My alarm woke me up at 7:00 exactly with that fucking annoying beeping sound that sounded like a dying bird. I groaned and rolled to the side so I could turn that mf off.
Then I got up and disoriented, I stumbled into the bathroom. I hopped underneath a warm, steamy shower and stood there for a few silent seconds, gathering myself together.
After I got out I put on my black gym leggings, grey crop top and tied up my white superstars from yesterday. I blow dried my damp, blonde hair and put it up into a ponytail before moisturising my face with Palmers Coco Butter. That moisturiser was the shit.
I dragged my suitcase downstairs and slipped my camo bomber on, grabbing my Merc g-wagon car keys and eyeing the house one more time. Mom was still asleep but she knew I was leaving at 8:30.
I was struggling to lift my heavy ass suitcase into the boot of the car when I felt hands slip around my waist.
"Let me help you with that," a sleepy Justin mumbled.
He was dressed in a grey tee, jeans, denim jacket and tan yeezys.
"My pleasure," I turned around and kissed him slowly before stepping aside and watch him lift my huge suitcase into the boot of the car, which was around 1 metre above the ground, easily as if it was as light as a feather.
"Hm I see that boxing does pay off," I smiled. "Get your suitcase in as well and I'll drive us both over to Yazz then,".
He disappeared to his house and I sat behind the wheel, waiting for him. I heard him place his suitcase in the boot then close the door, seconds later he was next to me in the passengers.
"First stop, Starbucks." I looked over to him.
"Fuck yes, I need some caffeine," he ran his fingers through his long dirty blonde hair.
"It's getting long," I laughed before speeding off.
Yasmine lived 20 minutes away, and there was a Starbucks on the way so it was only natural we went through the Starbucks drive thru and got ourselves one of their beautiful, hot Mocha's.
When I pulled into Yasmine's open garage, I noticed Ashton had already gotten there. His red Lambo was already parked.
I knocked on the front door with Justin by my side holding our suitcases.
In seconds the huge, brown oak door was opened and I was greeted with a quick hug from a very energetic Yasmine.
Her newly done twists were up in a thick bun and her edges were layyyyyed. But like me, she had no makeup apart from shiny lip balm and she was wearing a dark grey leggings jumpsuit with a black bomber and black huraches.
"Heyy!!" She squealed.
"You look cute!" I gave her a tired smile.
"Yazz you're on fire," Justin laughed sleepily.
We stepped into her big ass house.
"Oooh I love that chandelier!" I gazed up at the big ass diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
"Looks like Sia could swing from it," Ashton stepped into the hallway, "by the way, I ordered our uber ages ago and I got a notification that it's 5 minutes away, so get your asses ready," he laughed.
"Good morning to you too Ashton," Justin laughed along.
Just as planed 5 minutes later Ashton got a notif that the uber was waiting on us and we calmly packed ourselves into the car and the driver put our suitcases in the boot.
"Can you be as quick as you can please? We have a flight," Yasmine asked the driver politely.
"I'll be extra quick," the driver said in a thick Mexican accent.
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3hrs later we were sitting in an aeroplane and starting to take off.
"I'm so excited!" Yasmine told me, flicking through the touch screen in front of her.
"Me too," I admitted. I just really needed this trip.
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The warm New York breeze met us as we walked out of the airport. It was 7pm and the sun was just setting, we had the most beautiful panorama of the skyscrapers of New York in front of us.
"This is magical," Ashton breathed as we got into a cab.
"Imagine racing our Ferraris through those streets," Justin said, mainly to Ashton.
"I'd beat you all," I smirked then turned to the driver. "28 West 53rd Street, New York please,"
"Oooh, you kids staying in the Baccarat Hotel? Fanciest, most expensive and highest rated hotel in the city!" The cab driver chuckled in the most typical New Yorker accent.
"Yeah well, we deserve it," Yasmine smiled.
"Summer holidays aye? What year you kids be starting off?" He carried on.
"Senior, but I guess you could say we're already working," I laughed sarcastically.
We were all happy and laughing all the way to the hotel.
"You kids have fun, and stay safe!" The cab driver, who we found out was called Trevor, waved us off.
"Thanks so much man, see you!" Justin yelled, already out of the car and taking out all our suitcases.
Yasmine gave Trevor his earned money and we all headed to the big elegant reception.
I gasped as we entered the busy, cool sky scraper. Almost everything was gold and behind the reception desk was a huge mosaic of angels in that 1600 Italian style.
"We have a reservation booked," Justin spoke to the man dressed in black and red uniform with gelled back hair and golden studs in his sleeve cuffs.
"Who is it under the name of Sir?" The man spoke in a posh accent.
"Justin Bieber,"
"That would be penthouse 5, the Angel Suite, floor 100, may I have a proof of ID and booking receipts?"
"Sure, here," Justin took out a sheet of paper neatly folded in half and his passport then handed it over to the man at the desk.
A few silent seconds later the man handed them back along with two sets of keys.
"Enjoy you're stay at ?. Good Evening," he wished us.
"Thank you Sir," beamed Yasmine at him.
"Oh my fucking God this is hella fancy, we're like royalty!" She squealed.
"Honey, we are Royal as fuck," I told her calmly before handing my suitcase over to a luggage boy.
"Penthouse 5 please," Ashton asked him politely.
"Of course Sir," he replied before disappearing with our suitcases.
