Alyssa’s P.O.V.
It was more than a week, almost two weeks, later since I had arrived in Canada. It was now Friday. I still hadn’t brought back Justin’s jacket because he was busy with practicing for tour. I didn’t mind because I had some days with my dad now. Deborah was coming tomorrow and I was so excited to see her again. I really had missed her. I walked downstairs and saw Justin sitting on the couch. We had been texting a lot but he didn’t told me he would come. He gave me a hug when he saw me.
“are you here for your jacket?” I asked him.
“I already told you that you could keep it” he said laughing.
“and you also told me it was one of you favorite jackets so I get it if you’re missing it” I said and laughed.
“I just wanted to talk to you” Justin said it kind of serious.
“uhm.. I was Skyping with Deborah upstairs so can we talk there then I can tell her goodbye and stuff”
"sure”
We walked upstairs and I asked Justin to wait outside my room. When I had said goodbye to Deborah I told him he could come in. we sat down on my bed. I saw Justin was trying to find a way how to say what he wanted to say. It worried me kind of..
“ok so you know I am a singer and I am ‘famous’ which I don’t want to call myself but I am a pop idol.. sort of” Justin said thinking of his words
“uhm.. yes” I responded.
“ok so with fame comes fans and with fans come screaming girls telling you they love you and that they want to date you and stuff..”
“yes..” it really sounded like Justin was going to give me a lesson of fangirls. Well I knew those; screaming wild girls who love a thing, a person or band and who would do anything for them.
“well you already got some hate but more fans are thinking we’re dating and I ..” Justin looked at me “and I love hanging with you and I wouldn’t want to lose you, really, but I think it’s your decision to hang with me and with the risks of the hate and the paparazzi and stuff”
I just nodded taking it all in. Justin was right, it was my decision to make and I kind of got to know Justin now and I liked him, he was nice, so I would love to keep doing that and I’ll just ignore all of the hate. I hugged Justin wrapping my arms around his neck. He lay his hands on my hips. “I can handle it” I said as I leaned back.
“really?” he asked me looking worried. It was actually kind of cute how Justin was acting so worried.
“yes, I also love hanging with you”. A big smile spread across his face. “and I am used to Deborah so I think I can handle your fans”
“well if you say ‘fans’ around them you can’t handle them because they’re my Beliebers”
I laughed. “you’re so possessive ‘my Beliebers’”
Justin laughed. He looked at me the way someone is looking to someone who makes them happy, who really made them laugh. I smiled at the thought of that.
“so do you think you can still meet Deborah after this week? I mean you had a lot of practices and stuff”
Justin nodded. “of course I can I am used to this”
With him saying that I saw the look in his eyes change. It was happiness probably by thinking of that he got to meet so many fa- no Beliebers but also a little sadness because it must be very exhausting.
“you going to pick her up?” Justin asked me.
“I do not drive.. so my dad and I am going to pick her up”
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