It's Not Too Late ||Sequel of MINTL|| ||Jiley||

Soo here's the sequel some of you asked for... I hope you like it :)

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One year ago I never would've thought this would be my life. We got married a couple of months ago and I am blessed to be his wife. He fixed a new -or what you could call new- warehouse for just the two of us. After a lot of arguing with my mom and Jake, they finally let me move in with him eventhough they know what he does for a living. I graduated one month ago, but I'm not going to do anything with it. As long as Justin is here I won't have to worry about work or money. Anyways, tomorrow we're going back to Los Angelos to Selena and all my other friends I left behind. My mom promised me that if I passed my exams. And I did. Ever since Justin came back from rehab he has been in such a good mood. Not that I minded his anger attacks sometimes, I learned to deal with it. But it's nice to know he quitted. Demi isn't dating Alfredo anymore though, that only lasted for two months since Justins proposal. But they're still friends. A bit awkward sometimes, but it don't matter. I just came back from the baker for some bread. I fish my keys out of my pocket and open the front door. I slam the door closed behind me and walk to the kitchen, pecking Justin on his lips before putting the bags down. I put the things on the right place in the kitchen and sit down on the couch. "Have you already packed your bags?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "No, haven't had the time for that." He says and I nod slowly. Without saying anything I walk the stairs up. I walk the second stairs up to the attic and turn the lights on. Between the dusty old boxes I grab my suitcase and take it back down to the first floor. I throw some of my old summer clothes inside of the suitcase, some old sneakers and bikinis. Once I packed I walk downstairs and rubble through the drawers of our closet in the livingroom. "Do you know where our passports are?" I ask Justin and stroke my hair back with my hand. He clears his throat and looks up from his phone. "Yeah, I put yours in your handbag and mine in my backpack." He says and focusses on his phone again. I roll my eyes and spit through my handbag. Luckily he's right. Our flight leaves tomorrow morning at 7 am. I hate early flights. I sit down on the couch and sigh, staring at some point in the distance. "You shouldn't worry that much babe. It will be allright." Justin says and smiles. I press my lips into a firm line and sigh again. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. Especially not with all your "enemies". I've been seeing all kinds of vague persons lately, following me or looking at me. It scares the hell out of me." I say and turn my head to his. "You do? You should've told me before." He says and looks at me. "Would it have changed anything if I did?" I ask him. I bite on a lose piece of skin on my lip till I pull it off. "No but I do want you to be safe, tell me everything that uncomforts you okay?" He reinsures me and I nod. I rub in my eyes and stand up, making some sandwiches for us tomorrow morning. I grab the butter from the drawer and spread it across the bread. I get interrupted by my vibrating phone. "Hello?" I say and put the knife down. "Hey am I speaking to miss Cyrus?" A low man voice asks me and I make eye contact with Justin. "Yeah? What do you want?" I ask him. "Is your husband Mr Bieber?" He asks me and I walk towards Justin. He notices that there's something wrong and stands up, holding his head close to my phone. "Yes, why?" I ask and blink a couple of times. Suddenly the line went dead and multiple beeps follow, meaning he hung up. "Who was that?" Justin asks me. "Someone, he didn't say his name." I say and frown, unknown number. "Weird." He says and sits down again. "But he sounded like someone I spoke to before." With that I grabbed Justin's attention and he turns his head to me. "Who?" He asks. "I don't remember, I only reqognized his voice but I can't picture him." I say and put my phone in my pocket again. "If another private number calls you and I'm near, don't pick up till I'm there okay?" He says and I nod. And I thought this all ended months ago.

My alarm wakes me up and I turn it off. Justin has his bare back turned to me. He coughs one time and stretches his arms before he turns and lays on his back. I yawn and smile at him. I crawl closer to him and lay my hand on his chest. His warmth radiats on my hand. I feel his heart pumping against inside his chest. "Today's the day, huh?" He says and turns his head to me with a bright smile on his face. It almost made me forget about the call yesterday. "Yep, it's pretty exciting too. Like, I don't know if my friendships are still the same. I've let Selena down a lot lately." I sigh and stare at my hands. "It'll be allright babe." He smiles and pecks my lips. I had a reason I did that though. The only thing she could talk about was these new "friends" she made when she went to college. And about that she goes to parties every weekend to get wasted and high as fuck. I don't care about that right? She used to be so different, less caring about her outside image. I saw some photos on Facebook and it almost got me throwing up. She dresses like some cheap whore. She has totally lost control over herself since she met Taylor and got to college with her. Doesn't matter though, I got my life here and she's got hers there. "What're you thinking about?" Justin asks me and stars with his big loyal brown eyes into mine. "Nothing special." I answer and smile. My feet carry me to the closet and I pull white bleached waist shorts out and a blue top. The blue top compliments my eyes according to Justin. Justin pulls himself out of the bed too and puts some trainer pants on and a sweater with a t-shirt underneath it. He looks like how I always imagine when I think about him. It was the first day I saw him too and his outfit was kinda alike to this one. I don't know, it has got something careless and hot to it. He walks out of the door and I follow him. I walk down the transparent stairs with low white lights underneath them. It's a pretty cool staircase. Justin claps in his hands and the lights in the kitchen switch on. I sit down on the bar and eat a can of yoghurt. I am so nervous for something wrong to happen. I check my phone every single minute to see if the anonymous caller called me again. After we ate something, we walked to the car and got in. Justin threw the suitcases in the back of the car and drove away to the airport.

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That's what I got so far :) Thanks for reading this sequel of Maybe It's Not Too Late ♥

Comments about if I should continue and votes are VERY appreciated!