Pretty Woman (Justin Bieber love story)

Chapter 6; Spaghetti

*Emilys POV*

i squinted my eyes as the bright morning sun shone through the curtains.

A warm chuckle filled the room. I grinned knowing only one person that could be.

i sat up with the duvet wrapped round my chest as justin sat on the edge of the bed.

he moved right next to me and smiled wide. 'sleep alright?'

i nodded shuzzing my hair and yawning.

he smirked nodding towards me. 'good, cause i want you go and do more shopping today' . He rummaged in his wallett until he fold a gold credit card. He held it up to my face. 'i want you too use this, and if you have any problems get kenny to call me and i'll sort them'

i giggled and wiggled my eyebrows. 'so macho'

he rolled his eyebrows and slapped my knee lightly. 'watch it'

i smirked before taking the card off him and sighing. 'more shopping?'

he nodded zipping up his jacket. 'yep, i'm surprised you didnt buy more clothes yesterday'

i shrugged messing with the dry nail varnish on my fingers. 'it just wasnt as fun as i thought it was gonna be'

he crinkled his eyebrows together and looked at me with concern. 'why not?'

i shrugged again shaking my head. 'it doesnt matter'

he leaned close, lifting my chin inbetween his finger and thumb, making me look at him. 'tell me, i want to know'

i bit my lip, giving in to those beautiful eyes of his. 'they were to mean to me'

his face turned more serious, and i sensed a bit of anger within him. 'who were?'

i continued even though i really didnt wanna talk about it. 'the women in the shop'

he nodded a changed aura about him, as he picked up my hand and pulled me out of bed.

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I sighed as we pulled up in his lamborghini outside a number of shops on Rodeo drive.

i was wearing another one of his shirts done up and tie into a knot at the bottom, along with a pair of skinny black jeans i pack in my little bag incase of emergency.

i picked furiously away at my nails, really not liking the fact we were back here.

I mean it was different at Chanel, at least there the women were told to be nice to me.

i sighed looking over at justin in the drivers seat. 'Justin, cant we just go back home?'

he shook his head. 'nope, i told you that we're going shopping and thats exactly what we're gonna do'

his determination and encourgaement made my stomach flutter im not gonna lie.

he gestured towards me as he got out the car. 'c'mon'

i sighed for like the 100th time that morning before doing as he said.

Just as i was getting out the car, 6 or 7 flashes went off.

Ah yes, the paparazzi, how could i forget?

i breathed anxiously, trying to cover my face from their view.

Justin came round from the other side of the car and enlaced our fingers, pulling me close. 'just try and ignore them the best you can'

i nodded at his word as he walked ahead, pulling me along with him.