"J-Justin stop!" You yelled as Justin tickled you mercilessly. He turned you over, which you took as your chance to run, only to have Justin follow you and chase you around his plane.
"Say it!" Justin commanded as he swooped you off of your feet and spun you around. Your giggles filled the space of the plane and the two if you must have looked crazy; and in that moment, you were thankful Justin had his own, private plane.
"Fine! Justin Bieber is the sexiest man alive!" You yelled. Justin set you down with a wide smirk on his face.
"Was is it so hard to admit the truth, babe?" Justin questioned in a cocky tone, taking a seat on the leather furniture of the aircraft and pulling his phone from his pocket.
You blushed lightly at his pet name; it might not mean much to Justin, seeing as his flirty nature probably made the nickname common tongue, calling dozens of girls "babe" every day at meet and greets, but it meant something to you.
You and Justin had dated before, but the distance proved to be a failing factor in your relationship, so the both of you decided it would be best if you broke up. Justin, however, wanted to remain friends, and you were happy to oblige; Justin was an amazing boyfriend but an even better friend. Neither of you had been in a relationship since you ended yours, but you knew the Justin had done other things, however, you never questioned him about it; for one, you were just his friend, so you didn't think you were in a position to chastise him about spending money on girls in a strip club (although you'd like to), and, secondly, you weren't his girlfriend anymore - nobody was - so, technically, Justin could do whatever he wanted to.
You rolled your eyes at Justin, trying to conceal the pink blush on your cheeks. "Whatever." You said, taking a seat on the opposite side of the plane and checking your feeds - another upside of Justin's private plane was the convenient wifi.
Looking up, you saw Justin focused on his phone, most likely taking selfies for his beliebers to fangirl about. You couldn't help but giggle as you watched him make a million and one faces, everything from the ever-adored duck face, to the always classy smolder. You thought it was cute how he tried so hard to get a good angle of himself, when you were certain that his beliebers would freak over any picture of him - plus, it was almost impossible for Justin to look bad in a picture.
"What are you laughing about, loser?" Justin asked, referring to the game of NBA 2K you lost to him a few hours ago.
"You." You said simply. "Your duck face is hilarious."
Justin made a face, raising his eyebrows, which only made you giggle more.
"I mean, none the less, your selfie game is strong." You quickly added in part mockery against him.
Justin then rolled his eyes at you and walked over to your seat, and took one next to you. "Just shut up and take pictures with me." He said. You smiled and Justin quickly took a candid photo of you smiling, teeth and all.
"Oh my gosh, Justin, no! Delete that right this second!" You commanded.
"I think you look adorable." He commented, adding the picture to an album. Even after your constant pleas, Justin didn't delete the picture, and you realized he wasn't going to, so you let it go. As long as he didn't Instagram it, you didn't mind.
You spent the next half hour taking random pictures with Justin. A good amount of them were silly; a few of you interpreting Justin's oh-so-famous smolder, the both of you making kissy faces and, of course, the classic peace signs.
As he flipped through the hundreds of pictures you two had taken, you found yourself laughing hard, not even noticing that you were practically on Justin's lap and your hands were around his neck. It wasn't until you had buried your head into Justin's neck that you realized how close you were.
With your head buried in his collar and him kissing your forehead, Justin snapped another picture. He smiled, suddenly getting flashbacks of your relationship as he made it his screensaver.
"Justin did you take another picture?" You questioned, looking at his phone. Justin hummed and nodded, unlocking his phone and revealing the admittedly adorable picture of the both of you. Despite how much the picture made you blush, it looked too much like you and Justin were together again.
"It's cute." He said, staring at his phone a little longer, and you wondered if he missed what you both had as much as you did.
"Yeah..." You agreed. Justin turned and gave you a smile.
"But please don't put that on Twitter, Justin." You pleaded. The media would go crazy for that picture and you could see the headlines already.
Justin gave a pout and you knew that that was exactly what he had in mind. "Alright, fine. Whatever you want, babe." He replied, placing a light kiss on your cheek. Again with the nicknames.
He had a devious smirk on his face, but you let it go. Not realizing how tired you were, your eyes soon closed as you fell asleep right there on Justin's lap.
After confirming you had dozed off, he gently moved a loose strand of hair back in place before planting a chaste kiss close to your mouth.
"I miss us." He confessed, becoming nervous as you shifted in your sleep, fearful that you had heard him. Once you were still again, Justin relaxed into the seat, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms again and taking your hand lightly in his.
"I miss you." He whispered before he kissed your limp hand. "I still love you, Y/N and I'll get you back, I promise."
Unaware of everything that he was saying was real, you smiled as you envisioned Justin breathing the same sweet words in your dreams; completely oblivious to the reality of his speech.
Justin smiled as you smiled and he looked at his phone, unlocking it scrolling the picture again. He smiled as he had genuinely fallen in love with that photo as he had fallen in love with you.
After a few editing apps and copying his infamous crown text symbol, Justin smirked, proud he found a loophole in his agreement with you, as he opened Instagram and uploaded the picture.
@justinbieber: bound to falling in love ♛
