My Princess

My Princess

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 23, 2016
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Justin Bieber
One of these days I'm going to run away" he says. I lift my self up from his chest and looking down at his relaxed figure with raised eye brows. "Run?" He's nods. He then grabs on to my arm and gently pulls me back down on to his chest. "Yes, I am. I'll be running far, far away and I'm taking you with me." He said and I lift my head up upright, pressing the Weight of my chin on to his chest, just staring at him and he stares right back at me with adoration in his eyes. Then he says while caressing my cheeks. "Then we'll be able to have the life that we both know we'll never be able to have here. Baby, Where ever I go you go. Where ever you go I go." "Forever one" I said leaning my head to kiss his bear chest. He then reaches out and pulls my head closer to his face so that our foreheads were now pressed against each other. "Forever one my princess" he whispers then kisses my forehead. [ This is a Rihanna and Justin Bieber love story. Also, this story is NOT suitable for anyone UNDER THE AGE OF 15.]
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I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

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