A Love Like Ours

Epilogue

"What? Wait," I paused, squinting my eyes as I tried to absorb the confusion inside of my head, "what?"

Groaning, Justin hooked an arm around my shoulders before allowing his eyes to wander around the whole crowded place as he pulled me into his body, making me do the exact same thing just in case. "Remember I told you I had been busy filming stuff back in the studio a couple days ago?"

"Um," I blinked twice, still staring up at his flawless face, "yeah?"

"And remember the meeting where the crew, and video, movie directors were there talking about the shooting of an upcoming movie?" Times like that made me feel stupid because I was so confused that he had to carry on elaborating further even though I knew his patience was running thin.

Like now.

"Yes. . .?"

"Yeah, well? We just finished filming a part of the movie," he chuckled, pulling me into his arms as I slowly absorbed the words that he had just said. "And it was so fun."

"So. . ." I trailed off, furrowing my eyebrows as I threw my arms around his torso, nuzzling my face deeper into his shoulder. "Wait. . . I'm going to be in it?!" What, what, what, what fricking what! "Oh, my God."

"I thought you'd never figure that out, slow poke," he whispered in my ear slowly, before blowing out air, making me shriek quietly at the sudden breeze. Pulling back, I dragged my brown eyes up to look at his very own badass brown ones.

"But I'm going to look ugly, and stupid, and fat in it because I didn't even dress up my best today," I didn't want to sulk, but I really couldn't help pouting slightly at how much I'm going to embarrass him in the movie. "Can you please not include that in the mov—"

"Not again," he grumbled, knowing where our conversation was going to lead to once again. This clearly wasn't the first time it has happened. Pressing his palm on the base of my neck, he pressed his forehead onto mine as I started falling deeply into hypnosis by his dead serious eyes.

"Juliet, you're so fucking beautiful that you look perfect in whatever you wear, even if it's sweats and what not, okay? Don't you dare tell yourself different, because you don't see what I do, okay? Hell, I can even start saying the effects you have on me because of your beauty—"

Oh, my gosh, whenever he says that I just can't help shutting him up by slapping my palm over his mouth. "Don't you dare do that again, it's already nearing evening and we're still standing in the middle of nowhere probably with passerbys staring at us because Justin Bieber is right here."

Chuckling, he swatted my hand away before grinning widely. "Fine, then we shall make a deal—don't you dare do this again, or imply on anything and don't you even dare allow any kind of thought like this to fill your head, you hear me?"

"Yes, father," I rolled my eyes playfully, dragging him forward. "Can we go and walk down the streets and see stuff now?"

Wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we walked towards the opposite direction of where the wind was blowing, I accidentally giggled slightly loudly when Justin complained that his hair was being messed up, roughly blown behind his head. 

"Here comes Justin Vain Bieber."