Patience | Justin Bieber

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"Sooooo, what happened exactly?" Harry says, once Caitlin has finished explaining everything about our cruise. So fkn excited btw eeeeeeeeeeppp.

"Well, we went to sleep like 2 peas in a pod, and when I woke up he couldn't even look at me for more than 2 seconds"

"It looked as if you couldn't look at him when he gave you your headphones before..."

scuuuuuusee me bitch.

"Because he's being weird for no reason and I'm pissed man, not like he was even the slightest bit concerned I didn't look at him anyway, unlike me alllll morning," omg I sound like such a petty bitch but I literally don't care.

"You didn't even look at him though, how would you know?" I give him a raised eyebrow as I lift my legs up onto the seats and face him.

"Okay, Harry, what exact emotions did he portray when I turned a blind eye? Humour me, please," he gives me a smirk because we both know I'm being a bit petty. But like I'm fucking PISSED. Why can't Harry just take my side and bitch about Justin with me???? Ehhhhh

"He seemed hurt if you ask me, my dear," he begins drawing circles and squiggles on my knee with his finger as he speaks and continues talking as we are both look at his finger, "like, he seemed hurt when he first approached you, and then when you hardly acknowledged him. He looked like you were his wife and you just handed him divorce papers or something..."

"Well... well I didn't hand him the divorce papers okay!? He handed them to ME! I didn't do anything wrong okay, you're only seeing a small sliver of the bigger picture and you need to take my side so we can bitch about him together and be petty okay!?" He stops tracing on my knee, causing me to look up to his eyes.

He gives me a soft smile, "you know you don't want to do that," no I don't. I mean... I do want to do that. Justin sucks. He's stupid. He's a meany mean thingy.

Okay that's enough. He's right. Don't be stubborn Grace, just admit defeat.

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Oooooor not?

"Hellooo?" Harry says waving his hand in my face.

"Yes I'm here"

"You know you don't want to do that," He says more sternly with his eyebrows raised.

"Uggghhhhjsndndkdkd" is all I say before I embrace his chest and close my eyes, "I'm going to sleep now," Ive become tired of his shit. Get it.

Tired. Aha.

"Fine, but you're only not speaking because you know I'm right"

"Mhhjhpppfffff," I say into his chest and he chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around me and caresses my back.

Mmmmm. Perhaps I'm destined to be with Harry and not jusdick bieber? Like, Harry ain't famous, I could have a normal life with Harry. I wouldn't have the paps on my back all the time like who r u, what r u doing, how do you get so pretty like that? Ugh that would be so annoying. And Harry has all the same qualities right? Except that he can't sing. But his beautiful British accent makes up for that minor set back so. Ooh but what about Harry Styles?? He's British AND he can sing. AND his names Harry. Double whammy Grace damn. Oh wait but the paps thing again... yeah it'd be like with Justin wouldn't it.... Lol this is stupid how am I ever- Oh shit.

Am I asleep?

Fuck man, this never happens. I must be really tired after only like 3 hours of sleep. Wow so this is what a nap feels like. Interesting...

"Does she hate me?" Wha what. Who was that. Is that my.... conscience? Am I dead?

Is this fucking finding nemo?

"No, dude. She's a bit pissed off though," not my conscience. That was a mans voice.

"Fuck..." on second though.... maybe this is my conscience. I do love to swear so.

"What did you do?" Why are my consciences two different people? And why are they male? And why is one British and one American when I'm Australian?

"She didn't tell you?" Wait is that Justin?

"No she became sad and angry when I mentioned it and fell asleep," the fuck is that Harry?? why are Justin and Harry in my dream? I mean not like that's new but usually they have less clothes on and right now all I can see is black. Perhaps I should open my eyes?

"She was sad? Wait she fell asleep?!" Yeah I fucking know right, crazy shit man, "I fucked it up," nope never mind, not opening my eyes, this is getting good. Where's the popcorn?

"What did you do?"

"I um... we well, we sort of started-" oh fuck no, not in front of Harry! If I cant get with you Justin I want Harry and you're not ruining that for me you selfish bitch. I groan slightly and my body moves indicating I'm bout to wake up.

He stops talking thank GOD.

My eyes flutter open to see Justin leaning on the back of the chair in front of my seat. I'm still laying against Harry and he has his arm around me. But feeling a touch awkward with both my lovers here I slowly pull out of his grasp and sit in my own seat, pulling my legs up to my chest.

"Justin?" I say tiredly as I rub my eyes. He gives me a small smile and he lifts 2 of his fingers from the seat, "what time is it?" I ask as I nestle my head in my arms.

"Summer time," he says and I go wide eyed as I peek over my knees at him. He made a joke. A high school musical one. That's the Justin I know and love. He goes wide eyed as well and immediately becomes awkward, "I uh, I'll be leaving you now," and he stands up from the chair and walks back to where ever he was sitting before. My eye sight remains forward bc I'm still shook at the iconic HSM quote he just made tbh.

Fuck man, for a split second there I thought everything was sweet again. But he's as bipolar as Sharpay.