Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 19

"Take five!" The director hollered. I was tired, but happy. We were shooting the "As Long As You Love Me" music video at the moment. I was amazed at how much Justin was a fantastic actor. Add that to his list of talents.

"You were great babe!" Justin walked over to me and hugged me.

"You weren't so bad yourself, superstar," I hugged him back.

"Ahem," we heard from behind us. We reluctantly broke apart to see the back-up dancers.

"Oh hey guys," Justin spoke up after a moment of silence. "Uh, Katie, these are the dancers."

'No shit,' I thought.

"The women are Faye, Ariana, Celia, Chelsea, Imogen, and Lucy. The men are William, Aaron, Noah, Ian, and Andrew. Guys, this is Katie, my wonderful girlfriend," He finished proudly. I blushed.

I was happy that Justin took ownership of his actions with relation to the party incident, but at the end of the day, words are never enough. Seeing him backing up his statements with his actions is what gives me more security and allows me to build trust with him again. Him proudly showing me off is one of those things that may seem little but are affirming in the long run.

"Hi," I said shyly.

They all returned their hellos.

"Justin!" Scooter shouted from afar.

"WHAT?! I'll be back in a sec," He whispered to me. He kissed my temple then ran off.

"Aww!" Faye cooed. I blushed deeper.

"So how long have you and Justin been going out?" Ian inquired.

"A few weeks."

"I'm happy for you guys. Did you buy him a christmas gift yet?" Lucy asked.

I mentally kicked, punched, slapped, kneed, and bodyslammed myself.

"I'll take your facial expression as a no," Noah laughed. "You do realize that christmas is in a few days, right?"

"I-uh. I guess it slipped my mind. What should I get him?" I asked.

"Ask him," Celia shrugged.

"I agree with Celia. If he won't say, get him a video game or a gold chain or something," Imogen added.

"Are you kidding me? He's the richest teenager in the world. He probably has everything," Andrew commented.

Before I could respond, the director caught our attention.

"Break time is over! Everyone back on set!" he declared.

I sighed and hurried along.

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"Where do you want to go?" Justin asked me as we left the set hand-in-hand.

"No idea. But I'm tired and should probably take a shower," I replied. He chuckled.

"Alright. Let's go back to my place, shawty," He led me to his car swiftly. Justin had decided to get his own house here in New York as he was spending an extended amount of time here.

We almost made it until we heard rapid clicks and loud footsteps.

"Justin!"

"Hey Justin over here!"

"Hey Justin, who's the pretty lady?"

"Where's Selena?"

I pondered the latter question. Where is Selena? Did he ever apologize to her?

My thoughts were quickly dispersed as Justin rushed me to his car.

"Why are you on my side? Hop in your seat and drive!" I exclaimed.

"Your safety comes first," Justin assured.

"Now is not the time!"

"Stop arguing with me!"

I begrudgingly obliged and let him help me into the car. He then rushed to his side, but it was too late. Paparazzi were swarming his car, burying us with questions. They could perfectly see us through the car, too. I ducked while Justin got out his phone. A few minutes passed until I heard louder noises. Eventually I heard nothing. Justin thanked someone, then he turned his attention to me.

"You can get up now," he said.

I reluctantly raised my head and looked around. There was no one there.

"What happened?" I asked as I fastened my seatbelt.

"Kenny came and took care of them," he answered.

It was quiet until we both burst out laughing.

"That was kinda fun. I feel like I'm in an action movie with the running and ducking," I giggled.

"Yeah, but sometimes they get annoying," his smile went to a straight line.

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Justin unlocked his door and we went inside his house. I spun around in a circle as the warm air enclosed me.

"Heaven at last!" I sighed happily. He merely laughed.

"I'm going to shower now," We both said at the same time. We stared at each other with wide eyes.

"I'm taking a shower first," we did it again.

"I am."

"NO I AM!"

"NOT IF I GET THERE FIRST!" We raced each other to the bathroom. He started to speed past me. Without thinking, I jumped on his back.

"Ahh! That's cheating!" he emphasized, almost crashing us into a wall.

"Who cares!" I squealed, enjoying the ride. He started spinning and jumping all over the place, trying to shake me off his back.

"You can't... get... rid of me," I breathed, struggling to keep a hold of him. I saw the bathroom from the corner of my eye.

"We'll see about that," he challenged, refusing to give up. I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and he fell to the floor, bringing me down with him. I wriggled free of him and started crawling until I felt a yank bringing me back. Before I knew it, he had me pinned down. He smirked triumphantly.

"You're cute," he commented, watching me struggle in his grip.

"And you're annoying," I shot back.

"But you love me," he retaliated

"Says who?" I challenged.

He paused, looking a little hurt. I unexpectedly connected my lips to his. He was caught off guard, but quickly regained his composure. We were making out, tongues battling for dominance. Since he was distracted, I decided to use this to my advantage. I took this opportunity to switch places with him, putting me on top. I then rolled off him and ran the rest of the way to the bathroom.

"I was kidding, sweetie," I smirked. I then closed the door, leaving him shocked.

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