In Love With A Royal (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Shit, this place is huge." Justin slurred as we went stumbling into my hotel room once I had managed to find my key. I was so used to having Felix by my side, doing everything for me that it occurred to myself that maybe I was getting a little too used to it.

"It's just a hotel room." I shook my head as though it was no big deal however, Justin didn't seem to agree.

"It's bigger than mine. This has to be like the top suite surely?"

I watched as Justin began making his way around the room, touching every furnishing he came in contact with. He eyed up the many statues and paintings before looking into the bedroom where the Queen sized bed sat.

"Who are you? Should I have asked?"

I suddenly fell into panic as this question had been something I had desperately wanted to avoid all night. I couldn't have Justin knowing who I was, not right now. I wanted to make the most of this night before he started treating me like I was untouchable instead of a real person.

"I must be somebody to have a room like this." I smiled, trying my hardest to force a teasing tone. "Or, I could have just made really good friends with the owner."

I knew my 'jokes' were bad and even I was cringing as I spoke however, Justin wasn't sober enough to notice. Instead he just chuckled along before making his way back over and laced his arms around my body.

Pulling me close, he didn't waste anytime in kissing me again and I kissed him back. I knew how wrong this was. I knew that it was going against everything I had been raised to do but I couldn't help myself.

I was suddenly experiencing a sense of freedom and what I felt like to be normal. All my life I had been controlled in every aspect of my life.

Everyday I had to put on a smile and play up to the Royal name I had been born into. Everyday I had to be composed and act like I was perfect when in actual fact, I was far from that.

We were displaying our country and the whole world with such a fake image and I hated it. My mother always insisted it was to give them hope. It was to provide them with something to believe in and as a royal it was our duty to do that. However, I just saw it all as a lie that felt more wrong than anything else.

"Fuck, this dress looks so hot." Justin murmured into my ear before his eyes scaled down to look at me.

Although I'm sure my designer wouldn't have been too pleased with the comment and would have preferred something along the lines of 'beautiful' or 'immaculate', I appreciated it anyway.

As Justin's lips met mine again, I didn't refrain from kissing him back and soaked up every single second of this. I knew after tonight things would go back to normal so I wanted to appreciate it while I could.

Therefore, when his hands began to trail over my body and we somehow ended up in my bedroom, I didn't refuse and instead agreed to every single thing that was happening.

In my fuzzy head, this all felt so right and I no longer cared about any rules that had been placed on me. I was finally able to enjoy a heated night with some guy I had heard on the radio one too many times, all while acting like I was just some average girl and not The Princess of England.

...

"You have to leave!" I repeated over and over again yet wasn't getting any response. "Justin! Wake up!"

It was early the next morning and I had about an hour before I needed to be dressed and in my car on the way back to the palace. We had a dinner today with many of those involved with the charity and if I was late I knew my mother would not be best pleased.

When I had first woken in the arms of a strange man, I had panicked until all the memories of the previous night returned. I was full of so much regret as I knew I had done everything I had always been warned away from and failed the royal code hugely.

"Please just wake up. You really need to go!"

Giving Justin one last shake, he did finally wake up with a groggily stir showing he could have slept for many hours longer. I didn't have time for those many hours though as I had places I was expected and time was running out.

As Justin finally forced himself into a sitting up position, he didn't look as flustered as I clearly was. Instead, he was making this whole thing seem normal and that made me feel evidently more uncomfortable.

"I'm going, I'm going." He mumbled before reaching out for my hand and urging me towards him. "I had a good night...." He trailed off, causing anger to erupt through me once I realised he had forgotten my name.

"Lilianna." I snapped and as he then tried to stroke his fingers across my cheek, I pulled away knowing exactly what he was about to try.

"Lilianna." Justin repeated before reaching for his trousers that laid on the floor and pulled out a piece of scrunched up paper. "Do you have a pen?"

"Um..." I began eyeing around the room before finding one laying on the table and holding it out towards him.

When he then passed the scrunched up paper over to me, a frown fell across my face as I looked down to it. 

"Can you sign it?" He questioned simply and it was then it hit me what this was and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "Sorry, my lawyer just nags that I get the girl to sign it. I can't risk having you run to the news to sell stories on me."

"You think I'm going to sell a story on you?" I asked with a grin across my face as it was still humorous that he didn't know who I was.

He thought I was just some girl who would sleep with him and then so happily sell a story of my night with him for the money. Little did he know I wasn't after any money and this situation was also something I didn't want to be sharing for the world. It would not go down well with the palace or the whole of England for that matter of fact.

"Who knows... it's happened before." Justin smirked before nudging my side. "I'm joking. I don't think you will but I'll be killed if I don't make you do it."

"Then I need you to sign mine too." I replied before taking my more neater paper off the side and passing him the pen.

Justin looked to it in surprise as shock as he really did not expect this reaction. He had clearly never had anything ask him to sign something to prevent him selling a story so this was a new experience.

I could tell he was now starting to really consider who I was. He knew there must be a reason I would hold such a form however, I wasn't going to be the one to tell him. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and watched with a chuffed smile on my face as he left the hotel room.

I may be full of regret due to the risk I had just caused for my reputation but it was nice to see him suffer a little from it too.