I Will Catch You If You Fall (ON HOLD)

IWCYIYF Part 15;

IWCYIYF Part 15;

My mind came to as Justin tapped my shoulder, causing me to wake up. "Time to get up, babe," He smiled and kissed me.

I yawned and stretched, memories of last night slowly but surely flooding my mind. "Good morning."

He smiled. "Good morning gorgeous."

I rolled out of bed, looking like a mess compared to him who was already dressed in jean cutoffs, a red vneck and a matching hat and vans. "You look hot in red."

"You look hot in bed," He smirked and kissed me again.

I yawned. "What time's this press meeting at?" I questioned him.

"3 o'clock. It's 11 now, I hope I woke you up early enough."

"Yeah, I'm just gonna run across the street and get ready," I grabbed my iPhone off his nightstand.

"Pick you up at 2:30, okay?" He rose an eyebrow.

"Sounds good, bye babe."

I walked down the stairs of his house and out the front door, down his long driveway, the sidewalk, and finally came to my front door. I knocked a few times and the door swung open to Emma's face.

"It's about time," She smirked as I stepped inside. "Why are you wearing Justin's boxers? Oh god..." Her face became flushed.

I blushed and looked at myself in the mirror by the foyer, remembering I was still in his clothes. "No! We went swimming and my clothes were wet, I just slept there. We didn't do anything."

She cocked an eyebrow, not convinced. "How was last night?"

"I'll tell you later. I have to get ready for a press conference with Justin at 3. Bye!" I ran up the stairs and showered as fast as I could.

I changed into ( http://www.polyvore.com/miranda/set?id=54027364 ) and did my usual makeup and hair. Squirting my favorite perfume on, I smiled. I was ready.

It was 2:15 so I grabbed my purse, threw my phone into it, and ran down the stairs.

The doorbell rang right when my foot hit the last step, and I walked to the front door, unlocking and opening it, to see Justin, looking no different then before.

"Um, this is your...stuff," He said awkwardly, handing me a bag with my outfit and bra and thong in it.

I blushed. "Sorry."

"No big deal," He laughed. "Anyways, ready?"

"Yup," I popped the p and stepped ou the front door.

He opened the passenger door for me and shut it, and walked around the front. When he got the car going, he spoke.

"So, were my boxers comfy?" He asked with a smirk.

I lightly hit his shoulder. "Shut up."

"You're blushing babe."

That of course made me blush harder. "So, what are we even discussing at this thingy?" I changed the topic.

"Us," He mumbled as he pulled up and stopped at a red light.

I gulped and looked down. His face turned my way, and he saw my painful expression.

"They'll love you Caitlin. Who wouldn't?"

I blushed and a tear fell down my cheek.

"Hey, don't cry," He wiped the getaway tear. "You won't get hate. I promise."