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❝Holy shit!❞ I gasped, jumping from my seat and hugging him tight. ❝Lucky, oh my god you've been gone for so long!❞ I squealed hugging him tight, he had visited Europe for a photo shoot.
I'm especially close with Lucky, he'd helped me a lot whilst I was starting in the industry and I would be forever grateful for that.
Kendall didn't like our closeness because she thinks something might happen romantically between us, she's team Jarie as fuck.
I just see Lucky as a friend and that's it.
Lucky sat down upon my chair and smirked with a wink. ❝Sorry Mar, you're gonna have to either sit on my lap or the floor.❞ I flipped him off and stood whilst everybody spoke. I soon gave up and defeatedly sat on his quite comfy lap.
He made me feel so safe and good. Uh God— Those monthly crazy woman hormones are back at it again.
❝You spoke to drizzy yet?❞ Lucky asked sipping on his vodka and tonic, I shook my head sadly, thankfully he'd reminded me of my mission. ❝I really need to say hi..❞ I muttered, looking around the club again.
Myself and Lucky started talking about his photo shoots in Paris, it all sounded so exciting and a to—be—there experience.
I watched Kendall to see her watching me with judging eyes, she was practically screaming Justin's name at me. She kept making me feel guilty for trying to live.
Justin wanted us to end so I let him. There's only so much I could do and he wouldn't answer my calls.. I couldn't do shit else. I'd given up trying to get his attention and crying over him. He wouldn't want that anyways. Plus, It'd probably hurt him more knowing I cry because of him. That'd hurt him I am sure.
The night continued and everybody ended up dancing on the tables, I eventually found Drake in all the chaos too! ❝Hey man, was sup?❞ Drake grinned, bro shaking with Lucky. I'll never understand why guys do that.
I was stood next to Lucky in complete awe. Drake even smells like heaven. I mean, he's a god after all. I was probably dribbling when he bought me out of my trance. ❝Hello beautiful, Marie right?❞
I nodded with a small smile, putting a shaky hand through my hair. ❝Yeah, that's me.❞
He nod his head before taking a swig from his glass. ❝Bieber has spoke about you, damn that guy loves you.❞ He laughed. I joined in, attempting to make this conversation less awkward than it already was. I failed badly, this shit was tragic.
Soon after that encounter I partied with the girls, Lucky and a few other models.. Many people were taking sneaky photos of our group but we didn't care much. I wanted to let loose and have some fun whilst I wasn't busy rushing around for work.
Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I moved away from Lucky who had his arms on me. I pointed to my phone, he nodded whilst understanding I had to take this.
I walked to the exit and checked the caller ID, my throat hitched. I could barely breathe. It had been a long time since we spoke.
I don't know what I'd say.
Oh god, I answered the call before I could decline it and wonder what he wanted. ❝Princess?...❞
I walked out of the door and instantly felt the cold air prick my skin. ❝Yeah, Justin I'm here what's up?❞
I heard Justin sigh. ❝Uh,could you meet me at the airport please?❞ My mouth parted and I suddenly didn't feel nauseous. I felt butterflies. He was here. He was finally back from his tour and holiday.
I had so many things I wanted to slap him for.
❝You're here... In California?❞ I asked quietly, my body was in shock. Sadly the paps caught sight of me and I cursed angrily, finally finding the will power to move away from them.
❝Yeah I'm back.. Princess what's wrong?❞ I groaned watching them follow me down the road. I decided enough is enough and called an uber, it arrived soon and I hopped inside. ❝The airport please, thank you."
I sat back and shrugged, ❝it doesn't matter it's just the paps being annoying, so this is it? We're meeting again after a year?❞
I could practically hear Justin's smile through the phone, his voice seemed to change when he's smiling. I realised that a long time ago.
❝I promise I'll be making up for everything I've done wrong, some how.❞ Justin sighed, knowing I'm not as energetic as I was a year ago. He knew that I knew about his fuck ups.
Hell, everybody who's anybody knew about those Royal fuck ups.
❝I'm on my way Justin, don't go anywhere.❞ I ended the call and sighed loudly, I was so panicky and scared to see him again.
In photos I noticed he was looking very different. He was much skinnier then before, and more muscle man now. He just didn't look like my happy and healthy chub, Justin.
I was terrified, this wouldn't be the Justin I know. I just reminded myself I couldn't treat this moment like a girlfriend seeing her boy friend moment. That isn't what's happening.
