Patience | Justin Bieber

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"That's a really pretty name, I like it"

"Oh my god can you not compliment me please! Damn! I'm so fragile right now, I honestly don't know what will happen," I say as I dramatically and stupidly bring my hand to  my head and sink down into my chair. He laughs at my attempts to be cute I guess because I'm legit just the biggest flop in the world.

"Do you have any questions for me?" He asks and I straighten back up.

"Just one." He raises his eyebrows as if to say 'go on'. I clear my throat...

"Can I get a photo with you?"

His eyes widen and he seems speechless for a few moments.

"SHIT DAMN IT. That was a terrible joke Grace, what the fuck are you doing to yourself," aaaaaaand we return to our regularly scheduled program consisting of me sunk down in my chair, wanting to die.

That isss until I hear gods most heavenly creation. Justin Bieber's laugh. But not like all the other little chuckles before, he's like full loling rn. My eyes widen and I now look like him not 2 seconds ago.

"Oh god, you should've seen your face, I knew you were kidding but I've never had a fan take the piss out of my like that before,"

Thank you God for blessing me with some shitty humour that appeals to the likes of the one and only, Justin Bieber. Amen.

"My heart is pounding so fast, don't do that, you little shit," I say grabbing my heart, more my boob but my hearts there somewhere yeah, "ow my heart."

"You're like weirding me out, Grace"

Ah shit, here we go.

"Ha story of my life..."

"No no no, not like that. Damn, Im not that much of a dick," he says giving me a playful shove. Yes, touch me again. I mean no, PG 13. I scoff a little.

"Alright then, go on"

"I just mean your like a fan but... You're not? Does that make sense?"

"About as much sense as this whole situation makes right now," I say waving my finger between the both of us, indicating he makes no fucking sense.

"I mean you already feel like a friend, you know that one that makes fun of you but they mean it from the heart, you're easy to talk to I guess" I nod, even though I kinda don't know about the friend thing because I'm almost certain I'm that friend to everyone I know, "and then you're also obsessed with me."

"Oh get over yourself, buddy, I may have been starstruck for a second there. But play time is over, got it?" I say pointing my finger at him.

"Alright alright, I got it," he says laughing, "well go on, tell me a bit about yourself."

"Okay but, I have to warn you. The last time I did this, the guy nearly proposed," Justin gives me a confused look and not a few seconds later, Harry appears on my left side hovering above me from the chair behind.

"Hey, hey, hey, if anything, missy, you forced that proposal on me," I wave my hand at him, shooing him away.

"Harry, please, Justin's about to propose"

"Was not!" Justin says.

"Oh yes, that's right, I haven't told you about myself yet." They both laugh and shake their heads at me.

"Justin"

"Harry," They both shake hands. Help this is too much sexiness in one moment. "She's a keeper isn't she," Harry continues.