Fallen Hearts ( A Justin Bieber FF )

PART 2 - Sleeping Silently...

The sound of the rain beating down and cars passing by on the motorway soothed me as I slept. I didn’t know how long I had been asleep but if only felt like five minutes. I heard whispering as the car slowed down but I kept my eyes shut, like I was a child again, pretending. Seems like all I do these days ispretend. It has become so easy to fake a smile for the paparazzi, fake a laugh for Justin’s fans, little things like that.

“Finally!!!, we’re here!” Kenny said, rather loudly as he got out the car to do the usual ‘fan checks’.

“Sssshh guys! Keep it down, my girl’s still sleeping!” Justin warned the others as he released his seat belt and rubbed his face. All the hard work must be tiring, but he never complains and never seems to sleep. I lay there, sleeping soundly and for a moment I felt at peace. As usual, the peace didn’t last as Kenny burst back into the car. The hotel was clear and no fans were lurking waiting for autographs and pictures – makes a change.

“Kenny” Justin said, “Would you mind? I really don’t want to wake her, she has been asleep for a while now.” Kenny sighed and walked around the side of the car and opened my door. Justin held on to me protectively so I wouldn’t fall out and carefully released my seat belt. Right on queue, Kenny picked me up, ready to carry me to my room.

*******Later in the hotel room*********

, Justin delicately slid my shoes off my feet as I continued sleeping and wrapped my body up in the duvet, tucking me in. Then, he kicked his shoes off and peeled off his jeans and t-shirt, sliding into the double-bed next to me. His breathing was slow and relaxed and his body cold with only boxer-briefs to cover him. He shuffled towards me and cuddled me for warmth. Cautiously I opened my eyes. He stared me right in the eyes, like he was seeing into my soul. He reached out to stroke my ‘bed head’ hair as we smiled at each other. Justin kissed me softly on my forehead. Soon, drifting off into a deep sleep.

*********The next morning***********

, I was awoken by a loud knock on the door. Expecting Justin to open it, I stayed in bed. But the knock continued, getting louder. Groaning, I got up out of bed and walked over to the door. Justin was in the shower and the smell of shower gel seeped into the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. Damn, my hair was a mess and my make-up was smudged.

Note to self: Remove make-up before going to sleep!

After trying my best to look decent, I opened the hotel room door. I stood there staring at the person that was staring back at me. Oh great. Just what I need first thing in the morning.

To be continued…