Stay With Me § BWWM JB

46 • Champagne Mami

"She would've told me...
she would have, right?"

Next Day
Aaliyah's POV

"Do I look cute?" I turn around in Justin's jacket as he's fixing his hair in the mirror hanging above the table near the door. It's about time for him to head down to the lobby because he has a flight to Fresno, although his show isn't until the next day

He glances at me through the glass and the corner of his lips lift up into the grin that makes my heart melt, "You look really good in my jacket."

"I'm keeping this," I reach my arms out and stretch. "It looks better on me and you know it!"

"You're right," he turns around on his heel and motions me closer with the curl of his index finger. For some reason whenever he does that it gets me feeling all tingly on the inside.

"Is this our goodbye hug?" I question as I step in front of him and wrap my arms around his torso.

"We don't do the goodbye thing, remember?" he kisses my forehead before dipping his head to my neck and nuzzling his nose against my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms because of the feel of his cool breath hitting me. "I just want a peaceful hug before we have to go out there with all the craziness."

"Oh, well this feels really good. You give the best hugs, you know?" I tighten my arms around him as if it's our last hug for a long time, which fortunately isn't since he has a few Cali shows before he's off on the road again.

"I've been told once or twice..."

"Shut up," I push him away with a laugh. He's always fitting lyrics into conversation. "You ready to go?"

"No, but I have to," his bottom lip pops out, only making me want to kiss him. "I hate being away from you," he grabs my hands and rubs his thumbs over mine.

"We won't be that far from each other until you go across the map and then to other countries," I try to lighten his somber mood. "You're going to have fun and I'll be forgotten."

"I'd never forget a beautiful woman like you, baby. No one could ever compare to you and I wouldn't want anyone else."

"Justin, stop it. You're going to make me all emo," I whine. Sometimes he talks like this and it gets me all in my feeling. It's like he thinks he's Drake or something.

"Emo?" he chuckles with the slight lift of his left eyebrow.

"Emotional. Get with it, grandpa," I joke as there's a knock on the door.

"You can only call me daddy," he lets go of one of my hands and grabs the strap of his backpack, pulling it over his shoulder.

"Time for daddy to go," I whisper into his ear as I go ahead of him and pull on the door handle, opening it up to see Scooter and Satan's offspring. "Morning."

"Morning, Aaliyah," Scooter greets me with a small smile. "It's time to go," he looks to Justin, who squeezes my hand as he can sense my aggravation stemming from Sam's presence.

"I'm ready," Justin sighs and we walk out of the room. As we head down the hall to the elevator, I stay by his side to prevent myself from snatching the hair off of Sam's head. Even when she isn't talking, I want to strangle her because just knowing that she's there makes me angry.

"Aaliyah, I'd like to say something," Sam starts as the elevator doors open, us piling in quickly.

"Please," Justin cuts in before I'm able to reply. He knows that I will drag her to the pits of hell just with my words. "Don't."