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

chapter fifty one

RYLIE'S P.O.V

Once me and pattie finally found a venue we started talking wedding dresses. Of course I chose Pattie to be my maid of honer because well, she's been there the most. Jazzy was my little bridesmaid. I haven't got a clue who Justin is choosing for his best man. He seems to think Chaz or Ryan but he can't choose. I chose this little cute pink dress for jazzy, pattie was gonna wear a similar one just more adult and me? Well I've chosen this long white dress, with flower patters all over. It's so beautiful. Next week, were getting married. A week. Justin wanted it to be as soon as because well, being in hospital made him think so. And for our honey moon? He's booked a private island somewhere. He won't tell me though. He says it a surprise. Haha. But a week. A week and I'm gonna be mrs Bieber. Woah I could get use to it. "Hey Rylie? We've got EVERYTHING SORRTED!" Pattie squealed. "THAT'S AMAZING!" We both shouted and Justin walked in. "I can't decide who should be my best man..." Awh bless him. "Well baby, I think it should be your grandad? Or scooter?" His face lit up. "I'm gonna ask grandpa!" He shot off somewhere, I dunno. That kid is crazy. We're like... 20 and getting married? Wow. Looking back at how much we've been through its amazing how we're still together. Most couples would of given up. But me and Justin? We're not like most couples. We've got something no one can take. "Oh, tonight's your last night with Justin, you've gotta stay away for a week..." I hear Pattie. "A week?" I can't do that. "Yep." She said popping the P. a week without Justin. 

JUSTIN'S P.O.V

I asked grandpa to be my best man. He said yes! Now everything's set! Except. I have to stay away from Rylie for a week. A whole week. This will be interesting. "Oi Bieber!" I turned around to see Rylie at the bottom of the stairs. "Yes sexy?" I smirked. I love winding her up. "It's our last night together.... Movie?" I nodded while she clapped and run to choose DVDs. This week will go slow, I can tell. What if something happens? What if Zayn pops up? A week without being able to protect my baby. A whole fucking week. She ran back into the bedroom with her arms full of DVDs, sweets, and fizzy. "I'm guessing we ain't sleeping tonight?" I chuckled. "No, it's our last night, I don't wanna sleep..." She whined. Halfway through the first film she chucked popcorn at me. "And that was for?" She let out a light chuckle before throwing more and ended up having a fit of laughter. "Ill get you..." I smirked. I grabbed a handful of sour patch kids and rammed them down her back. "Justin..." She smirked. This ended up in a fplayful fight. "I love you..." I whispered. "I love you too...."