Never Let You Go - A Justin Bieber Love Story.

Chapter 24.

Katies's POV:

"Katie, I think we should talk." Justin sighed, and lead me to the couch.

I'm so glad the whole 'I love you' thing has blown over. Well, at least in the 5 minutes I've been here.

"I think we should break up, you're moving to fast for me." I blinked rapidly as I waited for the worst. "I just... I don't love you."

"No, no, no" I kept repeating over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes" I heard a familiar girl voice say.

Then suddenly Justin disappeared along with the couch, and the walls, all I see is darkness.

"Katie, you got to wake up, we're landing."

Wake up!? I opened my eyes and we were on the plane, Justin hadn't broke up with me. Well, yet anyways.

"Lesly, I had the worst dream."

Lesly rolled her eyes and clasped her hands together over her heart.

"Oh,Justin, no, please don't breaak up with me no, no,no!' Yeah, I heard." I sighed and looked away. "Katie, don't you worry about a thing Justin isn't going to break up with you I bet my life on it."

"I wouldn't go that far."

We exited the plane, and we got our luggage. When we were about to leave the airport we were tackled.

By our families.

"Sweetie! Oh, we missed you so much, we've been looking for you for ages!" my mom said.

"Sorry, mom, we thought Amy was driving us home."

I hugged her, and looked around.

"Where's Justin?"

"He didn't come, he said he was doing something."

Doing something? More important then coming here? To greet his girlfriend?

"Oh uh, yeah, okay"

"So, we are going out to dinner to celebrate the homecoming of you all, who want's Italian?" She announced to the crowd.

I couldn't go out to eat, honestly I wanted to go home and cry.

"Um, mom, can you drive me home? I'm not feeling to well."

I could see she was disappointed, but quickly changed the expression on her face.

"Okay, Sweetheart."

She drove me home, then she said she was going to go to dinner with the others. I kissed her cheek and walked up to my house. Ahhh, home sweet home.I reached to unlock the door, but someone beat me to it. From the inside.

"Ahh, you must ve Katie, no?"

Said a boy's voice with a terrible French accent. Then the boy walked into view and it was Christian Beadles.

"Christian what are you doing in my house?" I question, then looked at what he was wearing and laughed. "And why are you wearing that?"

He was wearing a black tux, with a white washcloth over one arm, with a mustache drawn on his face with the swirly circles at the end.

"Zis iz my uniform, zis izn't fonny. Now if you vill stop laughing, I vill lead you to your zabel,"

I bit back my laughter and followed. My table? I followed until we came to the dining room, the door was closed which was weird because it was never closed. Christian opened the door, and there was Justin, sitting there in what I recall what he wore to the Grammy's, looking perfect. He saw me and stood up fast. Maybe he hadn't heard me say I love you. I mean we were breaking up anyway the reception was terrible. Maybe he decided not to say anything about it. But right now he wasn't saying anything at all. He scratched the back of his head which he always did when he was nervous. Christian lead me to my chair and I sat down. He walked behind Justin and nudged him, giving him a look.