Don't Leave We Are Meant To Be (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Part 48 Ellie's P.O.V:

Ellie's P.O.V:

"Never grow up." I finished singing.

It was such an amazing experience to be able to be in a real recording studio, let alone being able to record myself in it. I wasn't even that nervous. I really wasn't. It feels like you're in your own world once you put those headphones on. I did notice Justin trying to sneakily hold up his phone taking pictures I bet. He had his 'I'm up to no good' smile across his face. I mean I honestly don't mind it. Not to sound cocky or self-absorbent, but I love taking pictures; both being behind the camera and in front of it. I don't disagree when people tell me I can't take a bad picture, but I'm not the one who said it.

I take my guitar off of my shoulder and place on the stand.

"Ellie, that was great! Fantastic job babe!" Justin tells me.

I blush slightly just because I blush at everything even a simple non-flirty compliment. I mouth 'thank you' to him and smile as I take the headphones off, which are purple beat. I swear he spoils me way too much. I start walking towards the door and see Justin jump up and rush over to open it for mw like a gentleman. He flashes me his sweet smile as he pulls me into a hug.

He whispers in my ear giving me goose bumps as his warm breath hits my ear, "You did amazing. They loved you!"

I smile, "Thanks baby. So... I can have my phone back now right?" I do my innocent smile I use when I want something. Some people use puppy eyes and pouty lip but for me this works better.

He smirks, "I guess. But only if you give me a kiss." I laugh and roll my eyes. I give him a quick peck as I reach towards his back pocket almost having a full grip on my phone but he holds my arm and pushing it back shaking his head.

"Hey now, I know everyone loves Walter, my butt, that doesn't mean you can go ahead and touch it all you want..." He gives a look telling me he's embarrassing me on purpose. I blush and give him my sarcastic smile.

"You're so funny Justin...." I say tickling his side making him let go of my arm.

"Whoa! I don't think so." He laughs. "Oh and that definitely was not the kiss I was talking about missy."

Great... I can see clearly where this is heading. "Justin, I'd rather not do this in front of..." I point my eyes towards Scooter and all the other guys. I smile hoping he'll just let it go and let me have my damn phone back.

"We won't look we promise! We'll cover our eyes!" I hear Scooter say laughing as I see all the big recording record company owners cover their eyes like little kids.

I sigh giving in, "Fine." I start to lean in when all of a sudden Justin pulls me super close to him. I gasp, smiling as Justin pushes his lips harder against mine, making it a little more passionate of a kiss. Justin put on hand on my cheek and the other on my waist as I put my hands on his chest. I feel his hand slide down to my waist and towards my back as I snake my arms around his neck. His hands travel down a little more south. He's literally just holding my butt in his hands, which took me by surprise at first. He tries to deepen the kiss by licking my bottom lip, whatever that means, but I don't let it go any further for I start to hear whistling. I guess I forgot that those professional guys were still in the room. I pull back abruptly and start blushing like a madman. I look at Justin and he's smiling.

"That's better. We'll work on it." He winks at me as he finally hands me my beloved cellular device.

I smile shaking my head laughing, "I'm sure we will." I glance over my shoulder at him as I walk over and take a seat on the little couch in the room. Justin comes and sits next to me just staring at me face.

I look at him confused, "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Yeah, right...here." He pokes my nose. "It's called beauty."

I felt like my heart just melted. He's so smooth. I laugh and slightly pinch his cheek as he laughs turning his head away.

"Justin, we need to talk." Justin's face fills with confusion but nods. "Out here please." He hesitantly stands up and gives me a quick kiss before leaving. He walks out as I am awkwardly just sitting there all by myself.

I check my phone and have like million notifications from Twitter, Intagram, YouTube and even Viddy! What did Justin do now? I look and see tons of pictures and mini videos all posted on Justin's profiles with me tagged. I start with Twitter.

I reply to the picture he posted, "Look who's being paparazzi now ;) But I love it babe <3." I continue and comment and reply on everything else trying to just kill time.

After about 5 or 10 minutes later Justin walks back in with a different type of look on his face. I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It was a cross between stressed out, pissed off and just simply worried. He plops down next to me running his hand through his hair.

I put my hand on his thigh, "Bieber, what's wrong baby?"

He takes in a deep breath and exhales and straightforwardly, "Well, someone is trying to start, or has already started, making my life a living hell by telling everyone and the whole damn world all lies about me."

I try to hide my shock. I was not expecting that answer, "Who?"

He looks straight into my eyes and sadly but angrily says, "The lovely Selena Gomez."

My eyes grow big and my jaw drops down into my lap. What is she starting now? I should have known this so called 'perfect' dream life of mine that's becoming a reality would come to an end. It always seems to happen that way.