Onatrio Airport
9:54 PM
I stretched, then frowned, looking down at my clothes.
I was in sweats and a small t-shirt, not even bothering to really put myself together this morning.
My hair was in crazy curls, because I had taken a shower last night and then fallen asleep before I had a chance to do anything with it.
I guess I was just embarrassed to be seeing Justin - like this.
Makeup less, crazy hair, and sweatpants.
Maybe I should just change really quick...
He probably wouldn't like this.
But I didn't have time...
Justin was waiting at the gate, or had told me he'd be there.
I just know what to expect, and I wish I looked a little better.
I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder before I got my pillow and hugged it to my chest.
"You excited?" Angie asked me.
"Yeah." I giggled a little, my cheeks flushing as I bit down on my lip.
"I'm sure he is too."
I smiled at that, walking through the tunnel that led inside the airport and looked around.
I didn't see him...
I looked to the right over at the window, seeing Justin turn his head in time for our eyes to meet.
"Justin." I said under my breath, then dropped my bag and pillow, running over into his arms.
"Hi baby." He said in my ear, his hands along my back as his grip on me tightened.
"Hi." I giggled, letting myself melt into him, my eyes shut as I felt his breath along my neck, then he lifted me off the ground, spinning me a little before he put me down.
"I missed you so much." He told me, pulling back with a bright smile on his face, his fingers taking a strand of my curly hair to tuck it behind my ear.
Oh no.
"I missed you too." I said, suddenly shy and completely insecure with how I looked "You weren't waiting long were you?"
He shook his head, tugging me closer with his face still bright with his smile.
"No, just a few minutes."
"You're here by yourself?" I asked, looking around.
All I saw was him, and that was kind of dangerous.
"You could say that I made a few arrangements."
"And I thought they were for me." I teased.
"Where are you staying?"
"One of the nicer hotels, a good 20 minutes from here. I don't know the name of it, and I wouldn't be surprised if I end up switching, but it's not far from Stratford."
"I can stay if you want for a little while. I'd drive myself home. I don't need to be back till maybe midnight.."
"Yeah, stay. I need to talk to you about something."
"Is it about the interviews?" He asked.
All those questions about 'us,' what people had been saying.
And I lied happily to people's faces.
I don't want people to know about us, then he's not mine anymore in the aspect of our relationship, he's mine and everyone else's, including the paparazzi shoving their way into our lives, and I didn't want that.
"Justin, I didn't know what to sa-" He cut me off, shaking his head with his finger against my lips, making another blush creep along my cheeks.
"Shh, I know. We can talk about it when we're alone. It's ok."
I nodded, then looked back at my stuff.
"I have to get my stuff."
"I got it." Then he let go of me, looking around him before he scooped up my stuff.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. How was the flight?"
"Honestly I don't know, I slept." I laughed, shrugging as I felt his eyes on me.
"Sounds like me. I drank Red Bull before I got here."
"Is that why you're so jumpy?"
"Yeah." He nodded, his hand on my back since my arms were around my pillow.
"I was wondering."
"I feel really hyper, but if I wasn't I'd probably be grumpy."
"I'd rather have you happy then grumpy." I admitted.
"Me too."
Then there was a rush of paparazzi, Justin's hood was up again, Marc and Kenny were in front and us, and we were scurrying to baggage, cops were blocking their way to follow us.
Oh no. They probably got a picture of us together...
And of our little reunion back there too.
"Are you ok?" Justin asked, watching me as I caught my breath from the jog.
"Fine." I smiled with a nod, scanning the baggage rail, then my eyes fell on my bag.
"Is that yours?" He asked, his thumb moving on my back as I talked.
"Yup." I nodded, going to reach for it, but I stopped as he reached out, his muscle flexing when he picked it up.
"Damn." I said under my breath.
"Huh?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Nothing," I blushed, embarrassed I had almost been caught. "Thank you."
"No problem sweetheart."
Sweetheart...he called me sweetheart.
I smiled at that, feeling the warmth of his hand fit in mine as we started walking again.
Then we were walking out of the airport to the back of the parking lot and he let go of my hand, which I didn't blame him for, there were paparazzi all over.
But I just wanted him to myself at this point.
"You going with Justin?" Sam asked me.
"Yeah, I'll see you in morning." I tucked back a strand of my hair back, smiling at him as we walked away, then looked at Justin beside me. "I can put my stuff in the van if you want."
"Nah it's ok. I can put it in the back of my car." He shrugged, kissing my temple before he pulled away, holding out his hand behind him for me to take, which I did.
But we let go again as he opened his trunk, lifting up my suitcase, then gently took my pillow.
"Do you want your bag, or do you want it back here?"
"Back here is fine." I shrugged, taking out my phone and put it in my pocket.
He smiled at me as I sat my bag in the back, then walked me to the passenger side door, opening it for me with a smile on my face.
My stomach flipped, blushing for the millionth time tonight as our eyes met.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He chortled, kissing my forehead before he walked around to the other side and got in the car.
"How long are you going to stay?"
"How long do you want me over?"
"It really doesn't matter to me," I shrugged. "I just don't want you getting in trouble."
"Eh, my mom is loosening the reins a bit. I want you to sleep though."
"How about we just say 10:30 or 11 to be safe then?"
"Alright." He nodded, holding out his hand again for mine.
I grinned, putting my hand in his and watched as he brought it up to his lips.
That had never happened to me before, ever.
"You look beautiful by the way."
"Thanks, but I definitely don't."
"What?" He slightly turned his head, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "Yes you do, you're gorgeous."
"Justin, I'm wearing sweat pants, and I'm not even wearing any makeup."
