Lost (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 19:

Justin’s POV:

Waking up in the morning I felt great, since I had told Kaylee who I really am I no longer had to keep worrying about her finding out, the only thing that worries me now is people finding out about her, and by people I mean Selena, my parents, my team, the paps, basically the entire world. I slowly get myself up off the bed and make my way downstairs to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. It surprises me when I don’t see Kaylee in her usual spot by the stove, cooking breakfast for everyone, instead I find Ryan in a stool on the island eating cereal with a pout. Ryan still doesn’t notices me which gives me time to take a look around the kitchen, maybe Kaylee is hiding here somewhere ready to jump out and scare me, but she’s not, instead Ryan notices me standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen and gives me a smile follow by a simple ‘good morning’ making me miss the smell of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and freshly made coffee. Before I have a chance to ask Ryan where Kaylee is Chaz walks in with Alfredo behind him, both of them still half asleep yet surprised at the sight of no breakfast.

“Good morning” I say and take a seat infront of Ryan on the island, occupying myself with a spare spoon and a napkin.

“No breakfast?” whines Chaz joining both Ryan and I at the island.

“No” I say and drop the spoon and napkin back to their previous spot. “Where is Kaylee by the way?”

“Don’t know, she wasn’t in her room when I went in to look for her earlier” says Ryan taking another spoonful of the cereal. “I thought maybe she was with one of you or something”

“No? Well not with me” I say as panic starts to slowly grow in my veins. I turn to look at Chaz and Fredo, hopefully they’ll know something.

“Hey don’t look at me, I just woke up” says Chaz defensively putting his hands up infront of him.

“Fredo?” I ask, this time the panic is evident in my voice and to be honest I was panicking as images from the last time Kaylee was missing pop into mind. What if those bastards from last time came back for her? What if she ran away and got into trouble? Or something worst?   I couldn’t do anything but picture the worst case scenarios, I mean the last time she went missing she almost got raped, if I hadn’t reached her in time who knows what they would’ve done to her after they were done with her. My panic keeps increasing by the second, I know Kaylee isn’t mine to worry about, but I can’t help but feel protective of her, I feel responsible for her therefor I don’t want anything bad to happen to her, I want to keep her safe and away from trouble.

“I-I, maybe she went for a run?” answers Fredo.

“Ah fuck not again!” exclaims Ryan getting up from his seat and running upstairs. “I’ll check upstairs, Chaz check downstairs, Fredo get the car and drive around the beach and check if you see her! Just-“

“I’ll ask security and look around the outside and backyard” I answer as I take off towards the front of the house, ready to question security and make them tell me where Kaylee is. The others had already left to their assign places, calling out her name and opening doors looking for any sign of her, no longer hungry or thinking about breakfast. I just hope and pray that she’s alright and nothing has happen to her.

Kaylee’s POV:

“Wow, thank you” I say as I run a hand through my newly styled hair. My hair still felt the same way and kind of looked the same, except lighter and with more volume. When Tristan first started working on my hair I didn’t know what to expect, which frighten me a lot, but now that he’s done and I finally get to look in the mirror I can’t help but smile and feel happy about the decision I’ve made. Would I regret this later? Maybe. Did I do this change for all the wrong reasons? Yeah. But does it matter now? No. I thank Tristan once again before leaving and he responds with a big warm smile, telling me it was his pleasure and he hopes my boyfriend will like it, which gets me thinking and reminds me that there’s four boys waiting for me at home, four boys who don’t know where I am or who with. I just hope they’re not mad at me and understand why I didn’t tell them where I was going.  I quickly pick up my purse and Fredo’s phone from where I had set them down and walk to the front, quickly taking out Alfredo’s wallet and paying Steph on my way out, also leaving her a generous tip for her patience and good advice. Saying a quick goodbye to her I jump inside the car again and beg Eric to start the car as fast as he can and to take me home.