Patience | Justin Bieber

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Suddenly my subconscious woke. I kept my eyes closed as I could feel the sun shining through my eyelids and that hurt enough. Everything was quite apart from the bus engine, some soft music and quiet chatter throughout the bus. I could feel my self laying across someone's as they caressed my hair.

How the hell did I get here? Are my things packed? Who am I laying on? What happened last night?

All these thoughts rushing through my head caused me to start to panic and I opened my eyes and turned my head abruptly to get up.

FUCK NO. "Ow!" I cried. Not literally but almost I swear.

I turned it back just as fast and reached for my forehead in pain. Why does my head hurt so much? This doesn't feel like a normal hangover what the fuck did I drink.

"Grace, Grace! Calm down! Don't move too much okay?" The soothing male voice says from above me. I turn slowly so I'm laying on  my back, still on them.

"What's going on? Where's my stuff? Why aren't we in Barcelona?" I forced my self to say through the pain.

"Shh shh shhhh," he said, continuing to caress my hair. Sweet baby Jesus that's good, "what's the last thing you remember from last night?"

I pause for a second to scroll through my memories up until the last things I could recall.

"We were at the bar. You bought 2 jäger bombs... but the creepy bar tender gave me mine for free. Then we went to go dance and I don't remember anything after that" I say slowly, still trying to recall all I could remember.

I look up to Justin who is looking out the window. He looks mad for some reason. Did I do something wrong? Shit...

"What's wrong? Did I do something bad?"

He shakes his head, "no, not you"

What does that even mean? Not me? If not me then who else?

Before I could reply, caitlin approaches us with a worried expression on her face. I attempt to sit up again but my head is seriously not agreeing with me.

"Ow god," I say squinting my eyes and Justin gently pull me back down to his lap.

"Don't move, G, stay laying down, okay?"

"Eh fine," I say, defeated. I feel useless and almost claustrophobic. Good thing JB the fucking greatest pillow ever. He can sleep with me any day.

"How are you feeling?" Caitlin says

"My head feels like a million bombs are exploding every time I move and I feel as weak as Justin's pick up game-"

"Oi," he cuts in.

"I only speak the truth bruh," Caitlin laughs, softly, obviously knowing I'm sensitive to sounds and shit atm. Whatta queen.

"I'm glad your sense of humour is still intact"

Well yeah, I'd be fucked without it. Not literally.

I get fucked with it to AYE AYE

Ow fuck my brain, STOP inner monologue-ing, Grace. Ur killin me.

"Were we right?" She says, looking at Justin and he hesitantly nods his head.

"What? What are you right about? What did I do?" She shakes her head.

"You didn't do anything, Grace"

"But it sounds like I did, it seems as if you're mad at me," I say referring to Justin. Did I try to hit on him? Nah I do that every other day lol.

"You didn't do anything," Justin says smiling and shaking his head.

"I'm so confused," I say as I close my eyes. The fuck aren't they telling me????

"I just... I had a theory. And I really didn't want to be right..." he say

"What theory? What happened last night?" Now I'm freaking out.

"So after we had those drinks, you started acting weird. I thought at first it might've just been from the drinking but then you started falling over and stumbling everywhere. I've seen you drunk every other night and last night wasn't the same," I keep my eyes slightly squinted as I pay close attention to every word he says, "you didn't make any sense when you talked and after about an hour you could hardly walk or even open your eyes."

"How did I get back to the apartment?"

Justin didn't reply, he didn't give me eye contact either.

"Justin carried you home. And this morning he packed all your things and carried you onto the  bus so you could sleep." Caitlin says, looking at Justin in admiration. I turn to him, he's low key blushing at this point.

"You did that?" He nods, still not looking at me, "you're my hero" I say somewhat sarcastically, but He really was. After I say that he finally looks at me and I give him a big smile causing him to laugh softly. After a few seconds, my smile drops.

"What was your theory?" He loses his smile and eye contacts again.

"That you... um... that the bartender he... he spiked your drink," my eyes widen and I quietly gasp. WHAT. NO. HE CANT HAVE. I saw him pour the drink! I only looked away for a second to look at Justin. He can't have!

I become frantic and start to lose my breath. I begin squirming a little in Justin's lap becoming over whelmed with what he just told me. As much as I didn't want it to be true. Deep down I knew it was. All the signs pointed straight to it and that's why I was freaking out.

"Grace! Grace! Shh, please calm down. You're okay, you're okay," Justin says as he caresses my thigh and hair. Eventually, after being consoled but both Caitlin and Justin, I calm down a little, and Caitlin returns to the front of the bus.

I turn into Justin more so I am facing his stomach, hugging him. He immediately returns the hug and rubs my back.

"Thank you," is all I can manage to say before I begin to quietly cry into his shirt.