Student Teacher - Justin Bieber

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Bella

Justin groans loudly. He does it again. "Bella!" he groans.

"Justin, shut the hell up!"

"Where's my shirt?"

"I have it on, tough titty."

"What's gotten into you?" Justin asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. He turns me around to look at him, and he has lipstick all over his face.

"You're going to be teaching while I'm in my last semester of college. Once you finish this semester, Justin you're gone and the new graduates will be there. I don't want you to leave, Justin, I want you here with me."

"I'm not going anywhere." He chuckles. "I'm going to teach at a middle school, the middle school you went to."

"Good luck," I breath with a slight smile. "They're horrible down there, especially seventh and eighth. I was down there with Jake and a food fight started."

"I just won't do lunch duty."

"Hey Justin, sing for me."

"That was random, and uhm no, I can't sing." He says, being a little asshole as he says it. I start tickling him knowing he is ticklish. He starts squirming and laughing, until he comes back down on me and starts tickling me. "Alright! Deal! I'll sing for you."

He wraps his arms around me and sighs. Even though, I couldn't see his face I knew his eyes were closed as he started singing One Life. It was beautiful, heartfelt, and it made me want to cry. When I sniffed, Justin looks at me and starts laughing. "You're such a softy." He grins. "No wonder you cried during a wedding scene of a movie."

"It was cute!" I gush. "I'm a sucker for wedding, Bieber. I want my wedding to be big, and fun, and not a cliché."

Justin looks at me. "The perfect wedding would be in Londond, in the snow, but it's too cold for that. So maybe the perfect engagement would be in the snow then the wedding ceremony would be perfect at the first place we met. Or the beach, or in Paris. Or in Ireland for some luck."

Justin doesn't speak afterwards, he just attacks me in a kiss. "I could listen to you talk all day. And honestly all I heard was the first sentence and the first place we met." He says truthfully.

"Well, that just proves you're not a good listener."

"Say it again."

Huffing, I explain everything to him truthfully, and he smiles. "I can afford a trip to Ireland with the help of my friend."

"Who?"

"Niall Horan."

My eyes widen. "Holy shit, you know freaking Niall Horan!?"

"Yeah. He came here to Canada for a concert, and he heard me singing while I was walking down the street. He introduced himself and the record label. I considered it but said no. So now, I'm best friends with him."

"And you don't tell me, loser!"

"I didn't think you'd like them." He chuckles.

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Justin called the pop sensation, and I told him to take the chance at being famous. I said I'll be a background dancer since dancing used to be my past, before dad started acting out.

Niall arrived here in Canada, but he wasn't near Stratford. He's somewhere far, nearest to the USA. Sighing, I messed with Justin's shirt. "Nervous?" he kisses my forehead, taking in the fairly warm weather. We were sitting on the porch, waiting for Niall.

"Yes, he's big - as in famous big, but what if-"

"There's no what if's babe. You gotta believe in yourself. From what I've heard, you're a good dancer." He smiles.

I hear a beep, and I jump. When I look up, I saw blonde hair rising from the limo. Justin waves, and so does Niall. "Hey Justin. This must be Bella." He shakes my hand, and kisses my cheek with a hug.

"It's nice to meet you." I smile nervously. He and Justin start walking about where the studio is, then turns to me.

"Considering we're horrible dancers, it took us a while to find a choreographer, but we got one. They're going to dance with you to one of our songs, and when Justin's done recording you'll dance to his. Sound good?" Niall asks.

"Sounds great!"

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