50 shades of bieber

Arrival

After numerous hours in the air, we arrived at the Charles de Gauelle Airport at around 10 am. As soon as left the terminal, a group of Justin's fans waited for him. There was around 24 girls and boys hovering Justin and for around 10 minutes I sat on my phone in a waiting area. I didn't mind it at all really, I know how much they mean to him and after all, I'm the one who's going to have him all to myself for 3 weeks. Well, at least I hope.
Paris is so beautiful! I've never seen such a gorgeous place in person. When Justin and I arrived to where we will be staying my jaw practically dropped. We were staying at a hotel but out room looked like a house. It looked like I had just walked into a paris version of Blair Waldorf's apartment.
"Do you like it?" Justin asked coyly.
"This, is amazing.." I gasped.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. We looked outside from our balcony and basked in the view.
"Look how close we are to the Eiffel Tower!" I cheered.
He rested his chin on the crook of my neck and kissed my jaw, rocking me softly. "Do you see this railing, when it gets dark, I'm going to fuck the most beautiful girl overlooking one of the most beautiful views."
I spun myself around to face him and planted a kiss on his moist lips. My lips still entangled with his he walked us backwards back into the room.
"So, what do you want to do first," he asked softly.
"Hmm, you mean other than you? I'm not sure. What do you suggest?" I said with soft words.
"Get dressed, I know the perfect spot as a first stop," he said releasing me heading upstairs.
In the parlor we were in, had half chateau wallpaper and half mirror. I looked at myself and realized I was still wearing spandex, no makeup, and messy braids. I quickly trailed Justin and unpacked my things to find an outfit to wear. I decided white ripped jeans, pink strappy heels, and a mock grey knitt turtle neck would be suffice. Justin wore a pink holey t-shirt with an olive green one layered underneath, white pants and white shoes. He tied the look together with a hat and sunglasses so I decided to bring along my glasses as well.
      "So, where are we going?" I said looking through the tinted windows of his car.
      "It's a surprise," he said with a boyish smile.
      I wonder where we're going. My excitement begins to take over making me try hardly to not show it. So I wouldn't see he had his phone gps where to go without sound. Hmm, so sneaky.
      When we finally arrived I almost fainted. We were at the Louvre. One of the most top places I've ever wanted to go. I love art, I'd get married in an art museum. I can't believe he did this. As my eyes widen, he watched and waited for my response to our location. A grin plastered on my face as I grabbed his arm saying "Oh my God." I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over to Justin, grabbed his face and gave him quick staccato kisses. His face beamed and his lips twitched into a wide smile. He looked like a child opening presents on Christmas morning. He parked the car and helped me out. Walking hand in hand, we walked first into the glass pyramid. As soon as I walked in, I melted in awe.
      We walked into the first corridor of paintings and I felt like I was about to have a panic attack.
      "This is amazing!" I sighed.
      "Are you happy?" he asked smiling.
      "I don't think I ever have been this happy,"
      He reached forward and cupped my face with his right hand, "Good, that was the plan."
      We finally got to the infamous Mona Lisa painting. My heart flew out of my little art loving chest. I looked at Justin studying the painting.
       "Stand as close as you can to it," he said pulling out his phone.
       I walked over and stood beside the painting. He propped his phone and took a picture. "I can't decide which is the work of art."
        I gave him a playful shove and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.
       "I love you," I said throwing my arms over his shoulders.
       "And I love you," he whispered hugging me tight.
       We continued on and approached the revived my angles kiss sculpture. I grabbed Justin and pointed at the sculpture with my phone on my hand. He posed underneath with his fingers framing his chin and looked up.
      "It looks great," I chuckled.
      I scrolled the the picture and set it as my lock screen, I hope he doesn't think this is too cliché. When I look up from my screen I she Justin giving flirtatious smiles at a woman across the room. I squint at the woman and see a 20 something year old blonde bitting her lip.
      Angry, I walk away from him and walk into an empty corridor of small sculptures and paintings. I crossed my arms and squeezed my eyes shut. Why am I so surprised? A minute later Justin comes running into the room frantic.
       "Where did you go?" he asked out of breath.
       "Thought I'd give you time to get to know that blonde better," I snorted.