Don't Leave We Are Meant To Be (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Part 72 Ellie's P.O.V:

Ellie's P.O.V:

Justin and I are walking around the city today, so to make our lives easier tonight, we picked up our room before we left. Since he said we're walking, I wonder where his car went. I'm nervous walking around the city today because of the people. I mean, he's Justin Bieber; everyone wants to meet him and see him. But who blames them? But when we went out and all day today, we are going to have Kenny, Moshe and even a third bodyguard with us. The third guy wouldn't talk to you at all of you talk to him, so I gave up trying.

We're walking to the art museum and we pass Madison Square Garden. It's been my biggest dream to see Justin perform there ever since I saw him there in Never Say Never, his movie.

"Have you ever been there?" He nods towards the garden.

"Nope." I say, popping the 'p'. "I only know about it from Never Say Never." After I told him that, he was so shocked. Does he not understand that I am pretty much poor?

"Well, you're going to see it in November, while I'm on my Believe Tour. You have to go to Madison Square Garden at least once in your life. It's such a big deal in the music world."

I just laugh because I know if I try to argue with him that I really don't need to go, I will surly lose that battle. He lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

We pay for the art museum and everything is just so beautiful. All the artwork is amazing and breathe taking.

"Justin, I don't know if I ever told you or not, but I really love art. Actually, I'm even in this organization, which you have to be invited to, in my school that my art teacher asked me to be a part of called, NAHS, which stands for Nation Arts Honor Society. So, this museum is pretty awesome for me."

He laughs and looks shocked again, but this time it was with big eyes and a big smile, as if he was impressed. "Really? That's so cool Ellie. Who know maybe one day you'll art work will be in this very museum and people will be paying to come see your artwork someday."

I shake my head in disbelief. "Oh Justin, I don't know about that. I never said I was any good at ar-" Justin cuts me off from placing his index finger on my lips.

"Sssshhhh. Never say never." He whispered into my ear, giving me a chill from his hot breath on my earlobe.

We walked around the whole museum, twice then he took us to lunch at this cute little Diner place. We order our food and Justin tells me about his plans of surprising his fans and then it reminds me how I can't say anything about where he is if he tells me, which I'm sure he will since we're going to talk or try to talk every day. But I love the look in his eyes when he talks about his music or his fans. You can really see that he loves what he does. It's like the look of a little kid on their first day of school and how excited they are to ride the big yellow school bus all by themselves.

He must have told me how much he's going to miss me at least 5 or 6 times now. I smile and tell him, "I do have a cellular device with FaceTime, twitter and even text messaging Justin, and I have a computer. We won't be completely distant." I laugh and he giggles from him realizing how silly he sounds.

"I know Ellie. I know. But I know for sure that nothing will be the same as talking to you like I am right now, in person."

By the time we finish doing everything else that tourist would do in such a big and beautiful cities, which includes more shopping and taking lots of pictures and in our case running and hiding from a couple fans chasing us, it was about 5 PM.

"Justin, what time is our show?"

He checks the tickets, "They're at 8 o'clock. So we have about 3 hours, well, really more like 2 since we should probably be there a little earlier in case of crowds and everything."

I sigh in relief, "Oh I'm glad to hear that, since that means I will have a little time to do my hair and get ready and makeup so I can look Broadway-ready." I laugh quietly but Justin looks confused.

"You don't need to dress up fancy and you surly don't need any makeup. I love how you look right now."

I laugh in disbelief, "Yeah because the most beautiful celebrities and models wear simple cut-off blue jean shorts and a T-Shirt that says 'I love NY' to a Broadway show, right? No, they don't."

He just rolls his eyes, "I'd rather have a girl in jean shorts and a T-Shirt than any model or celebrity. And, truthfully, not all models can look as beautiful in just those simple clothes like you can. But if you really feel like you need a little makeup than fine. But I need to approve of your dress you plan on wearing."

I take a step back and put my hands on my hips, "Excuse me? You need to do what? Who do you think you are? You think you're my stylist now?" We both laugh and start walking back to our room.

I walk over to Justin holding up 3 different dresses. The first one was a tank top strapped blue sequined tube dress that was about mid-thigh in length. The second was a red short sleeved lace dress that landed right above my knees with a skinny and metallic looking belt that wrapped around my waist. The third dress was strapless with a sweetheart neckline with a tutu like skirt bottom and was all purple. It was really short and the more I think about it, it's defiantly not appropriate for a Broadway show, so I push that one aside.

Justin smiles and points to the one in my left hand, "The blue one and then you should wear those cheetah heels I bought you today."

"That sounds perfect!" I smile and kiss his cheek. "I'm going to go get ready now." I walk away and he playfully hits my butt. "JUSTIN!" He just giggles and I smile shaking my head as I plug my curling iron in on the bathroom wall. I get ready to put my make up on as I wait for it to heat up, but when I unzip my bag, there's only my basic 'everyday' makeup with a sticky note taped in there. The note reads:

"Babe, the makeup I left in here is all you're allowed to wear. I hid everything extra since you're beautiful just the way you are. Hey look, you got me quoting Bruno Mars now J Love, Justin" I roll my eyes and smile. I put that little makeup he left me which was just eyeliner, cover-up and lip gloss. This boy...You have to love him.