I was walking down the street, hand in hand with the one and only Justin Bieber. It was one of those rare days where he got to be completely off from work, under a disguise so the paparazzi wouldn't recognize him. "Riya, you're so beautiful." He smiled my way with his funny fake mustache and makeup and a huge hat, truly disguising his real face. "You're so sexy even with that bushy caterpillar on your face." I joked, touching it. He stuck his tongue out at me, pulling me into a candy store. He bought me loads of chocolates and candies, saying that nothing could ever be as sweet as me. He has always been such a great boyfriend, and for that, I felt lucky that he chose me from all the girls in the world throwing themselves at him. We decided to walk back home, sharing cute stories on the way. "I totally remember that time you accidentally ran on stage because a cat was chasing you!" Justin giggled. I hid the blush that was creeping up onto my face into his chest. "It's not fair, I don't even know why there was a cat there in the first place!" I defended myself as Justin laughed harder. "It's okay babe, I still love you." He winked and put in the security code for the gate leading to his mansion. I blushed even harder hearing him say that. It doesn't matter how long we'll be together, he always knows what to say to get the butterflies in my stomach to go crazy.
I helped Justin take off all of his disguise wear, wincing when it was mustache time. "It's gonna hurt," I warned him, my fingers already grasping a part of it. "I'm a man, Riya. I can take it." Justin bragged, urging me to just rip it off. Finally, I just shrugged and ripped it off. I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me as he swore and held his upper lip in pain. "I tried to warn you..." I kissed his top lip, much like a mother kissing a child who has gotten hurt. "Never putting that on again," Justin grumbled but still managed to smile. "Yeah but it looks like whatever you had was ripped off, too." I showed Justin on my phone camera his newly waxed upper lip. His eyes went wide and he touched the soft skin. "Thanks for today," I kissed him, a grin plastered on both of our faces. "Anything for my baby." His cheeks turned crimson for a second before he took your hand and led you to the kitchen. The rest of the night consisted of cooking together and eventually just ordering in at our lack of chef skills. "Love you, Riya." Justin mumbled as he was drifting off to sleep. "Love you, too." I kissed his forehead before turning over, letting his arm encircle my waist.
