Patience | Justin Bieber

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I arise from the god sitting next to me and he turns to me so his knee is leaning up on his chair a bit. Chris has turned around to talk to the person next to him so now I've got Harry all to myself woo.

Let's talk about sex baby. OMG KIDDING.

"You look beautiful"

"Hey that's my line," he says confused. Bitch you thought he said it ha I got u.

"Yeah well you were being a dick and taking to long so I had to do your job for you.." I say shrugging my shoulders attempting to make him feel bad.

"Well I actually wasn't going to say you were beautiful so..."

"Excuse me bitch," I say squinting my eyes at him. U fuckin wot.

"I was going to say you look sexy, beautiful doesn't cut it," I roll my eyes at him as he winks and I playfully push his shoulder. I'm actually dying tho but you can hardly tell.

"You're still a dick"

I want to see your dick**

We talk for the rest of the trip to dinner. And by talk I mean me listening to him talk as I intently watch his perfectly sculpted lips move and drown in the beautiful sound of his British accent as he talks about lord knows what. Oh Harry, the things you do to me.

The bus eventually stops, signalling we have arrived at the flamenco something or rather and we all stand up to get out. I'm one of those people who wait their turn in departing my seat so I stand and lean on my chair until I'm right to merge. Eventually my baby (promo bitch) reaches my presence and he stops.

"Fuck look at you," he says wide eyed.

"Close your mouth, Bieber, you'll catch flies, my love," I say as I wink, he gives me a warm smile as he offers his hand out signalling for me to go. I raise my hand to my chest.

"And here I am thinking chivalry was dead." I say as I walk in front of him and he follows closely behind me. Poor Harry lol. Before I leave I gotta give a shout out to my fav tho. I ain't ever left a us without thanking the bus driver and I ain't about to start now

"Thanks, Stefano. Don't miss me too much"

"I will try, Grace, I will try," fuck me dead that accent will never get old, "look out for her, Justin, she better not have a single scratch on her when I see her next" he says sternly. AJSHHEKDNDJSJDJSBSNCJ ladies find a man that treats you half as well as Stefano and you're set for life, I swear.

"I won't let you down, man," Justin says giving him that bro shake thing guys do. We get off the bus and Justin puts his sunglasses on.

"I know I'm bright, but I'm surely not that bright," I say flipping my curled hair over my shoulder. He laughs.

"No, you most definitely are, cupcake," he says as he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me close enough for him to kiss my forehead. FUCK I love it when he does that. Fucking feels like I'm in a fan fiction or something.

"WOW thanks dad," I say as I cross my arms and roll my eyes. FUCKING CUPCAKE. NUP get out. He raises his eyebrows at me and slithers his dirty little hands around my waist before he pulls me close again and whispers-

"Call me dad again"

AKDBKDJSJZJS STOP IT

I slide my hand up his chest in a sexual manner before I make eye contact with him and reply whispering-

"You fucking disgust me"

And I push him away. It's not that I'm not into the whole daddy thing. I love that shit, not the daddy daughter thing as much though...but no hate to people that do! Like you do you boo I'm just not into that yo. But the daddy Dom thing.. yeah why not? Feminism for days but get me in the bedroom and I'm all about being dominated lol. ANYWAYS ENOUGH WITH THE R RATEDNESS LORD. I'm just teasing JB das all 😘

He licks his lips as he shakes his head at me.

"We were having a special moment there, Grace, and you ruined it.

"Sorry, daddy," I say nonchalantly and his eyes widen again, "Jesus, don't get a boner on me damn"

Bloody hell I can be risky with my humour sometimes... oh well, he gets it.

"Wouldn't be the first time," he says as he throws his arm around my shoulder and starts walking towards where the rest of the group have started walking. I elbow him in the ribs softly and he groans.

"You filthy whore," I say staring up at him with a glare as he keeps his arm around me tightly. All he replies with is a wink. Typical.