Love At First Sight

Chapter 4

Justin's POV

I wake up bright and early today. Demi and I are still in the same position, my hand still in her hair. I looked down at her and her hair was everywhere but it's still cute. Total bed head. I carefully get up and check my phone for any updates or notifications. I had some missed calls from my mom. I'll her back later. My manager sent me a text saying I need to go and do a soundcheck for my Believe Tour, just to go over some choreography and stuff He also said I shouldn't take too long. I replied to him that I'll be right there. 

"Demi...wake up.." I shook her slightly. She closed her eyes tight before opening them and cuddled into me even more. 

"Morning beautiful." I whispered to her.

"Morning handsome."

"I have to go do soundcheck for a while babe, you wanna stay at home or do you wanna come with me?" I asked her, seeing her sit up beside me more awake.

"Nah, being at home alone's boring without you to keep me company...I'd love to come, J" she smiled at me.

"Okay, great, Dems. Let's get ready, I don't want any complaints from my manager or anyone."

45 minutes later....

"DEMI?! COME ON I DON'T WANNA BE LATE, PLEASE HURRY UP!" I yelled from the bottom from the stairs. She's been up there for so long...what the heck is she doing?

"Okay, okay I'm done...let's go, let's go!" she said rushing down the stairs adjusting her high heels.

Demi likes to look presentable with her heels and her clothes, we're only going for a soundcheck and she's dressed up as if she's going to a party. I'm not too bothered about my presentation. I don't wear anything special for soundchecks. Just a plain hoodie with a snapback and hightops to match, and my chains.

I grab my keys, protectively held Demi's hand and rush off in the car avoiding the annoying paparrazzi and their stupid everyday questions. Demi and I  never answer them, we just get on with what we need to do.

We arrive at the arena where the soundcheck is held and we greet everyone there. I told Demi to go sit on one of the front row seats to watch me. 

I see my dancers are going through their routines and my manager comes up to me with the setlist of all the songs I'm performing. I read them and shout out to everyone through the microphone, "Okay, everyone I wanna do something from the acoustic set, how about...As Long As You Love Me? Fall? Beauty And A Beat? No, no I'll do Take You. It's one of my favourites." My manager nodded and dismissed all the dancers and got my guitarist on stage. I grabbed my guitar and sat on a stool in the middle of stage next to my fellow guitarist.. I strum the guitar just to get the tune right and then I start singing softly.

"Eh, what's the situation, oh whoa,

I'm just tryna make a little conversation, why the hesitation oh whoa,

Tell me what your name is, for your information..."

Demi's POV

Justin's vocals are amazing, oh my gosh...he puts so much emotion into what he sings and that makes it even more amazing. I love how into it he is. 

"....Baby, senorita, mon cherie, please be my little lady, my little lady..."

I could listen to him sing all day long and not get tired or sick of it, it's beautiful. I think he's starting to finish off the song now.

"...I can take you out, I can take you home, I can take you oh whoa, where you wanna go, I can pick it up, we could take it slow, I can take you home...eh, what's the situation, oh whoa, eh, what's the situation, oh whoa..." he strummed the last notes on the guitar and opened his eyes.

I had to give him a standing ovation, it would be rude not to.

"Justin, that was so cute! I loved it!" I told him. He took the guitar off, gave it to one of his dancers and sat on the front of the stage, near where I was sitting.

"Glad you liked it." he said kissing my lips. He turned to his manager and gave him a thumbs up. 

"I'm just need to go over some dance moves for one more song and then we getting going, okay, Dems?" Justin told me.

"Yeah sure, go for it, babe." 

"Thanks Dems." he high-fived me and went back to where the group of dancers were all standing. Boyfriend started playing and I watched all the dancers and Justin get into position.

While they were dancing, I started thinking to myself, "How am I gonna cope when he goes back on tour? He's had a big break for like two months and he's spent the majority of it with me and I'll feel strange not getting to see him everyday. Ah well, just have to suck it up and be independent Demi."

After about 2 hours of just sitting there looking at Justin move around the stage talking to people and dancing around like crazy, I take it upon myself to tell him that we should probably go before he starts overworking himself and getting too exhausted.

"Erm, Justin? Baby, I think we should start heading home now, you've been at it for like 2 hours and my butt is fast asleep. I don't want you to get too tired. Can we get a move on please?!" I had to shout at him because he was near the back of the stage.

"Okay, babe, I'm coming!" He said through the microphone. I watched say goodbye and hugging everyone before getting a towel and wiping his sweaty forehead. That boy works really hard. I saw him jump off the edge of the stage and catch up to me. "As soon I get home I'm having a shower, Dems." he said smiling at me. "

"Agreed." I said patting his back. "I could smell you from where I was sitting, it was disgusting..." I made a disgusted face and Justin looked at me shocked, I've never seen his eyes so wide.

"Aww, I'm just kidding, you're not that bad J, you're fine." I said laughing, ruffling his hair.

"Awww....no." Justin joked back. He gave me an evil smirk and I pinched his cheek. "Let's just get home before it gets too late, Demi." he added.