PICTURE OF JUSTIN'S MOM (PATTIE) >>>>
Chapter 2
I rolled over and looked at the bright green numbers which showed the time ‘2:04’, I sighed and rolled back to my other side making my gaze withdraw from the alarm next to my bedside.
Every night I would meet Justin at 2am; well, when we weren’t travelling on the tour busses of course. The times we stayed in hotels I always had to sneak out of my room which I would be sharing with around 3-5 different girl dancers and then find my way to Justin’s room, that was the way it
worked... but not tonight.
I knew straight away he wasn’t going to be happy with me and I knew my phone was probably lighting up like a Christmas tree right now – hence the reason why I switched it off. But I just needed to clear my mind for awhile, have a few nights alone without Justin should surely do the trick, I already knew I wasn’t able to avoid him as we were travelling again tomorrow to New York where we would then be staying for three days before heading over to Europe, I would also be dancing with him on stage so there was obviously some contact their too.
I don’t think I could really win in this situation right now. But I knew I really needed to sort out my head.
I shut my eyes slowly and pushed my body further into the mattress. I felt wide awake; I guess I was used to being up at this time now; 6 months me and Justin had been ‘fooling’ around with each other, it just felt completely natural now.
Even though... it was completely wrong.
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I hit my hand on the snooze button and sunk back down into the bed, I wasn’t ready to get up yet! I was way too tired and I really wasn’t looking forward to the day ahead, I knew Justin was going to have a few words to say. If he was able to get me alone somehow I knew he would do so, I knew him well enough by now.
I felt a large thump on my backside and I squealed turning my head to face to culprit, I seen Lisa standing over me with a raised eyebrow.
‘That alarm isn’t for nothing you know. Move your big ass.’ She instructed as she pointed at my door.
I groaned and flipped the covers off of my body and headed out of the room. There really is no point in arguing with Lisa, none at all.
I grabbed two towels, one for my hair and one for my body. I had slight OCD and I liked things done my way, I always had to fold the towels perfectly and place them on the radiator so they would be cosy to wrap around my wet body.
I also had to everything in a certain order as I washed from having to remove my make-up, shampoo my hair, condition it and then the step-by-step body wash pattern. This was all part of the reason as to why I took so long, I just liked to do things my way.
Justin knew this and he always said he found it cute because I always got irritated at him for moving my things.
‘You better hurry up; everyone is beginning to leave for breakfast now. Meet us down there, okay?’ One of the girls called.
‘Shit...’ I mumbled under my breath.
I finished up the last touches of my make-up and I looked at my reflection, my brown hair was flowing to the middle of my back it was well straightened and was puffed slightly to give it more of an ‘edgy’ look. I had on some foundation but not much as all today was travelling, I had black eyeliner drawn around my eyes and made my lashes look ‘volumised’ with the mascaras. I added a pink blush to my cheeks and a light shade of pink to my lips.
