Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

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Hanna's POV:

"Mc Donalds?" Justin asks me as we pull out of the theater.

"Yes!" I say excitedly. I hope Justin's having fun. What if he just wants to go home?

"Cool, what would you like, my lady?" He asks elegantly, and I giggle.

"Chicken nuggets and a chocolate shake," I say.

After a few minutes we pull into the drive thru.

"Hey, can I have 20 chicken nuggets and one vanilla shake, one chocolate?" Justin asks.

"Your total is $12.73, first window," the man says on the other side.

"20 chicken nuggets?" I ask, confused, and laughing a little. That's a lot.

"I have 10, you have 10, or I have 15, you have 5, doesn't matter," he says with a laugh, and I raise my eyebrow. He knows how I feel about him taking more of the food.

"I'm just kidding, Mads, we're splitting it," he says, putting his hand on my thigh. I missed him. I really did.

After we leave from Mc Donalds, we take the road out of town. 

"Where are we going?" I ask, sipping my shake.

"You'll see."

We drive further out of town.

After 4 hours, we finally pull into a parking garage. Parking garage? It's midnight, and I have no clue where we are. 

"Justin.. what is this?" I ask nervously, and he opens my door for me, and takes my hand.

"Come with me, baby. It's okay," he reassures me, and pulls me into what looks like a lobby. We get in an elevator and he presses the button for the 6th floor.

Once the elevator stops, we walk into a dark room. 

"Ready?" Justin asks.

"I don't know," I giggle. He laughs and flicks on the lights.

I look around. It's beautiful.

"This is my new beach condo, welcome to Florida," he says with a smile, and hugs me.

"This is beautiful, Justin! I love you," I spit out, and I imeadiatly want to take it back. Why did I say that?

"I love you too, Madison," he says, and gently kisses my lips. 

"Here is the chicken, baby," he says, setting it on the table, and he turns the lights off and lights candles.

"Wow," I say nodding, laughing.

"I just gotta set the mood right," he laughs, and sits across from me, eating the chicken too. 

By the time we're done with chicken, its 1 am.

"This was the best first date," I say, kissing him. 

"It's not over yet, how about some netflix? We never got to finish Gossip Girl," he says, and I laugh. Justin enjoys that show, he'd just never admit it to anyone.

"Okay, you unfold the bed, I'll get the show ready," I say.

"Deal!" he says, and he unfolds the couch bed, and brings in comfortors from his master bedroom to this couch, as I get the show ready and turn on the fireplace. 

We cuddle next to each other under the furry blankets, as the gossip girl intro comes on.

'You know you love me, xoxo, Gossip Girl.'

As we watch, I reminise about the day in my mind. Justin is definately a romantic. I mean, renting out a theater, mcdonalds, and a condo in warm florida? That's a first date that will never be topped. I love the feeling of a new relationship, you know? No one knows about us yet, it's personal, just us, and we are falling in love again, and it feels amazing.

Justin's POV:

Madison cracks up at one of Blair's witty remarks. This show is literally her life, and it makes me happy that she's even happier watching it with me. Of course, what Madison doesn't know is that I don't actually like this show very much, but for her, I would do anything to see her happy, because I love her. 

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In the morning, I wake up, and Madison isn't next to me. "Mad?" I call out, and I hear her in the kitchen.

I get up and find her making my favorite, waffles. 

"Babe, you didn't have to," I say with a smile, and she giggles.

"I know.''

After we eat, Madison turns on the radio as I go to take a shower.

"I'll be right back, babe," I say, and I jump into the steaming shower.

I can hear the radio from here, and I hesitate when I hear the person say, "This is Justin Bieber's song, reportedly written about his on again off again girlfriend, Hanna, who apparantly changed her name to Madison. Here's Recovery, by the Biebs himself."

No, this can't happen. Madison can't hear the song. It's to embarrasing! All I do is sing about my feelings, and I sound like a little girl. I jump out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and I run into the living room.

Madison is staring at the radio with a smirk on her face. Dammit.

"Justin.." she starts.

"Listen, Madison, it's stupid, I know," I say, but she shakes her head.

"It's perfect! It's literally the sweetest thing that i've ever heard."

I smile and she runs and hugs me, crashing into my bare, wet chest, but she hugs me tightly, like she used to.

And it feels like I'm on top of the world.