Patience | Justin Bieber

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Day 3//

Last day in Paris. Still haven't got my Eiffel Tower photo. My Instagram hates me.

On the plus side I think I'm in love with Justin. Or Harry.

Which ever one proposes first.

Wow I'm too expectant. Like unhealthy. I should write a fan fiction (aye).

I spent yesterday with the girls, we climbed the arc de triumph and I high key died. Macarons are heaven and so is gelato crepes, preferably salted caramel ice cream, would recommend 10/10. Aaaaaaaaand as for last night.

I. Don't. Remember. A . God. Damn. Thing.

Haaaaaaa kill em.

I flutter my eyes open to find a muscular arm wrapped around my stomach. Da fuk. I turn my head slowly, only to meet eyes with umm

THE FUCK.

"Ahhhhhh" I yell as I push him off me and he falls to the ground.

"Bruh!" I hear.

I manoeuvre across my bed a little and peek over the corner to look at the boy.

"The fuck was that for," he says and he rubs his head.

"The fuck were you doing in my bed, Justin," he sleepily sits um and rests against the side of his bed.

"We didn't do anything, damn"

Wha.

"But you didn't answer my question"

"Do you not remember last night?"

"Yo, does it look like I remember last night you dumbass"

"Hey, hey, settle petal," stop it, I'm supposed to be mad at u, "you asked me to get in your bed."

Scuse me bitch? As much as I joke around about it, I'm pre sure I wouldn't just let Justin Bieber get into my bed to do lord knows what after knowing him for 2 days. Or would I. FML life is hard.

"Sure Jan"

"No seriously, you were really really drunk and I refused at first but then the you called me a pussy and said you only wanted me to cuddle you so you could get to sleep easier"

My eyes that were previously glaring viciously eased up. He raises his hands in a surrendering manner.

"I swear on my life"

"Well fuck me then," I say, "well not literally, don't get any ideas,"

"I said I swear on my LIFE!" He says with a desperate look on his eyes looking up at me as he moves forward and grabs my hand. I laugh.

"I'm kidding! Is it too soon to make jokes?"

"Well you did almost kill me so I'm gonna say I'll need an hour or too before you can make jokes" he stands up and takes a seat at my feet. I turn my body to face him, leaning against the head board of the bed.

"Did I nearly kill you? Or were you just falling for me too hard?" I give him a smirk, I feel a bit bad about pushing him off the bed, but ain't nothing stopping me from a solid joke.

"Ha ha very funny"

I smile and stare at him for a moment.

"Thank you"

"Huh?"

"Did I stutter, you jackass? Just take the compliment and run!" He laughs a little and scratches the back of his neck.

"What's the thank you for?"

"For helping me last night, do you mind giving me a run down on what happened?"

"What do you last recall?"

"Ummm, we were at the bar. You had a cap and sunglasses on and we bought each other 2 jäger bombs."

"Yeah we did that a couple of times"

"Why can YOU remember everything then???!"

"Because you, my dear, are the biggest lightweight I've ever met in my life and you drank as much as I did," I nervously chuckle.

Tru.

"O yea, ok well did anything eventful happen that I might not remember?"

"Well after our last trip to the bar, you told me that you didn't want anymore alcohol and to stop you from having anymore. Then we went tot the dance floor and you had a dance off to hot line bling with some French guy, which you killed by the way," fk yeah I did, "then I lost you for a bit, maybe half an hour, and when I found you, you lost an earring and you looked like you were going to cross hard as Kim did in that episode she lost her earring in the ocean."

I felt my ear.

"No god why! They were my good ones that weren't from Kmart," I stopped, "wait a second, did... All that matters play last night?"

He laughs, shit god damn, "so you remember that then..."

-Flashback bitch-

"Justin my earring! It's not in my fucking ear! Why isn't it in my fucking ear!"

He feels my ear, probably near as drunk as me.

"Oh no! Let's go find it!" He says as he grabs my shoulder and give me a grin.

My face brightens up, "yeah!" I take his hand and begin to turn around when I hear a familiar guitar strum.

"Wait!" I yell, causing him to jump.

"What?" He yells over the loud music.

Oh oh, just as sure as the stars in the sky-

Stop it. Time to fuck shit up.

"Justin! Justin!"

"Hey I made this song!" He says pointing to the sky.

"Justin this is my favourite of all of your songs, did you know?!"

He covers his mouth and gasps in shock, "really?!"

"It's my favourite, it's so nice," and I begin to cry.

"Don't cry, G! I thought it was your favourite!"

"It is! It's so nice!" I say crying looking at Justin. He gives me a hug.

"Justin please dance with me, I can tick it off my bucket list okay!"

Not actually on my bucket list, I'm just a smooth bitch.

"Of course!"

-

"We fucking slow danced while I balled my eyes out"

"In your defence, G-banger, it was your favourite song of mine,"

I crawl forward and playfully hit his arm.

"Well jokes on you, J, because slow dancing with Justin Bieber to All That Matters has never been on my bucket list"

He covers his mouth and gasps like he did last night, except this time it was obviously sarcastic. Then he drops it all and gives me a dead expression.

"Sure Jan"

Bitch.