Justin's POV: Thank God the hotel that I'm staying at had a parking garage with a private elevator that led straight to the penthouse floor,because Twinkles was passed out. My bodyguard Mikey offered to carry her,but I was still in a possessive mood. Nobody was touching Twinkles except for me. I didn't want the paps to see Hailey passed out, and me carrying her like that. I could see the headlines now:
"Justin Bieber was snapped carrying an unconscious Hailey Baldwin up to his hotel room. Sources say drugs were involved."
I had to be extra careful with my image right now. This was my apology tour after all. And speaking of tour...I'd be back at it in 4 days. I was exhausted just thinking about it.
I reached our room and gently laid Hales down on the bed. I lifted her hand and kind on nudged her to see if she would wake up. Her hand dropped when I let go and the only thing out of her mouth was her signature snore. Her hair had fallen in her face, so I gently ran my fingers through it and placed it behind her ears. I knew she would be uncomfortable sleeping in that barely there dress. (Whom I kidding? She was passed out. It was me. I couldn't sleep next to her knowing she was still wearing the same outfit she went down on me in.) I grabbed a t-shirt and some basketball shorts to put her in. I felt kinda creepy changing her while she was passed out. I tried keeping my eyes closed,but that damn dress was impossible to remove without vision. How the hell did she squeeze herself into it in the first place? It took about twenty friggin minutes to finally get her decent and tuck her under the covers. I was kinda proud of myself. Who knew Justin Bieber could be so gentlemanly? She brought that out in me. She also brought out a whole new side of me. I felt protective of her now. I felt possessive of her now. I felt too damn much. I still couldn't believe that she had planned the whole "Operation Blue Ball Bieber " thing. I should have stopped her. I knew she was drunk. But she had me completely under her spell. And she won. Because I was blue balling right now. It was time to begin my own little "Operation" I knew exactly what course of action was needed. I opened my laptop and began a search for a private island getaway. Hawaii sounded nice-✔ And it was only a 5 hour flight-✔ I made some calls and got a place secured-✔ Arranged for a private jet to leave within the hour-✔ Yes it's after midnight, but being the biggest pop star in the world has it's perks. I let my team and security know what was happening. They were used to me doing spontaneous shit anyway. They didn't need to know the details. Now I just had to hope Hails wouldn't wake up. If I could pull this off.... "Operation Runaway With Me."
Hailey's POV: I felt like sleeping beauty, minus the beauty. I was just waking up and it felt like I had been asleep for days. I started replaying everything that had happened with Justin in my mind. Wondering if it was all a dream. I should've had a killer headache with all the liquor I'd consumed, but I didn't. I remembered the car ride. I remembered the look on his face as I took him into my mouth. I could still taste him on my tongue. Definitely not a dream. I reached out my hand, expecting to feel him next to me. I only felt soft satin sheets and a warm breeze. And sunlight hitting the lids of my closed eyes. Maybe I was dreaming. I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings.
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