Patience | Justin Bieber

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•edited (probs still shit dwi)•

"SHIT BALLS," I charmingly yell at the top of my lungs as I look at my alarm clock beside my bed.

5:50am.

Well that's just fucking great, isn't it? How odd, Grace is running late. Oh but not just for anything. No no, she's running late for a GOD DAMN PLANE. Good one, Grace.

I sprint out of my bed and to my bathroom. No time for a shower, guess I'm just going to be a gross bitch for the remainder of today. I quickly go to the bathroom and then sprint to my wardrobe. Honestly, I'm surprised I'd managed to actually get organised last night with my suitcase and carry on ready and my clothes laid out for today. Thank you, jesus. I quickly get changed, tie my hair into a hideous bun and run downstairs and out the door with my bags.

After I struggle but manage to get my luggage into the boot, I get in the car and begin to drive to the airport.

"Just breath, Grace," I tell myself as I pull out of my driveway. "You've got an hour to get onto an international departing plane, you stupid bitch, no fucking biggie."

*skip to the plane landing* (yo I made it dw, only just but we deal)

"Holy damn, it's fricken freezing" I say to myself as I walk out of the little corridor attached to the plane.

"Isn't it just," I heard a beautiful male voice with a British accent coo from behind me. I turn around hoping to see the love of my life standing before me. To my surprise, I see a 30ish year old, attractive man. I can tell he's older, but I can see a ring on his finger so I wouldn't go there either way. He's holding a card with my name 'Grace Taylor' on it. "Grace, is it?"

"It is," I say wide eyed, "how on earth did you guess?"

"I'm a psychic," he says with a straight face, I give him a weird look not knowing what to say, "of course your accent does give you away as well, I knew I was picking up an Australian."

I laugh, "you should stick with the psychic story, it makes you sound cooler," he laughs too.

"Touche"

"So do you have a name or should I call you sir or something," he scoffs a little, in a friendly way of course.

"Call me Ed"

"Ed it is," I say with a smile as I shake his hand.

"Shall we be off"

"Sounds good to me," and with that we were left, Set off for the delicious Mercedes waiting for me out the front of the airport which would take me to my hotel before my big trip begins.

To my surprise, the hotel was only 30 minutes or so away from the airport. And thank god Ed was willing to talk to me the whole time or I wouldn't have survived the drive. He gave me his number after getting my bags out of the car in case of an emergency whilst I was in the UK or if I just needed a lift somewhere ya know.

"Thank you, Chuck," I say to him which causes him to scoff and shake his head. That's the nickname I have given him because he low key looks like Chuck Bass, his name is Ed and he is also British. Hence why I am so attracted to him. What a lucky wife he has.

"Stay safe, Grace," he says as he walks back to his car. He gets is and begins to drive away, but not before winding down his window to yell, "and post lots of pictures too!"

Yeah I got his facebook too. Aha. I wave him goodbye before entering the hotel I'm staying at before my trip begins. 'The Royal National Hotel'. Sounds luxurious ooOooOOooohnevermindIwasmistaken.

So this room has 2 beds, if you wanna call em that idk.. And a bathroom with a shower curtain that makes me wanna kill myself. It literally clingier than my ex-boyfriend. OH WELL IM IN EUROPE AND I DONT CARE.

I pull out my phone to see that it is 9pm. May as well sleep now considering Ive got a 6am start in the morning... Too bad I'm insomniacy af and by go to sleep I mean lay in bed for hours hoping to fall asleep at least 3 hours before getting up. Ha ha ha. That should come in handy on my month long non-stop exhaustion trip :)))))))))))))))

*morning*

I sloppishly manage to grab my phone from the bedside table to turn off the god awful screeching noise. I rub my eyes and rise from the bed to see a mirror like image on the other side of the room. Only there is no mirror.

"Hey, I'm Alana," she says. She's blonde, like me. With green eyes, like me. She kinda looks like the sister I never had. Not a twin, but we could definitely pass for relatives. Only she's American.

"I'm Grace, my god I honestly thought I was looking in the mirror just then,"

"Oh my god I was going to say that but I didn't want to freak you out,"

We both laugh, I can tell I'm going to get along with this one, and thank god because I'm solo travelling and wouldn't mind a buddy for the beginning. We both get ready and bring our bags down to the bus in the centre square where I was dropped off by Chuck yesterday night.

"It's pink!" Alana says, pointing out the huge bus coloured black and pink. I wouldve preferred purple, but Ill let this one slide... My eyes widen as I begin to take this all in. Im in Europe! Ive always dreamed of being here and Im finally here! What is this LIFE!

We walk over towards the bus where a large number of people are lined up, most likely to meet the tour manager and give them our information I suppose. We line up and eventually make our way to the front.

"Hello guys, I'm Caitlin. Ill be your tour manager for the next 35 days. Who are you both?" A pretty 30ish year old British lady says.

"I'm Alana," she moves her finger down the list until she lands on her name and crosses it off.

"And I'm Grace," she does the same with me.

"So you're both solo travellers, Im glad to see you made friends so quickly. That will come in handy on this tour trust me." We offer her a smile in exchange, give her our passport information and whatnot and then start putting our suitcases under the bus. After that we head on an find some seats towards the back of the bus.

Caitlin eventually walks on after a few more people get on and grabs the microphone.

"Okay everyone so, this doesn't ever happen but we have something really important we need to discuss before we start the tour." The bus exchanges whispers and side looks after she speaks. Fair enough though, what an extremely odd thing to say. The bus moves and we begin our journey through Europe.

Until we stop at a deserted carpark 2 minutes away from the hotel.

"Here's the thing..."