Patience | Justin Bieber

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I stand up from the table not bearing to stay sitting at table number 2 FUCKING AWKWARD THANKYOU VERYMUCH. Plus I've completely lost my appetite which is weird bc Justin still looks as delicious as ever and Mikey ain't ugly that for sure.

"Where are you going? You barely touched your breakfast?" Mikey says.

"I uh, just remembered I already ate... yeah..."

"But it's 7am..." dude I'm such a bad liar. Watch me fail at life right now>>>

"Yes... I ate at um, 5..."

"The buffet opens at 6..."

"Did I say 5? I meant 6..."

"Okay cut the shit, what the hell is going on," Mikey says sternly as he looks between Justin and I. Justin's looking down at his plate moving his food around like me before. Neither of us speak. I don't because I actually don't have an explanation for 'what the hell is going on'. So instead I just look at Justin, waiting for him to speak.

And I wait.

And wait.

And wait a bit more.

Nope nothing. Cool. Awesome. Fanfairytastic.

"Nothing I'm just not hungry," and I grab my plate and run for the hills before Mikey can stop me again. Until I spot-

The Nutella croissants.

No Grace, you can't. If Mikey sees you he'll ask more questions.

But they are NUTELLA croissants.

I can't.

I must.

I sprint over the grab 2 before running to another table with Alana and Emily.

"Goooood morning my Sunshines," I say as cool as a cucumber and I take a seat next to Emily.

"Morninggggg," they both say in unison.

I sit and talk to the girls for a solid 20 minutes before I decide to head off back to the room for my last checks before we leave. I manage to make it to the elevator before I'm stopped by Mikey. Oh shit, here we goooooo...

"I thought you weren't hungry," he says with his eyebrows raised as he holds his arm out blocking the elevator doors. We get it Mikey, I was lying. Don't be petty, Betty, like DAMN.

"I.... wasn't.... and then I got hungry.... again.... after... yeah," remind me never to sign an acting contract.

"What did he do?" Fuck he can read my mind.

"What... who? No one.. I mean nothing... he did nothing I swear," technically I'm NOT lying because he actually didn't do anything. That's the fucking point. He gives me a narrow look as the doors of the elevator open and he finally moves so we can both get in. I stand in the front corner behind the front of the elevator. Like in front of the buttons if unowhatImean. Mikeys on the 3rd floor and I'm on the 5th one.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?" He says as the doors close.

"Am not"

"Are to"

"Am not!"

"Mikey, hold the elevator!" Someone yells as they run closer. Mikey clicks the doors open button as he gives me a pointed look. Da FAQ is that for?

Oh.

OHHHHHH. THATS what THE look IS for.

When he first steps in the elevator he turns his head sharply to me, hidden behind in front of the buttons. At first he gives me a closed mouth smile but then his eyes shoot away and he moves to the opposite corner of the elevator. OKay legit man, do I smell? Because I had a shower last night and I use this honey milk vanilla bean soap stuff that I thought smelt really nice but now I'm second guessing myself.

The doors close and it's completely silent until we reach mikeys floor. Mikey looks between both of us the whole time, awkwardly, I look between Mikey, Justin and the floor the whole time, awkwardly, and Justin stare at he floor. The whole time. Awkwardly 🙃

When the door opens, Mikey walks out with out a word. Once he steps out he turns around causing Justin to look up front he floor to look at him.

"Sort your shit out, love birds" and he turns and walks away. OMFGSJQJNSKDJWJDNDJSJ WHY MAN Y U DO THIS TO ME LIKE FK U BRUH AHHHHH

The elevator doors close, leaving Justin and I in silence yet again. I turn to him hoping for SOME TYPE HUMAN INTERACTION IDK IM A BIT DEPRIVED GUYS???!1!?1!?1?!?

But aaaa no.

He thinks the elevator floor is more interesting than I am so. I mean in the floors defence it's quite colourful with lots of shapes so I guess it's a bit of a stalemate between us.

*ding level 5* the monotone elevator lady says before the doors open and I sprint out not being able to handle how uncomfortable he's making me feel right now. It's beginning to upset me and also piss me off. But I won't let it run my holiday. I refuse. Cruise today, unlimited drinks, I'm getting fucked off mojitos and frozen daiquiris at 10 in the morning and no one is going to stop me.

I quickly open the door and grab my suit case before I can be left alone in a room with him. I leave the door attached to the latch on the wall because I don't want to be rude and close it on him, then I exit the room as he enters, not giving me any eye contacts what so ever.

When I make it to the bus outside, most people are already on the bus and I quickly load my bag into the bottom department before getting on. I find a spare spot next to Harry, thank u lord, and tuck my phone and charger into the pocket before I sit down.

"Good morning, love," he says in his beautiful English accent I'm still not over. I lean my head on his should before exhaling loudly.

"Is it?" I say without thinking. His hand moves to grip my thigh, not in a sexual way. I wish.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" He says. Oh nothing I just want 2 die bc Justin hates me and idk why. No biggie. I'm fine. I'm sweet as a... as a... as a fucking lemon.

"Hey Grace, you left these on the bedside table," I heard from above me before a pair of white apple headphones cascade down before my eyes held up by a pair of strong and very recognisable hands. I can't bear to look home in the eye, so I just take them from his hands and give him a quick "thanks".

He stands there for a few seconds more before he lightly, but noticeably hits the top of my seat with his fist and then walks away. Sitting god knows where and with who because I refuse to look back.

"Oh," Harry says. Exactly.

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Sorry for the wait, I'll try to write this story more often fam :))