Patience | Justin Bieber

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"G'day, I'm Troy," the 30ish year old guy says, offering a handshake in which I accept.

"Thank you lord, another Aussie," I say leaning my head back into the chair. He laughs. "I'm Grace, I was hoping I wouldn't be the only one,"

"I was thinking the same thing! Even my fiancé, Sam, is a kiwi," he says as he directs my attention to the woman in front of me. She turns her head, hearing her name, and gives Troy an odd look. "Look, Sam, I found another Aussie!" He says pointing to me. We all laugh.

"Me too!" She says pointing to the young girl sitting next to her. Yes our population is growing by the second. I just hope some of them live near me so I can keep in touch after the tours over....

We continue talking for the remaining 5 to 10 mins Caitlin allows us about where in Europe we are looking forward to most, until we hear her on the microphone again.

"Okay everyone, first person down, now the next. Ask them about their work this time."

The next girl I get is called Emily, she is also Australian and LIVES IN THE SAME CITY AS ME! She's also 19 so slay a bittttt. The one after her was a 27 year old woman from Canada and she is the cutest person I've ever met in my life. Possibly even cuter than my dog. (Yeah no lol)

But nothing prepared me for the next babe. And no, this was not Justin.

"So let me get this straight, you live in a fancy hotel, you go to Cambridge, you play soccer, you have a sausage dog, not to make you feel awkward but you're attractive as fuck AND, just to top it all off, you're British." I say flabbergasted at the perfect human sitting in the seat next to me. His cheeks go red and he scratches the back of his neck before replying shyly.

"Uhh haha Im mean yeah I guess,"

"No, no, no you're not real, Harry. That's my final word in this. This shouldn't be legal actually, I should sue you." I say crossing my arms. Um yes. This is me trying to flirt. Oh let me live, Ive only had one boyfriend before and I met him in a CLUB. He laughs again, this time with more confidence.

"Well hold on now a second, you finished school a year early and you've already finished 2 years of your degree. You surf AND play volleyball. You have a pug. You play multiple musical instruments. Not to make YOU feel awkward but YOU are attractive as fuck," I cut him off.

"Harry, please, you're British, you're not allowed to swear," he does that weird laughing through your nose thing people do as he shakes his head.

"You're funny AND, to top it all off, you're Australian. If anything, YOU should be illegal, not me." I raise my eyebrows and widen my eyes.

"Well shit, you're right. I AM better than you," I nod my head in a sarcastic manner, "do you understand how lucky you are right now?" He playfully hits my shoulder whilst laughing.

"I can tell I'm going to get along well with you, Grace." He says, smiling.

"I'm sorry, did you say 'get along well with' or 'marry' because I often get the 2 mixed up..."

He laughs again, I swear the only way I can pull guys is with my humour. I'm not serious enough to do it any other way. I tried a serious conversation with a guy once and I ended up laughing so hard at myself, the guy ran away.

"Alrighty, so we're ready to swap again." God damnit, Caitlin. He was legit just about to propose. "So the next person should be your 5th introduction. This person will be your 'buddy' for the trip. You don't have to spend the whole tour linked at the hip but if you ever hear me yell 'buddy check' just look for them. It will make it easier for me to ensure everyone is together. Alright, go ahead and change again, ask them anything you want."

"Dont forget about me, Harry, Ill be waiting for your proposal next time I see you,"

"Be patient, my love, all in good time," he says with a wink as he sits up from his seat. I groan and throw my head back into the chair.

"Stop it, Harry, I'll cry," he chuckles before leaving be with my new buddy.

"What theeeee fuck," I hear an oddly familiar voice say from somewhat above me. I look up with my infamous 'wtf' face. Oh shit. Kill me. Kill me now. Not today satan please. He takes a seat beside me and I throw my head back into my seat and groan once more, remembering the first words that came out of my disgusting, stupid, fucked up, unforgiving mouth in the presence of the godly, Justin Bieber.

"And that, my friend, is the first of many, many regrets I shall deem myself with on this trip," he begins to laugh and I open my left eye and give him a weird look. "It's not funny, dude, I have a serious problem with embarrassing myself eminently around people I am fond of." By this time I have turned myself to face him with a serious look on my face. He is facing me too, the only difference is he is trying to hold in his laughter. My eyes open widely.

"Fuck it, I just did it again"

He laughs softly again. "I'm Justin"

"No SHIT sherlock, I could spot you from a mile away... Oh my god I hate myself"

"And 'myself' would be...."

"Grace"