on my hand as we carried on walking down the street on Times Square. "They can actually fuck off and get an actual life that doesn't require stalking famous people, for fuck's sake."

"Justin," I began in amusement, "how is it that I'm taking this easier than you? Come on, babe. This isn't so bad, at least I'm here with you and, well, let's just say I'm better at ignoring things than you are."

"Just so you know, that didn't help one bit," he grumbled, very attractively might I say, but this time managing to crack me a smile when I raised an eyebrow, telling him not to mess with me because shit would honestly get real in the middle of this place.

"But you're impulsive and that makes you sexy so I'd rather you be mad when you're alone and not do it when you're with me, got it?" I fired at him, being oblivious to the bright lights flashing behind us. Well, better they snapped pictures of our asses than our faces, right? Hmm.

"And you're feisty and that makes you sexy so I'd rather you be mad when you're with me and not do it when you're alone, got it?" He fired back at me, twisting my words here and there but successful at making giggle slightly.

"Yes, that's a deal."

"Then fine, the deal is sealed."

"So. . ." I  began easily, making sure we didn't stop talking because honestly, I just wanted to hear his voice forever. Like the huskiness behind his voice constantly made me feel all tingly on the inside. "This is your way of making the both of us go public, right?"

"Babyyyy," he drawled on the word for more than five seconds, "I thought we were already over this talk!"

I giggled again, this time reaching for his hair with my other hand just to mess it up, knowing it would frustrate him, yet weaken him because he wouldn't dare to retaliate back in public. "Shut up! I just wanted to know."

He fixed his hair with a growl before turning to look at me with his eyes narrowed down to slits in a playful manner. "That was not cool. So not cool. And no, I won't shut up because you just messed up my hair and you no longer have the right to tell me what to do."

"Oh," I breathed out incredulously, "you did not just go there."

"Wha--" The moment I freed my hand from his, his eyes broadened knowing what I had in mind, and what I could do. Well, yeah, just what you think. I quickly tangled my fingers in his hair and ruffled them together for a good few seconds before letting go, picking up my walking pace to escape.

Normally he wouldn't give two damns if I pushed the limit anymore, so even if we were in public and he was The Justin Bieber bullshit thing, he'd take revenge on me.

"Juliet, you're gonna get back here right now!" I heard him yell behind all the people I've already ran past, making me crack up laughing as I continued squeezing my way through the other people to get away quicker.

Everything was slowly becoming blurry to my vision but nonetheless I kept up with running because there's no way I'll just stop in the middle of nowhere and let him capture me, now, where would the fun in that be, hm?

Three steps; my head began spinning. Two steps; my legs began hurting. One step; and I couldn't run anymore. It was a gradual thing, anyway. I've never been good at running in life, and most of the time, even if I sound like the winner, Justin always manages to catch me before I could fall.

Speaking of the devil--the moment a pair of muscular arms secured themselves around me from the  back, I know it was Justin also through his strong scent. I laughed when he pecked me quickly on the cheek and whirled me around to face him.

"Are you feeling okay?" He questioned with a hint of concern in his voice, making me beam brightly at him. 

"No problem."

"Good," he paused.

"Why do I sense that you're up to something?" My eyes narrowed at him. Seeing specks of flashes behind him, I began tugging on his arm. "We should probably get going, the dogarazzi are catching up with us."

"Then let them do it," Justin nonchalantly stated, lifting his shoulders and dropping them for a shrug. I could feel my eyebrows furrowing by the second as I kept my gaze intensely on his. Is it just me or am I hearing things?

"Wait a second. . . what did you just--"

"Let them surround me, you--us. Let them do just that and let me show the world how much I really love you through them, and then let them know just how much I desperately want to show you off tonight."

When the flash lights began burning my eyes, I winced slightly and Justin took it as the only opportunity to tighten his grip on my waist and literally slide me down just to kiss me. Needless to say passersby stopped to stare at us in awe and those idiots with cameras went the extra mile and got crazy with all the snaps. 

And although I was practically scared out of my wits, I had to say I liked it more than I expected myself to.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, he lifted me back onto my feet and pulled away when I just about wanted to do so to catch my breath. I raised my eyebrows at him when he shot me his very own signature cheeky grin.

"Great job, you two!" Jon, Justin's movie director exclaimed with the broadest smile on his face ever as he walked up to me. "It was a very great shot."

"Shot? What shot?" I inquired, knitting my eyebrows tightly together as confusion started consuming me. "What are you talking about? What's going on?"

"I presume Justin hasn't told you what the hell that was all about," Jon kissed his teeth and slowly backed away, eyeing Justin. "Good luck, my man. I'll catch you some other time, Juliet." And with that, he began striding away with his huge ass professional camera in his hand.

I turned to Justin and swiftly crossed my arms over my chest with my meanest look in the history of all my facial expressions. "Now, mind explaining to me what the hell that was all about?"

Justin gritted his teeth and stretched his mouth open slightly in awkwardness. He hissed lowly. "Welcome to the shooting of my very next movie, wifey."