Justin Bieber Gave Me Back My Music... And the Prize was My Heart

Justin Bieber Gave Me Back My Music... The Prize Was My Heart Ch. Sumthin

Artemis' POV

He was touching me. His hand, firm in mine, made me feel comfortable, not scared like it always was with HIM.

"Fans... How'd they even get in the building?" Justin was muttering. He loved his fans, as we've already covered, but like I told Angie, you can only take so much screaming in your face.

"Dont you have bodyguards to keep them out?" I asked as we ran, never letting go of my hand. As we got to a flight of stairs, he pulled me infront of him.

"Yeah, but the guys can only block so many fans at a time," Justin told me. "They do a really good job, and if security finds them before they find us, we're home free." We stopped to take a breather next to a water fountain in one of the hallways in the east wing.

"Justin?" I asked, sinking to the ground, my back against a wall. He looked down at me.

"Yeah?" He took my hand again, shyly, and sat next to me. He seemed to respect that I needed time to get used to him.

"Why are you taking the time to get to know me when you're probably going to leave for Timbuctu tomorrow?" I didn't want to hear the answer, really. I didn't want to know he liked me, and then be broken when a picture of him and Selena Gomez was pasted on every magazine across the world.

"I'm not leaving, I'm moving here," he told me, a smile lighting his face. I took his face in my hands and looked in his eyes very seriously. I leaned forward, thn turned my head at the last second.

"It's been nice knowing you," I shot up and sprinted down the hall, laughing.

"Hey!" He called indignantly. "You better run, Artemis! When I catch you I'll..." His voice was getting closer.

"You'll what?" I asked, still running easily. Suddenly, his arms were around my waist and I was spinning. "No, Justin, stop! Come on! Justin!" I laughed, trying to get down.

"Nuh-uh, I'm not letting go of you. Not until you finish what you started," he said matter-of-factly. He stopped spinning and I turned in his arms, slid my own around his neck, leaned in...

Justin's POV

Fans. They found us.

I pulled Artemis away and through a doorway, just happening to end up in a closet.

"I didn't plan it this way, promise," I whispered quickly. There was a lightswitch in here, and I flipped it in time to see Artemis trying to stand tall and not give in to the instinct to cower.

"Sorry, I'm claustrophobic," she apologized, trying to keep a grip on her emotions. She was really good at hiding things, but I was really good at seeing straight through her shields and curtains.

"I know the feeling, I have a phobia of elevators," I admitted. Most fans knew this, but as she had pointed out already, she wasn't a fan. She probably won't be a fan even if you start dating, I thought wryly, watching her hug herself tightly. "Hey, come here," I told her softly. She looked at my eyes, trying to see any false pretenses. She couldn't find any and stepped into my arms. I held her close, whispering that she was okay, and that she didn't have to be scared.

"Artemis? Justin? Guys, where are you?" I opened the closet door and the girls practically attacked Artemis with hugs and questions, like, "Did the fans find you?" "Are you alright?" Then the best one, get this, "Why were you in the closet?" Artemis was quiet.

An this made all of the girls turn and glare at me.