"I can't believe y/n would do such a thing" niall crier, using one of her left behind wigs to dry his tears. the bois were in kylies room, clearing out the forgotten items she had forgot when she packed her bag and left in papa simons 2019 Porsche 718 Boxster Roadster with a convertible top, 300 Horsepower, and leather seats.
"it does seem odd that brittknaie came back the same day that y/n ran off...almost as if its not a coincidence at all" lewwy adds in, making the other bois look to him
"d-do you think brittaknee killed her?" limabean gasps at his own suggestion "no, brittaknee wouldn't be cappable of doing that...but the author did promise to bring her back and make her evil" hte bois all hum in agreeance "we just need to find out where kylie has run off to, and bring her back home" zaine speaks
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"oof! e-e-e-e-excuse meh!" i look up into the brown muddy coloured orbs of the man i accidentally bumped into, "i'm sos orry, it's my fault" he speaks, holding out a hand to help me off of the ground, as he does i hear a lot of clicks going off
i spun around, seeing a group of paparazi, calling out to both me and the man "kylie, are you with justgin now! what about the one directions bois!!" "justin is she your new girlfrined!" he grabs my arm, pulling me behind him "run!" i instinctly listen to him as the stampede of paparazzo follow behind us, yelling more questions
we hopped into his whip, and he sped us away from the group "sorry abotu that, they've been following me around all day" he apolozgized looking me over "i'm justin bieber, but you can call me justin drew or bizzle, i'm still testing out that last one out though" i nod, clutching my disruptors and briefcase tightly "i-i'm y/n, or you can call me kylie-b-but i prefer y/n" he nods.smiling at me
"where are you staying, i cam drop you off" i shake my head "i don't have a place to stay, papa simon's car ran out of gas once i got into town" he nods again, pulling up to a gated communionty. "that's cool, you can stay with me if you want, i've got plenty of space"
we went into his house, it was alot bigger than papa simons vacation home, maybe possibly even bigger than his old house that I burn down too.
"so, how'd you end up here?" He asks leading me to the kitchen, getting drinks for us both "i was, uhm...i was kicked out of my home-b-but is you let me stay here I'll be your maid, and do the extra tasks as well, I'm really good at the sucking" he smirks, before shaking his head at my pleading
"or! how about you be my girlfriend instead, I'll let you stay for free, and you won't have to work at all, your way too gorgeous to be a maid" "oh bizzle, of course I will!" I lept into his arms, unfortunately he wasn't expecting to and he dropped me like a sack of potatoes into the hardwood marble floor tiles
"wait I wasn't ready that time, let's try again!" he insists helping me back to my feet "I think I'll pass...can I use your shower?" He nods, givng me a quickie tour of his, uhm, our home.
as I showered I felt the happiness overtaking me, and I began belting out one of the songs I heard on my drive to California.
*I'm too lazy to look up song lyrics rn, so just insert your favorite song*
"whoa, was that you're singing?" justin drew looked amazing at my range of vocals, "oh yes....I-I-i sing from time to time, but I probably sound terrible"
he shook his head "you sound amazing, you could be the next Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston with the range you've got" I giggle "reslly?" He nods again, "we should make some music together, I've got this song I wrote and I've been looking for the right voice to join me on the track" we went to his underground recording studio that he had built into his house
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all the bois all gasped at the breaking news flashing across the tv screens "she went to america!" xain cries out, leaping up and snatching his toes out of brittainknee's mouth.
"what's she doing with the canadian pop boy?" nial shrugs, calling out for their returned maiden "brittaknee, go pack up out bags, we're going on a trip" he declares, looking to the others for their approval "I think I'll sit this one out" lewwy draw all the attention to himself
"i never spent much time with y/n...I'm happy with keeping britaiknee" the four remaining bois rolled their eyes at their eldest brother before they called up the pilot for papa soimon's private jet.
hello, I hope you are doing well. the next chapter will most likely be the final chapter for this book, I'm quite happy to reach this point and I want to thank you all in advance for reading and following along with this novel over the past few months. -reptvr
