Patience | Justin Bieber

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Around 5 minutes later we arrive at place we are having dinner at.

"Alright so there's 30 of you so I've got 5 tables with 6 spots at each, you guys can choose who sit where. It's 8 o'clock now and the dinner goes for around 2 hours so we'll just meet back out here when it's finished. Enjoy yourselves guys!" Caitlin says excitedly before she turns to enter the flamenco show.

(Odmxhdnkdjd I think I called the tour guide Caitlin but I legit can't be sure so SORRY)

"2 hours until we get FUCKKEEEDDD!" I say a little louder than I expected. But it worked out because almost everyone except the boring 35 year old couple started 'woo'ing and cheering and 'boo ya'ing and high fiveing what not. We all walk into the building and I take a seat with Justin near the front of room. You can see the stage pretty well from here. I sit at the corner of the table and he sits across from me.

"Excited for tonight?" I ask him. He grabs the glass bottle of sangria sitting in front of us. UNLIMITED SANGRIA BITCHES TIME TO PRE DRINK. And by pre drink I mean drink as much free shit as we can so we don't have to buy any alcohol at the clubssss.

"Beyond excited," he says with a smile and he pours some of the alcohol into my glass before he does his.

"Thanks," I say as I pick up my glass and take a sip bc I'm thirsty AF. And not in the dehydrated sense if u know what I mean. I WILL get with someone tonight. Even just a make out, I've gone a week being a Virgin Mary, now it's go time.

"Fuck," Justin says as he stares at me wide eyed.

"Huh?"

He looks down at the glass I'm holding in my hand and I follow. Iehendkshdndjdj I accidentally skulled it! I'm an alcoholic help!

"Oh shit, I was too busy thinking I wasn't even paying atten-" before I can finish Justin takes his glass and skulls it too. I laugh and shake my head.

"I'm a horrible role model," I say as I lift my hand to my forehead, "don't do drugs!"

I point my finger at at him as I say that and he gives me a 'really' look. I point at him again before saying, "except for in Amsterdam, we're going to get high together," he laughs even though I'm being dead serious lol.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Is your name, Harry?"

"Yes...." he says with a confused look.

"Well there's your answer, sweet cheeks," he takes the seat next to me.

"Hey don't objectify me like that, that's sexist!"

"Oh god, don't even get her started on that!" Justin says and we all laugh. Justin pours me another sangria and I drink that one pretty quickly too.

"Jesus Christ, Grace," Harry says observing me.

"Hmmm Jesus Christ Grace, it has a ring to it I think," I say as I playfully hit his arm. I think this is hitting me already. Loooool loving light weight life. Justin laughs at me as he takes a sip of his sangria and pours me ANOTHER GLASS.

"Hey you, stop laughing at me mister!" I say pointing and him and he smiles, "and keep drinking guys!" I say to the whole table which now consists of me, Justin, Harry, Chris, Alana and Emily.

"This shits free guys! Drink up while you can!" I say in a loud whisper and they all laugh at me. Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and give me a tight side hug.

"This is why I love you, Grace," I look up at him with a playful glare then turn to look at Justin who's just swirling his drink is his glass with a wide eyed expression. What's crawled up his bum????

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We've just finished our main course and I've finished my 6th...7th... possibly 24th glass of sangria. Everyone else at the table is pretty tipsy and here I am trying to bring the pasta to my mouth but failing miserably. Oh well, I ate half of it I think so that's the main thing.

"Justin!" I whisper loudly because there's a performance going on and I don't want to yell idk I'm fucked Idk what's going on. It's too loud to interrupt anyway.

"Grace!" He whispers equally as loud.

"Can you sing a song and those dancers can dance to it because I can't understand what the lyrics are to these songs but I know yours okay?" I whisper loudly again. He laughs before he goes to reply but is interrupted when some attractive Spanish guy comes up to me with his hand out. It just got really bright is that a Fucking spotlight or am I being abducted by aliens???

"What?!" I say staring at the guys hand.

"Dance with me, señorita," he says loud enough for me to hear over the music. FUCK HES A PERFORMER WHAAT DO I DO SHIT BALLS HELP. I turn to Justin quickly with a wide eyed expression but he's practically pissing himself. Fuck me dead. I turn back to the guy.

"Shit okay," I say standing up. He takes a hold of my hand and my waist and he starts dancing with me. Like literally I'm not doing anything I'm too drunk, "yo dude, I like had so much sangria I don't know whats going on right now," I say looking at him dead in the eye. He laughs before he replies.

"Here, chika, you just move your hips like dis and I will guide you," he steps back from me and moves his hips like a fucking belly dancer. He holds his arm out signalling for me to go and I hesitate at first until I just stand straight and move my hips from side to side like one of those bobble hula dancers you have in cars. Laughter erupts from the crowd as well as the performer and he takes a hold of my hips and moves them like how he was before.

"Good, good! Keep doing that!" He says as he moves one hand back to my hand and we dance together. FUCKIG IM A PRO NOW DUDE I COULD GO ON DANCING WITH THE STARS I SWEAR IM LIKE A BELLY DANCER GODESS. I can hear some wolf whistles and "owwwwww"s and "go grace"s from the crowd until a few minutes later he lets go of my waist and starts clapping. This causes the crowd to start clapping and I get too embarrassed so I sprint back to my table quicker that you can say asdfghjklndjj.

"Never let me do that again!" I say as I sit down and I take my filled glass of sangria and down it.

"But you looked sexy!" Harry says.

"Agreed," Justin follows as her pours me and himself another glass.

"Agreed!" Chris adds, making me laugh. I sink down into my chair not being to handle all of the compliments and wanting to hide my probably tomato looking face.

"Cutie," Justin says, chuckling. I give him a play glare as I rise back up.

I'm fucked already and the night hasn't even begun.