Usher's Hidden Princess

Bye Justin

Bye Justin

-Brooke's P.O.V-

It was about time for me to board the plane. I was sitting there in a chair, next to a shaking Justin. His head was in his hands, and his arms were propped on his knees. He wouldn't even look at me. I had on a simple outfit, pink and black. I was waiting for the private jet. I glanced over, and Justin had his favorite black hoodie, drapped over his leg. I grabbed his hand, and pryed his fingers from his face.

"Babe, its going to be okay." I whispered kissing the palm of his hand. I laced our fingers and laid my head on his shoulder. He looked up and his hazelish- brown eyes shined, and glimmered with tears, threatening to spill. He laid his head on mine, and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

"Princess, the jet his here." My dad's voice rang. I nodded, and glanced at Justin. He stood up, and I was engulfed into his warm embrace, that I know, I'm going to miss. He held me tight, and kissed my hair, my cheek, my neck. His hands gripped the side of my head, and pulled me just inches away from his face. My eyes now had tears on the brims. His eyes seemed to search mine, and in one swift movement, his soft, loucious lips connected to mine. Molding perfectly together. My tin little hands traveled from my side, and grabbed two handfuls of his cotten shirt. The fabric soft, and smooth in my hand. His hands left my face, and his arms wrapped around my waist, enclosing me in his embrace once more. Pulling me ever so closely to him, as if he would die, if I was ever gone. I pulled away and rested my forehead against his. He opened his gorgeous eyes, that I'm going to miss. His smile that brightened my day, his loving hands that seemed to calm down even the smallest of nerves. The way he called me beautiful, and not sexy, or hot. THe way he talked to me as if I was a lady not a piece of meat. How even if he thought I looked sexy, he never let his eyes skim my body. How he always acted like a gentleman. His eyes closed and I was pulled once more, into his embrace. My head rested on his shoulder, and his rested against my head. My arms were around his neck, and I clung for my life.

"I love you Brooke." He whispered as his hands soothed my hair down my back. He placed one more sweet, loving kiss on my shoulder.

"I love you too Justin." I whispered back. He handed me his hoodie, and I automatically slid my arms into the sleeves, taking in his sent. He kissed my forehead, and turned away, his back facing me, I could see his tattoo of Jesus.

"Bye Justin." I whispered before I grabbed my bags, walking by myself out the doors, and to the jet. I waved to the group of people that watched me, as I walked away.

"I love you guys!" I shouted, smiling.

I got a unison of I love you too's. I walked over to the back, and dropped my bags. I walked back to couched that were perched near the pilots. I plopped on the bed, wrapping the jacket tighter around me, and wrapped my blanket around me as well. I slid my hands into the pockets just to feel a little velvet bag. I raised my eyebrow, holding it in my hand, pulling it slowly out of my pocket. I pulled at the strings opening the bag, empting the contents into my hand, only to gasp, at the objects that landed in the palm of my hand. A gorgeous necklace, the silver shined, in the dim lights, and the chain was short enough, but still long. The ring, was simple and adorable. It made my heart skip beats. He sure no knows how to make a girl lose her breath.

"I love you Justin," I whispered to myself. I picked up the folded piece of paper that laid there. It was simple notebook paper, which made me giggle. I qently unfolded it, making sure I didn't rip it, only to reveal Justin's elegant, cute handwriting. I read it out liud to myself.

"Dear Brooke Marie,

I can't describe the way you make me feel, my heart flutters, I get butterflies everytime you walk into a room. Your smile, brightens my day. Your giggle send chills through my body. Baby, you are literally my angel that was sent from heaven to safe me from myself. You make me laugh, blush, happy. You make me want to be a better person, a better man. You are everything, I need. The air I breath, the beat of my heart. I love you Brooke I really do. I already miss you. I'm going to explain your little gifts, even though you hate me buying things for me, I did, and I want to explain them.

The necklace, the key part, you now wear the key to my heart, and the crown represents you are no longer Usher's Hidden Princess, you are my Special, Beautiful Princess. Mine. My Everything. The ring, for me wear it on your left ring finger. My initel to show that you truly mean so much to me. So Brooke, I love you, and I will keep my promise, be expecting a phone call from me tomorrow princess.

Love Your Swag Prince,

Justin Drew Bieber"

I was in tears now, I grabbed the necklace with my shaking hands, clasping it on my neck, as it hung just above me breast. I slid my purity ring onto my right ring finger, and replaced it with Justin's ring. I cuddled into my blankets, and the jacket, letting my eyes drift close, as the tears fell silently. Don't worry Brooke you will see Justin in a few days, he will call you tomorrow. I kept thinking over and over again.