Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Twenty-Two:- The Handsome & The Beautiful

~Justin's point of view~


We finally got out from that store after I got my outfit. We stood in front of the store. Darielle stood in front of me as she scanned me head to toe. She smiled as she stared into my eyes. "You look different." She spoke with a grin on her lips. I bit my lip. "Really?" I asked with hope in my voice. She nodded. "Really."



        I wore a simple outfit, really. A white V-neck T-shirt and a pair of black pants that seemed to sag a little but Darielle said that it's the trend. I just followed whatever she says. "So, where to next?" I asked as I looked down. "Your last makeover." She spoke ever so softly making me blush a little. "W-What is it?" I stammered.



        "Time for a haircut."



        Okay, wearing new shoes is cool. Getting new clothes is fun. But, getting your hair cut? I feel as if I'm going to cut my brain! "No way." I shook my head as I tried to pull my wrist from Darielle's strong hold on my wrist. "Oh, c'mon. It's not like they're going to shave your hair bald." She said as she tried to pull me again.



        
        "I don't want to cut my hair!" I exclaimed like a little kid not wanting to go into the dentist. All of a sudden, I felt my wrist being released and stumbling back. I hissed as I rubbed my now red wrist. Wow, Darielle had a good strong grip! I look up to see her sighing with a glint of disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry." I raised my eyebrow. "I shouldn't have forced you. It's your choice and I should respect it."



        I stared at her. "C'mon, let's go back to our rooms. We could still make it to the party." She half smiled before turning around and walking away. I sighed and thumped my own forehead. Oh, damn you Justin! Darielle's trying to help you and you'r pushing her away! How gentlemanly. I groaned before I jogged to catch up to Darielle.



        "Darielle, wait." She stopped and turned around. I sighed as I stared into her eyes. "I-I'll do it." I bit my lip hoping I didn't regret this. I looked down to see her with a wide smile spread upon her face. "Alrighty then. You're going to thank me afterwards." She winked before walking into the barber shop. I cursed under breath.



        Well hope and pray, Justin. Hope and . . . pray.

 

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        It felt like hours for the lady to get my hair cut. An honestly, my eyes were tightly shut since the moment that lady touched my flat floppy hair. "And . . . viola! It is done!" She was french and one of those typical diva kind (no offence). "My, my, you are a very handsome masterpiece!" She said in her high pitch voice before going somewhere since the sound of her voice faded.



        "Justin." Oh wow, I can never get over the fact of how angelic the sound of her voice when she said my name. "You can open your eyes now." She spoke softly. I was about to until some thoughts appeared in my mind. What if I look horrible? Wait, the lady did say I was a 'handsome masterpiece'. But, maybe she was being modest. What if I look awful than before. "Justin," Darielle's voice had somehow become like a lullaby to me. Like when a baby starts whining or sobbing, the mother's voice calmed them down.



        "It's okay. You look very handsome. Trust me. Just open your eyes," I felt her warm hands on my shoulder which gave me goosebumps somehow. "And take a leap of faith." Well, that sounded cheesy. I pushed that thought away and tried to open my eyes. I slowly flutter my eye lids open. My vision was blurry due to how long I shut my eyes.



        Once I had my vision cleared, I stared into the mirror. I couldn't believe who I saw. Is that really me? How can it be? I can't be . . . How did that lady do it? "You love it, don't you?" Darielle smiled which I could see through the mirror. I just simply nodded in disbelief. "My hair. . ." I whispered as I turned my head side to side, surprised that I could see my whole face instead of flipping my hair every now and then.



        "I-I've never . . . Wow." I was still in daze that I couldn't make up any words. My hair was all quaffed up and I looked like . . . Like . . . Like not a nerd neither a dork! I was too in a daze to realized that Darielle went out the door. I quickly followed her after I said a quick 'Thank You' to the lady who did my hair.



