Hard To Face Reality | Complete | J.B. | BXB

Chapter 3 - The Truth

Justin's P.O.V

My eyelids flashed open as I felt a large jolt and realized the plane had pulled into the airport and we had landed. I sighed, I had no idea what this vacation would be like. As the flight attendant announced we were free to un-board the plane, I pulled my hood up, and placed my glasses over my face. That should do it.

As I trudged through the airport toward the bag collection, I pulled my phone out to check my messages. I turned it on and several texts from my mum, Ryan and Scooter, flashed on to the screen all asking how my flight was, I just rolled my eyes, none of them believed I could look after myself for two weeks.

Well I need to prove them wrong. As I was pulling my oversized purple suit case of the conveyor belt. Without looking up I forcefully smashed into some guy, hitting heads.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean t-"he started.
"Ouch" I complained trying not to sound rude.
"Sorry I wasn't even looking where I was going" I apologized smiling weakly.
"Its ok dude" a deep croaky voice replied walking of not showing his face. He was a tall muscular guy with golden skin and wearing a black hood hiding his face mimicking my behavior.

Wishing I could have searched is eyes, I watched him walk off in long strides and all I could get out was a small, "hm". I rolled my bag out to the taxi bay and got out my phone to call a taxi, carefully copying the number from the sign, calling the number, ordering the taxi and sitting down.

I stared down at the screen of my phone and decided to put my family at ease. I sent a group text to Ryan, Scooter, Mum and Chaz, explaining I arrived safely and was tired and about to head to the hotel to rest off my jet leg. As I pressed send, I thought about the guy in the hoodie with the deep voice almost as dark as his demeanor.

Why was I so hung up about some guy? It's stupid, I didn't even see his face yet I was obsessing over every aspect of him that I knew. I shook away the thought and got up as the cab rolled up to the side walk I opened the boot and threw my bags in and hopped in the back seat, giving the driver the address as I read it off the pamphlet.

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I opened the royal suite door with the card the lady at reception had given me. I dumped my bags inside the door and began to have a look around. The place was massive, it had a big living room with a flat screen TV and a massive king-sized bed, an ensuite and a hot tub. Awesome!

I stared out at the view from the hotel porch, it was breath-taking. You could see the whole of Rome from here. But I couldn't focus. I couldn't stop thinking about that boy. What the heck Justin? Pull it together, it was just a guy, it's not like your gay. Just forget about him. I forced myself to push the thought out of my naive brain. Just a stupid boy.

I turned around and made my way to the bed room not even bothering to unpack. I drew the blinds and stripped down to my boxers. I put my phone on charge on the bed side table, before climbing under the soft covers.

My eyelids were fighting with my thoughts for sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful guy with the beautiful voice. Wait, what? I seriously just called him beautiful? I shook my head, I am not gay, what the hell? After tossing and turning, for what felt like hours. I crawled out of bed and checked my phone, I groaned. I had been in bed for twenty minutes. I pulled my clothes back on grabbed my phone, and headed out of the hotel room.

I turned on my heel and headed for the elevator making my way down to the lobby, pool area, restaurant and other stuff. I was walking towards the bar when someone tapped on my shoulder and turned to face a reasonably tall guy with soft brown hair a gleaming eyes staring back at me he opened his mouth.

"Justin? Justin Bieber?" he questioned I mentally slapped myself when I realized who it was.

"Liam Payne." I smirked. He chuckled and reached his hand out to greet me, I pulled my hand out of my pocket and shook it.

"You know, I did sort of meet you at the Brits a couple months ago, but we never really formally met." I said with a kind of creepy smile. I instantly dropped my face.

"Yeah anyway, What brings you to Rome?" he asked with a kind smile.

"Well it's a long story that I bet you would not like to here. But I guess you could call it a break from the chaos you could hardly call a life." I explained.

"Believe me I would love to hear your crazy story. Can I buy you a drink?"