'Fall' (Justin Bieber love story)*completed*

Chapter forty one

RYLIE'S P.O.V

"Rylie? Come here love..." I heard Justin from the other room. "Yes?" I asked, he was sat on the floor, looking through old photos. "Look how cute we looked..." He handed he an old photo, of when we were about 10, we were always running around and climbing trees. "Oh yeh haha, why are you going through them?" He never does this unless he's missing something. "I just wanted to look at some stuff is that so bad?" He chuckled. "Do you miss being normal?" The room fell silent. "All the time... Being able to walk down the street without people following you, being able to do anything with my wife to be without having everyone know about it..." A single year slid down his face. "Oh Justin, you understand why you can't be normal right?" "Yeh I know, I have so many responsibilities, I just.... Want it to stop for a day or something you know?" And then it hit me. I can make this happen. "Baby, I'm here if you need someone okay? I love you but I got to go sort some stuff out okay?" He nodded kissing my cheek before I headed down the stairs. "Scooter.!!!" I screamed. He came running out the front room. "What?" His chest mooing quickly. "I need a favour..." He gave me a confused look. I never ever go to him unless it's urgent. "Come in here..." He pulled me into the kitchen. "Look, Justin feels like being normal so, I was thinking, if we confiscate his phone and stop him from going on twitter, we could send off a tweet asking fans to give Justin a normal week. Phone the press and get them to stop for a week, get it on the news. Ill distract him, like.. Get him to make collages with our old photos and once it's done, ill take him shopping and hopefully everyone will leave him alone?" His face lit up with y idea. "Your a genius, he's lucky to have you." I smiled." Okay let's go.." Scooter ran off to pattie telling her to take Justin's phone, and his laptop, IPad, an shit stopping him from going on twitter, I then logged on sending out a tweet while Scooter phoned people. "Justin, wanna make a collage of these photos?" He nodded, pretty pissed off at the fact he didn't have his phone. "Cheer up... Seriously, it's not a bad thing.." He chuckled, we got all our old photos and stuck them on a board. "Looks great, wanna stick stickers on and stuff? While I go see how everyone is?" "Sure baby.." I quickly ran downstairs making sure everything was done. Everyone agreed to do it. "Justin! Come shopping with me?" I shouted up the stairs. "Finally air!!" He shouted back. He ran downstairs and headed outside. "Wait, don't we need Kenny?" I shook my head. "But..." "You'll be okay I promise..." 

JUSTIN'S P.O.V

My mum took my phone and everything away and Rylie's been acting weird. "Babe everyone's ignoring me, what's going on?" I'm not use to this. "They're making you feel like a normal person for a week..". She smiled. "What? Who?" She smirked. "I love you..." I said kissing her cheek. She organised this for me, all of it. It was nice beig normal, finally. It's weird though, without having to push through people all the time, all this for a whole week? I can't believe she's done this. "So costa?" She asked, cupping my face. "Sure.." I shrugged. I had a whole week to do whatever I want. Without having to worry. What to do? "Can I have 2 lattes please?" I asked the lady at the conter. "Of course, $1.45 please?" I gave her the money. "Keep the change.." It was nice to finally sit down and spend time with Rylie. "So you liking being normal?" She asked, rubbing my hand on the table. "It's strange but, amazing.." She chuckled. "How was I ever so lucky to get you? You did this..." I asked her. "I dunno..." She blushed. I love it when she does that. "Urm justin bieber?" I turned to see a young girl, holding a piece of paper. "Yeh?" I asked, this kinda annoyed me but I didn't care. "Could you sign this ?" I nodded and signed her paper. She smiled and walked off. "Didn't that annoy you?" Rylie asked. "Nope. She's young so.. She didn't know any better. I don't mind my fans, its the papz I hate the most...."