Patience | Justin Bieber

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So we're still in the UK, we've been driving for like an hour now. You can hear chatter here and there and the music playing through the speakers. Most people are sleeping because we had to get up so early this morning, including Alana who move to some empty seats so she could lay down. I, on the other hand, can't sleep during the day. Or at night. I just don't sleep really. But Im always tired. Living that insomniac life hollaaaa.

I've been spending the last hour just staring out the window admiring what Europe has to offer, as well as watching everyone on this bus fall asleep 1 by 1. A few minutes ago I watched Harry fall into his deep slumber and a small piece of me died inside. There's only about 5 of us conscious ones remaining.

As we begin to pass over a bridge, I can't help but noticed the song change.

"Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident"

I turn just in time to witness a certain head jolt up. I manage to escape a semi loud "ha" from my lips which causes him to turn around wide eyed. I lip sync the words, bop my head and wave my arms around to the song silently in an attempt to make fun of him I guess. Don't get me wrong, I love this song, it's just funny that he's here listening to it I guess?

"Shut up!" He mouths to me.

"No way, this is my jam" I mouth back, both of us ensuring we make near to no sound so we don't wake anyone, "sing along, you know the words, right?"

He shakes his head at me whilst smiling widely. I made him happy. Justin Bieber. I just made him smile. Well you know what they say, Justin, happy wife, happy life.

He stands up from his seat and walks over to mine, not breaking eye contact. I'm still bobbing my head and shoulders whilst miming the lyrics.

"You're such a dag," he says as he reaches my seat and sits down, facing me.

"I know you are but what am I," fuck what am I, 3?

"I'll tell on you, I swear," omg marry me.

"No please, my dad will ground me," I whisper grasping his shoulders and shaking him ever so lightly.

"Fine, on one condition,"

"I do"

"What?!"

"I mean, nothing... yes... no, I mean... I don't want to marry you... Ew....shit, What was the condition"

He laughs at me and shakes his head. This seems to be a habit of his towards me now. Maybe I should stop embarrassing myself.

Maybe I would stop embarrassing myself if I knew how... Oh well

"You have to be my roommate tonight,"

My eyes widen. Well shit.

Oh oh wait okay so the deal is, if you came with someone/s you can have your own room together, rooms of 2 and 3 only. BUT if you came by yourself, you get to choose your own rooms, only doubles. Caitlin said she doesn't give a shit about who we choose to stay with or what gender they are because we are all adults here and which can switch rooms when ever we want on the tour so we aren't stuck with the same person the whole time. Aaaaaan I think that's everything.

"Hmm I don't know, I'm not to keen on spooning"

"No? What about forking?" HA! A PUN! HE MAKES PUNS! THAT WAS SO GOOD! I LOVE HIM!

"Justin, please. E-knife of this sweet talk," yeah I like puns.

I have an apundance of them.

"Welllll?" I take a minute to think. I mean, I dont know why I do... Like ofc Im going to say yes and why dont we sleep in the same bed while we're at it? But I just need a moment, okay. To... Process.... What the fuck is going on.

Justin.

Justin mother fucking Bieber.

Wants me.

To share a room with him.

Alone.

Just the 2 of us.

"Welllllll... I can't"

"What why?" He says wide eyed.

"I document my life on snapchat, thats why," I raise my fist to my chin and rest it there with a huge smile. Cue the smiling and head shaking.

"Cant you temporarily retire for 1 night for meeee?" He says with puppy dog eyes. Stop Justin you cute little fuck.

"Awww no. I didnt choose the snap life, Mary, it chose me"

"I think if you're going to call me Mary, I deserve the company for one night"

"And I think the more I call you Mary, the less you'll want to be around me therefore I wont be required to stay with you tonight"

"Not a chance babe"

Babe. FuckiNG BABE. SAME. Same Justin SAME.

"Well give it up babe, I've got millions of fans longing to see my next snapchat story and I dont intend of keeping them waiting"

He takes my hand and holds it as if he is going to propose. Please.

"I do" I say before he has the chance to say anything.

"So you'll marry me, but you won't stay in a room with me?!"

"Hey, you're the one who said no sex before marriage!"

"Touche," he says, still holding onto my hand, "pleeeasee stay with me, I know it sounds stupid but you make me laugh and I have really bad sleeping habits so if I can't sleep, I'd rather enjoy myself than sit silently in the dark"

My eyes widen. A fellow insomniac. I was of course joking about everything I had said earlier, I was planning on giving is, I was just toying with him for a bit first.

"You're a shitty sleeper too?" I ask, letting go of his hands.

"Too?" He says widening his eyes

"Twins!" He cringes at the word a little but doesn't say anything regarding it. He just stares at me for a moment. I cant be too sure what his facial expression means but it looks as if he is trying to decide on something?

"I don't do this, like ever, but... Can I show you something?" He says looking deep into my eyes. I gulp.

Please be a dick pic.