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GUYS JUSTIN FUCKING BIEBER AKA MY HUSBAND LOL IS COMING TO MY COUNTRY OMF IM DYING AND ITS GONNA BE BY MY BIRTHDAY WEEK GUYS IM CRYING YESSSS IM GOING IVE GOT MY TICKET WHICH IS FRONT ZONE STANDING AND IM GOING WITH MY FRIEND NAMED HOLLY LOL HOW FUNNY OKAY ENJOY AND LOVE YOUU

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Holly-May

"We've got a whole day tomorrow until you preform the next day." I yawn.

"Well what do you wanna do tomorrow?" Justin asks looking at me

"We could go shopping?" I ask slowly and Justin raises an eyebrow

"Or, go on a date?" I joke and he just starts to smirk

"Well that was easy." Justin says

I rolled my eyes, "I'm kidding, what do you think the staff will say if they find out we went on a date anyways?" I say hopping off Justin's couch to the small kitchen to get myself some cold water.

Justin follows me sitting down on the chairs at the island table and starts reading a German newspaper with his cute glasses on. Why is he reading a German newspaper.
It's in German, dumb ass.

"Don't worry about the staff, imagine what the fans will say." He says still reading his 'newspaper'.

I think about it for a while, while pouring myself a cup of cold water. They would love me... right?

"They wouldn't say anything, they love me." I shrug drinking my water

Justin looks up and gives me a good stare after what I said. Can you not wear those glasses I can't concentrate when he's wearing them, or even take him seriously

"well," he pauses, "i wouldn't say that." Justin laughs

"What?" I say clearly offended

"You're just like the other girls, wait well not like the other girls, but some fans do that when i hang out with girls, girls get hated on, well they get hated on worse than you do but you're kind of." He explains

"Why would they hate me?"I ask facing Justin and we are opposite each other.

"One," he says putting out a one with his finger, "they think you're pretty, and two," he puts another finger out, "is that you have a vagina."

I burst into laughter, Justin joining right after
Woah. Okay he's not wrong but still.

"Okay name things why they wouldn't hate me." I nod knowing there's a lot to this question.

He shrugs,"well because you're not famous," I look at him '"so they could think you're a fan?"

Well I can't argue with that. I still am a fan though. A lucky fan in fact.

"Makes sense" i nod in agreement

he nods as well, going back to his newspaper

"okay well that's enough ranting, im going to let you finish that german newspaper and I'm going back to my room, bye Justin." I say heading to the door.

"No don't leave." Justin pouts.

"I need to shower and it's 10:30 , just text me and I'll see you tomorrow." i explained

"can i come." Justin asks, wanting to come back to my room with me

"No you've never slept in your hotel room." I say

"You don't like me sleeping with you?" He asks

I do.

"You don't like sleeping alone?" I ask