Patience | Justin Bieber

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"Alright, enough of this soppy mess!" I say as I stand up and walk over to the bed, "cmon let's watch a movie," I pat beside me and he follows, taking a seat and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Ye bby.

"What are we watching?" He says as I turn the TV on and flip through what they have.

"Welllllllll, it looks like the only English speaking movie they have isssssss The Notebook.... well so much for cutting the soppy mess..."

"Let's watch it," he says as he takes the remote from my hand and clicks onto the movie.

"Ive never seen it, will I cry?" He turns his head to me, abruptly.

"You never seen The Notebook?"

"I've seen that what do you want? Meme a couple times... does that count?"

"Oh my god, were watching it," he says and clicks the movie to begin it. Fuckin..... good thing I'm not wearing any makeup I guess....

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My eyes have been glued to the to the tv screen for the past couple of hours or so now. This movie is incredible and I don't know why I have never seen it before. It's a textbook romance film. It's like THE romance film. At this very moment, Noah has just triggered Allie to remember him and I want the cry of happine-

No.

She just forgot.

GETSG FUCKED NOO SHIT FUCKER DAMIT SHITFUCKING HELL ARE YOU KIDDING ME NOAH NO NOAH OH ALLIE WHY PLEAS JESUS FUCKING-

here come the waterfalls.

And when I think I'm able to hold them back, Justin squeezes me. HE SQUEEZED THE TEARS FROM MY EYES.

I look up at him with LEGIT TEARS coming out of my fucking TEAR DUCTS. And you know what I see???

I SEE HIM CRYING TOO.

WHICH ONLY MAKES ME WANT TO CRY MORE

All I can manage to say is, "Fuck you," in a shaky, hushed tone. A few years escaping my eyes as I look back to the tv.

"What did I do?" He whispers shakily into my ear.

"Stop crying you pussy," I says crying a little harder. Not full blown, but you can definitely see I'm crying.

"Get fucked, you bitch," he says squeezing me as he cries and laughs at the same time, causing me to do the same.

Eventually the movie ends and I turn on my phone to see the time.

"What did you think?" He says looking down at me with red puffy eyes that I find strangely adorable. I decide to not give him the satisfaction of my satisfaction. He knows I loved it, I cried ffs. Balled my blooming eyes out.

"It's 1 am," I say and I rub my eyes from crying and also out of tiredness.

"Mmmmmm," he moans as he cuddles into my chest with his arms around my stomach, I play with his hair as he continues, "you loved it, almost as much as you love me."

I don't know why but I felt a little flustered after he said that. Yeah I know he was kidding... but I got butterflies for some reason... I've known him for what? 10?  11 days? Minimum I suppose... I've spent a hell of a lot of time with him.. and, as expected, I've been growing feelings for him. I don't know what kinda feelings exactly. We're great friends... but there's something else there, I can feel it. I don't love him. Not yet anyway, but if things keep going the way they're going, by the end of the tour, I don't know if I will be able to say the same thing....

"Mmm," I hum, still deep in thought, looking off into the distance somewhere. He looks up at me, with furrowed eyebrows and I look down, "what?"

"You're thinking about something, what's up?" He says as he moves up so we are at an equal height but still close, laying beside each other. We've been making a habit out of having late night conversations, we've usually sobered up by the time we talk or one of us is still a little drunk, but that just makes it more entertaining. Tonight however, I was thinking rather embarrassing thoughts, and I didn't feel the need to express how I felt about Justin, especially this soon.

Is it soon? Am I over thinking this? I mean yeah I over think everything but like... it's too soon.

"Nothing," I say and immediately regret because I have never said that to him before. He'll know something is up. My thoughts are confirmed when he furrows his eyebrows again.

"Now I know you're not telling me something," he leans up so he's resting his head on his hand.

"I loved the movie," I say as I trace around the little crown tattoo on his chest with my finger. I  avoid eye contact in fear he'll read my mind or something.

He grabs my wrist softly, causing me to look up at him with a confused expression.

"And what about me?" He says, catching me off guard.

"What? What about you?"

"I know I was kidding about you loving me, but...." now he's the one looking flustered, "how do you feel about me?"

Fuck, shit, fuck.

"I... I...." fuck I don't know what to say. I want to tell him I low key like him but what if he doesn't feel the same? How fucking embarrassing... and even then, it's not like anything will happen right? A travelling fling and then nothing. I don't want a travelling fling.... I don't know what I want.... "I don't know..."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Fucking really?

"Well how do you feel about me?" Let's give him a taste of his own medicine, shall we?

"I... I.... I don't know...." I knew it.

"See, Justin, I don't know is a perfectly logical answer because we both don't know what to say because-" he cut me off.

With a kiss.

A totally, cliche, cheesy, romantic movie, fireworks kinda kiss.

Oh, fuck.

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