No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 12: Airport

Rihanna peered out of the tinted window of the Range Rover as it  pulled onto the departure zone. The batons of the neon clad personnel directed the vehicle in the direction to move. She was the only one in the car. All her friends had left New York yesterday. The Range Rover seemed needlessly large and empty without them. The gray concrete of the departure zone seemed a sickly twin to the dull gray sky, which hung above threatening to rain. She could see her jet waiting for the departure from New York.
And there he was, sitting on a black Ducati motorcycle in a black leather jacket, his expression still and solemn as the car approached. He looked like every teenage girls' dream

One of the personnel looked at Justin and motioned for him to come forward with his hand. He pulled closer to the ranger rover and then got off the bike.

Rihanna stepped out of the car, her hands shoved in a tan raincoat. She felt like she was in a movie.

It surprised her however when his face didn't light upon seeing her. Instead Justin's gaze remained solemn, and still.

"You don't stay in the same place for long, do you?" he said.

She smirked. "I'm a busy girl."

He walked towards her.
His brown eyes searched her face, they way one  looks for a favorite book before a long car ride. She could see a crack in his facade, a tear amongst all that smooth swagger and class. Yet his voice was low and distant, almost betraying the ardency of his words. His lips parted.
"When can I see you again?"

Her heart rose on the crest of his words, like a buoy out to sea. She felt so wanted in his presence , in his words, in his thoughts. She remembered how nice it was to be wanted.

She wished she had been lying when she said was busy, alas her schedule was booked for the next 6 months. If only she were free, not of her career, not even of her schedule. Just free for one night like the night she had Monday. She looked into his eyes, looking for what to say.

"Miss Fenty, it's time for you to board." An air personnel said from behind her.

Rihanna looked back at him, and then at Justin. Justin's jaw tensed as his cheek caved in his brow furrowing. His eyes darted across her face helplessly. The mood was getting a little heavy.

"Don't worry, I'll let you know." She said cooly. Rihanna looked at his face gauging his reaction.
Eventually he relaxed, his confidence restored.

Rihanna patted him on the cheek.

She turned around and walked towards the steps of the Jet plane. The metal rail was cool under her fingers.

Just before she ducked her head under the door, she heard his voice from behind her.

"How?" He asked.

The personnel sighed with frustration, another delay. Rihanna twisted around, looking back at him.

"I'll text you."

With that, she disappeared into the portal and and into the body of the jet.

She stretched, releasing a sigh. New York had almost been magical.. A whirlwind in fact. She had never expected to have so much fun at a Met Gala. She usually just thought of these events, or any event that took her away from Barbados, as work. But that Monday,it was more than work, it was wonderful.
As she sat in the seat, she rolled the question over in her head, replaying it like a scene from a favorite movie.

"When can I see you again?"

-END OF CHAPTER-