        I caught up to Darielle. Soon, we were normally walking, headed back to our rooms. I carried all the bags that were filled with . . . My stuff. Wow, I feel like I'm a girl. "Umm, Darielle?" I spoke making her turn her head to me. "Yeah?" I bit my lip as I breathed out. "T-Thanks . . . For doing this . . . For me." I felt my face grew warm which seemed amusing to her.



        "Your welcome. Anything to help." She grinned before turning her head forward. "So, umm . . . What time does the party starts?" I asked trying to break the awkwardness. She looks down to her watch. "Oh, it's 7.30 p.m. and the party starts at 8.15 p.m. We better hurry." She says as she picked up her pace while I followed her actions.

 

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        I know girls take forever to get dress but I didn't think Darielle could even take more than 10 minutes inside there. I mean, she's always on time whenever I got into trouble with David but getting a simple party outfit on for more than that . . . ? Darielle is seriously confusing. I decided to just wear the outfit I wore just now. It was simple.



        Okay, it's not. I couldn't even choose which underwear to wear. I decided to just wear that and a simple black cap that and a simple black cap which I turned it backwards. When I saw my getup, I thought it looks complete. I moaned for the fifth time since I now know that she isn't going to come out anytime soon. So, might as well read a book.



        Before I could reach inside my bag, I heard the door creak. I turned around to find myself being hypnotized. I couldn't believe I was staring at her. She looked so stunning. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. Darielle stood there in her strapless red mini dress which hugged her body very nicely. It showed much skin and I think I was as red as a tomato because I'm blushing real hard right now.

        She's making me even more nervous by her sly smile as she looked at me. Her long wavy hair which she blow dried it and her eyes looked more mysterious this time since she put on eye shadow and mascara but personally I liked it better when she doesn't wear any make up. Finally, her lips were coated in striking red lipstick which made my knees go weak.



        In fact, her whole appearance made me want to collapse. She gracefully walked towards me. Once she's in front of me, she scanned me from head to toe. "Hmm, you did a good job by putting the cap on." She grinned as I hesitantly nodded. "You look handsome, Bieber." She gave a toothy smile yet it was still sly. I had to compliment her back but nothing came out.



        She crossed her arms against her chest. "Anything you want to say, Bieber?" She drawled in a tone that made my heart flutter. I opened my mouth. But all that came out was, Aush . . . Gaaa . . . Yiuuu . . . Wowwwwa.



        Yep . . . I nailed it. I could become an awesome flirt! Note the sarcasm. I sounded like a busted ole radio. I heard her giggled which made my face go warm. "C'mon, handsome. We've got a party to go to." She said as she went to get her phone which was on the dressing table. She turned away leaving me to breathe. Great, she complimented me twice and I could just stand there and breathe air.



        Real smooth, Justin. Real classy. "Okay, let's go." I jump when Darielle spoke. She looked at me weirdly before walking out the door. I bit my lip. Oh c'mon, Justin! Open up your mouth and say how gorgeous she looks, wait, beautiful, wait . . . Argh! I'm just going to wing it! I turned my body and shut my eyes as I opened my mouth.



        "You're really beautiful and gorgeous!!!" I screamed which made Darielle come to a halt at the door. I widened my eyes and blushed furiously. I said it. I said it?! Ah!!! I dashed past her. I didn't know where the party was so, I turned and stopped to lean against the wall. I must have sounded so stupid!



        "You just had to scream run . . ." I mumbled.



~Omniscient's point of view~


        After Justin 'complimented' Dariellle and hide, a sweet smile crept upon Darielle's lips. Justin's shy and embarrased personality was cute to her. She didn't care whether he thinks he's a coward. All she care about is that Justin's slowly becoming braver. She's proud of him.



        Tonight she wanted to make a special night for Justin. A night he would remember. A night that she hopefully makes Justin at least spark a feeling towards her.



        Although tonight, she knew there would be some challenges which she has to face.