Adopted by Justin Bieber

15. Las Vegas boredness

Justin POV

"Katherina? Kay?" I shouted as I ran throughout the house. It had been 15 minutes since I started searching for her. Damn, my house seemed 3 times bigger when I have emergency like this.

I sighed, plopping down on the couch. The front door swung open. And Alfredo came running in.

"Bro! Where's Kay?" He panicked. I sighed. "She left a voice message and she sounded so hurt! She's crying bro!" He ranted. "Where is my girl?" He said all protective.

"I don't know." I muttered.

"What?" He sounded disbelief.

"She's gone." I said and tears came running down my cheek. I let my world go away. What if she's never coming back?

"What the fuck!" He shouted and punched me on the face. I let him do it. It's entirely my fault that she left.

"Go find her bro! Activate the crew!" He announced and ran out of the house.

I called my mum and told her everything. I called Scooter and Kenny to activate securities and search crew. I became angry and upset upon myself. I took my car keys and dashed out to Scooter's house.

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Katherina POV

"Please buckle your seatbelt. We are landing in 2 minutes time." The operator announced. I wiped my tears away. He doesn't love me. He regretted having me. I shouldn't have let him in.

Before I could come back to my realisation, the other passengers had already either made their way out or taking their bags from the bag compartment above.

I let the little crowd settle first, and then I stood up and walk out, as I didn't placed any bags on the bag compartment.

"Have a nice day in Las Vegas." The beautiful stewardess cheered happily.

I faked smile, "Thank you."

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"Would like to check in to a private suite please." I said to the people working at the check-in counter. I removed my circled-frame shades a little bit.

"Oh my god! You're Justin Bieber's daugher!" The girl in her mid 20s freaked out.

I let out a soft yet fake laugh and said, "Yes, that's me and I would really appreciate if you could keep it low, as I don't want any paparazzi or people mobbing me." I trailed off. The lady nodded her head.

"Yes, we will keep it low. And this is your room key." She handed me a key.

I nodded, "Thanks and by the way, can you find and hire a driver that could bring me around Vegas? Don't worry about the payment wise." I whispered while signing the check in papers.

"Sure, we will. We will meet you up in your room once the search is settle." She smiled.

I nodded, "Thanks, and if there is anyone who is looking for me, please do not tell them I'm staying here. Thanks again." I said and the bell guy followed me to my room with my bags.

The elevator ding-ed. And the bell guy escorted me to my room. He opened the door to my private suite and we get in, him placing my bags down. I gave him a tip and thanked him. He smiled and went out.

@katbieber: 'Don't you worry, don't worry child, see heaven got some plan for me 💆 '

I posted a selfie on instagram with that caption. That caption was suppose to tell Justin and the rest not to worry about me, I got plans all set.

It was about 6pm and I felt like I'm dying bit by bit. I took my phone out and search up events held in Vegas tonight.

I smiled to myself, Night Music Festival. Tiesto, Nicky Remoro, Hardwell, Martin Garrix, Ahzee. Who would want to miss such festival with all this dope djs? NOT ME.

I unpacked all my stuffs and got my outfit for the night. (outfit on instagram)

I took a quick shower before drying and curling my blue hair. I put some light make up to cover my freckles. I slipped on my outfit and headed out. I left my key at the counter and they informed me that the driver had already arrive. Fast. I slide through the Chrome Audi without getting noticed by anyone.

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"Hey miss. ID please." The security guard stopped me. What, is this a club or something? It's just a big field and has massive huge stage on the front.

"Maybe you could google who I am." I took out my cat-eye shades and smiled at him.

He gasped. "My son talks about you 24/7!" I chuckled.

"Pretty hard being the Bieber's daughter." I laughed and so did he. "So may I come in?" I asked politely.

"Sure, dear. No alcohol allowed for you." He chuckled and let me in. I walked through the big field. What if I go backstage? Nah probrably later.

It was 7.15 pm now and the festival will start on about 15 more minutes. I decided to buy a drink at a nearby seller.

I was about fo pay for my soda when there's a voice, interupting me, "It's on me." The voice trail off, greaaat. I looked up and smiled.

"Well, thanks Hemmings." I chuckled. "Owe you one." I winked and turned around, walking away before it gets crowded.

I heard someone calling me. I stopped and Luke stood infront of me, panting hard, "Can I please join you? I'm alone." He breathe heavily.

I chuckled, "Where's the rest?" I asked as I began walking through the crowd, Luke catching up behind me. I stopped when I'm at the centre of the field, literally. Where it's not too far, not to near.

"Well the rest were having jet lag. So here I am." He smiled, ugh that smile though. "And why are you alone?" He asked.

My smile faded and I shuttered, "D-don't really wanna talk about it." I explained and he let it off.

"Well then, nice to meet you Katherina Bieber. I'm Luke Hemmings, and I would like to be friends with you." He smiled, making me smile too.

I playfully rolled my eyes and shook his hand, "Hey Lukey, let's be friends then."

He nodded and the event started. Nicky Romero's famous mix started and blasted off the field.

Bout to forget the dramas.

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