Mrs. Bieber {Justin Bieber Love Story}

014 *Tourist*

Word Count; 1327

Isabella's Point of View

Justin hugs me tightly when I reach the bottom of the staircase after getting ready for the day, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." I kiss his cheek, "You look very handsome."

"I missed you." He kisses my hair as he puts an arm around my shoulder, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, where are we going?" I ask as we get to the main door or the suite and exit.

"We're having an us day." He smiles, kissing the side of my head.

"Really?" I smile brightly and he nods.

In the elevator, we talk a little bit, mainly me asking where we're going and him refusing to tell me.

"Please tell me." I whine, trying to give him cute puppy dog eyes. I see him try to avoid looking at me and shakes his head, "Ugh, fine." I sigh and hold his hand as we leave the elevator, instantly spotting the paparazzi waiting outside from across the lobby of the hotel.

"I just want one damn day without paparazzi." Justin sighs.

"We're not going to let them ruin our day, babe." I cup his cheeks and peck his lips quickly then pull on his hand so we can continue walking.

As soon as one of the paparazzi spots us in the lobby and starts taking pictures, so do the others, the flashes hurting my eyes. Why do they need the flashes right now, it's day time.

I feel Justin's grip on my hand tighten as he opens the door for me, the yelling of the people around us becoming almost deafening instantly, yelling questions that were obviously supposed to provoke Justin to lash out. They ask about the bruises and why I left for a while, making up things that obviously weren't true. Justin tightens his grip on my hand again and it actually begins to ache but I ignore it because we're almost at the car.

I feel Justin's hand on the small of my back as he opens the door for me and lets me sit down in the car first. I slide across the seats so he doesn't have to push through all of the people surrounding our car already, "Oh my god." He groans and fixes his shirt.

I stay silent because I don't want to anger him further and clip in my seat belt, Justin doing the same. He presses a button which must be a speaker to the front of the car, "Yo, Mikey can we get going now?" He asks and takes his finger off the button.

"We haven't eaten yet, have we?" He turns to me and I shake my head, laughing at the fact he can't remember if he's ate anything yet.

He presses the button again and asks to stop at McDonalds.

"Won't there be food wherever we're going?" I ask, not wanting for the driver to take extra time to detour to McDonalds.

"There might be but it takes a while to get there so we should eat before we get there." He says and I nod. I can't even think about where we could be going.

After going to McDonald's and eating, we're back in the car, watching a movie on the TV thats on the divider between us and the front of the car. I personally thought the TV was the most pointless thing to spend money on but during moments like this when it's a long journey, it's very useful.

I think I end up falling asleep because the next thing I know, Justin is shaking my shoulder softly. I make a noise to tell him I'm awake and sit up and that's when I notice I was laying across the seats. Justin must have moved me. He takes my hand and helps me out of the car as I sleepily mumble about nonsense.

"Where are we?" I ask and look around, not immediately recognising where I am but there's a lot of people walking around.

We begin to walk and that's when I finally see where we are - The Christ The Redeemer statue.