Insecurity and Romance; a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Chapter Two; A Voice.

They say 'Roses are red'',

and 'Violets are blue'.

Is it something to describe, you?

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"Breakfast." I'm awaken by a soothing, cheerful voice. I stumble to sit up on the bed, and what lays in the tray on me was the traditional breakfast; Scrambled eggs, sausage, toast and freshly squeezed orange juice waited there for me. I looked up, spotting Pattie, Justin's mother, with a smile across her face.

"Thank you." I smile softly. I stretched out, then started to nibble on the toast. I looked at the window, them remembered, we're on a moving bus. I then looked at the time, 6:47. Wow, I was surprisingly awake. I smiled. "Did you make this, Ms.Mallette?"

"Please, call me Pattie." She started, the preference strong. I smiled, and nodded lightly. "But no," She continued. "Justin made this for you." As I took a bite of my eggs, my expression turned to surprised. He made this? Either way, it was great. It was until halfway through the meal that Justin came in, sitting beside me.

"How is it?" He smiled.

"Great." I responded, looking at him. Again, my stomach fluttered. I finished my juice, then looked at him. "I think I'm going to take a shower, if you have one in here." He chuckled at me.

"Of course we do. Over in the bathroom." He pointed it out. I nodded my thanks, grabbed some paint splattered white jeans, my one shoulder pink top, and of course, my underwear and bra. I went through my essentials bag, grabbing my shampoo, conditioner, dryer, and straightener, and headed towards the bathroom. I place my clothes on the toilet seat, the dryer and straightener on the sink. I slipped off my clothes, and stepped in the shower. As I stepped in, the water stung my skin, but then soothed me as I began to sing.

How can I decide what's right?

When you're clouding up my mind

I can't win your losing fight all the time

How can I ever own what's mine

When you're always taking sides

But you won't take away my pride

No not this time

Not this time

How did we get here?

Well I used to know you so well

How did we get here?

Well I think I know ....

I opened my eyes for a second, then stepped out the shower, wrapping a towel around me, another one I use to dry off my hair.  I plugged my straightener and dryer in, then got dressed, letting the straightener heat up. I grasped the locket necklace once more, putting it around my neck. I dry off my hair a little more before I blowdry my hair, then straighten it, giving it a glossy factor. I put some product in my hair as well. I then slicked it back into a ponytail for the time being. I got my stuff, put it back in my suitcase, then met them out in the living/dining room. I laughed as I entered. Justin had been showing off his 'moves' to his crew, except for me. He looked at me as I laughed. "What's so funny?" He smirked, walking in my direction. "Think you can dance better?"

"Maybe." I chuckled. He smirked, turning the song to a song I was familiar with. Killa, by Cherish. I smiled. He busted a few moves, including his famous jerk. I laughed, doing a simple hip-hop routine to this song. It did consist of some hip rolls, I even added in a few extra moves, making everyone wild. When it got to the rap part of the song, I stopped, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"I might be short and a little on the heavy side, but I got moves." I said, panting softly. He smiled, taking me into an embrace.

"Better bust some of those moves on stage, because we're on our way to Madison Square Garden." He said. I gasped.

"Seriously!?" I smiled wide. He nodded. I squealed softly as I peered through the window. I felt so childish, but I didn't care. I've never been to New York before. Justin came right beside me, as we passed the 'Welcome to New York' sign.

"Exciting?" He smiled, looking over at me.

"Of course. It's my first time here." I respond, looking over at him, smiling back.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"We're going shopping then."

"Oh, great!"

"I'm serious. I can get you a new phone." He took out the iPhone in his pocket.

"Please?" I smiled. "I'd love an iPhone."

"Of course, anything for you." My eyes got reflected of the light outside, and I hoped today would be a good day.

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"Damn, this mall is huge. I feel extra short now." I huffed. Justin chuckled at my face expression, then held onto my hand. I looked at him slightly.

"We have to be close, the paparazzi are swarming." He smiled, clutching my hand tight and walked with me. I looked back up at him.

"By the way, where's your 20 year old girlfriend?" I teased. He sighed.

"She'll be at the stadium when we get there. I just don't want to talk about our relationship right now." I scootched closer to Justin, looking up at him.

"I understand." I looked forward, then asked, "So, where can we find a nice iPhone?" I smiled. "Then I can  get back on my instagram."

"You have instagram?" He asked.

"Yeah, you can get it on android phones, so I got it on my mom's phone for a while."

"I'll have to follow you."

"I'll make sure you do." I smirk, he laughes.

Once we arrive at the store, he tells me, "I'll buy the phone for you, you pick out a case, okay?" I smile, letting go of his hand.

"Alright, Mr.Bieber." I smiled and walked away, looking through the cases. I looked at a couple cute ones, then found one I liked. It was a cute Pink Stitch case. Yes, Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, only pink. I brought it over to Justin, and he  paid for it. He smiled as he handed me the phone and case.

"Thank you Justin, really." I say, his smile reassuring a 'you're welcome', but his voice portrayed another approach.

"It's nothing, anything for you." I grabbed ahold of his hand as we headed toward the food court. But, as soon as we thought, the paparazzi, and fan squealed out towards us. Justin grabbed my hand tighter and ran with me, we finally making it to the food court, with Kevin by our side. We both ordered from Wendy's and sat at one of the tables.

"Is this the typical tour day for you?" I asked, teasing slightly.

"You bet." He chuckled. Kevin slipped next to me with his meal and joined in the conversation.

"I'm the one protecting you two."

"True that." I agreed, laughing slightly.

"What's so funny?" Kevin asks.

"Oh nothing." I shook it off. Justin chuckled under his breath. Kevin ignored it and went on with eating his meal. I plucked each french fry from the box, eating one by one slowly. I had just started my burger about 9 minutes later when Justin asked, "You alright?"

"I'm a little bit cautious about what to eat now, since I'm working with you and all." I admit.

"Don't be." Justin spoke. "Your size doesn't matter to me. As long as you're you, I'm completely fine about what you eat." That made me smile as I took the bite of my Jr. Cheeseburger Deluxe with pride and dignity. Justin smiled at the expression on his face as he shoved his Baconator in his face. I then finished my food and waited for Justin, sipping on my medium Coke. He then finished, and we walked off drinking our Coke, hand in hand.