"That doesn't matter," He shrugged, leaning over at the stoplight and cupped my cheek in his other hand, the feeling of his lips against mine making me melt. "You always look beautiful. Always."
"Thank you." I whispered, looking up to need his gaze this time.
"Mhm."
Then it was silent again as he drove again, my eyes out on the moon, with the padding of his thumb moving against my hand.
"Hey," I whispered, leaning over to him as he drove.
"Hmm?" He glanced at me for a moment, then back out on the road.
"I love you."
That's when I saw him smile, and I leaned over the rest of the way, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I love you too."
I took a deep breath, looking at him from the corner of my eye as I sat back again.
"So how did you know about the interviews?" i asked.
"Word travels quickly in this buisness, you know that. Plus some people have said things to me."
"Are you mad?" I squeaked, knowing it had probably hurt his feelings.
"At first I was, but no I'm not. We never talked about it, and I know my fans can be a little crazy. It's not like you saw it coming either."
"But I should have. I feel so bad about it though."
"Why?"
"Because we aren't just friends or co-workers or whatever they want to call us, and I couldn't tell them the truth."
"I wouldn't have minded." He said, looking at me in the rear view mirror.
"I wasn't sure, and I've already gotten really mean comments from some people about you and me, I don't want more."
"You have?" He immediately frowned, looking up at me in the rear view mirror.
"Yeah." I nodded, running my hand through my curls.
So bad I had been crying the other night and my mom was comforting me.
I hate feeling like a bad person when I've done nothing wrong.
For me, it seemed like a crime to be in love, but mostly in love with him.
I thought I deserved to be happy with him...
But apparently that made me a whore, slut, all these things, when I had just been stepped on all over before.
"Like what?" He asked, his teeth slightly gritted together.
"Justin, it's really not worth repeating."
"Just tell me, I need to know." He sighed, looking at me for a split second.
"I- Mostly stuff like I was a slut because Taylor and I broke up, and apparently I jumped straight to you. That you didn't deserve me, the threats that they were going to come to my house or whatever. Stuff like that."
He shook his head, giving my hand a gentle squeeze in his.
"I'm so sorry. It's not true."
"It'll be ok. It'll stop eventually - I guess."
"It will die down, but if we are together it won't ever stop." He told me, looking forward at the road.
"It doesn't matter, it just might have to be like that for a while then."
I didn't want to lose him again, not because of this.
"Don't hurt from it for me." He blurted, his face changing as he glanced at me again. "I hate this."
"What?"
"That they think they can pick and chose who I date so easily."
I watched as his grip tightened on the steering wheel, swallowing a little myself as I shifted in my seat.
"They don't have too." I told him cautiously, looking down at our hands as I spoke.
"But they don't. That's my point. And now this is happening."
"I'll be ok."
His thumb still moved a long my hand, a sense of comfort in it as he drove, making me feel slightly better about the situation.
"So what are we going to tell them?" I asked him, my eyes locked on his face.
"We don't have too. Not yet. So I guess to them we are friends."
"Alright, friends." I sighed, my eyes trailed over to the window.
I hated hiding, but I didn't want everyone in our business.
This is just something that would suck about our relationship.
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10:23 PM
"Is it just you and Jazmyn tomorrow?" I asked Justin, setting my bag down in the corner of the room.
"Yeah and Kenny, but pretty much. We'll be upfront the whole time with your mom and Angie."
His hands slid on my waist, pulling me into him where I lightly rested my head on his chest.
"Chance to impress huh?" I asked, tilting my head up a little.
"Sure," He shrugged. "You can look at it like that."
"Well my mom already likes you. You don't have much to worry about."
"Oh really? I guess it's all you now."
"Don't remind me."
"You don't have much to worry about either." He chortled, his hands connecting on my back.
I felt his lips press into my hair, and I smiled wider, finishing the embrace with my arms around his neck.
I loved this, after weeks of not having him around, he was here, holding me like this.
"Arent you tired?" He said in a soft murmur by my ear.
"No." I shook my head, his hands now running slowly along my back.
"Liar."
I pulled back a little, lifting up my head enough to kiss him, our lips moving softly for a moment before we pulled back.
"I'm not." I insisted, shaking my rad as our eyes met again.
"If you say so," He laughed. "So Friday night, me and you are gonna go out before you go back to the states."
"Oh, we are?"
"Mhm." He nodded once, licking his lips with a slight chuckle.
"And where are we going?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He leaned closer, a blush creeping up my cheeks in time for home to kiss one."Your hair smells good."
I laughed at him, a little from the compliment, then the rest was from his breath along my skin.
"Thanks." I whispered.
Then he was humming and my eyes were shut, my body leaning into him more as sleep began to creep up on me.
This was going to be so hard, hiding from everyone, being with him, wanting to have a normal relationship...
I just don't want us hiding being the thing that tears us apart.
I've already lost him once.
"I told you you were tired." He whispered.
"I'm not!" I laughed, shaking my head as I pulled back, holding my wrist in my hand still around his neck. "I was just thinking is all."
"About what?" He asked.
"Us." I said softly, my eyes trailing down to my feet.
He raised an eyebrow, a look that I assumed told me to continue.
"Just about the following weeks, like next. When your here and I'm not. It's ok, I know we will be good. I just hate it." I shrugged, a little afraid of the reaction I would get.
"I hate it too. But your right, we'll be ok. Wanna know what I was thinking?"
"What?"
"That I should just come with you the next two weeks that I'm off, or at least try and be with you a little more." He shrugged again, a small smile on his face.
I pulled back even more, my hands now on his shoulders so I could look at him.
"You can't do that! It's the time you have with your family."
"I was gonna go back to LA, but I'd rather go with you."
"Wait so you were leaving Canada?"
"I was going to when you went to Winnipeg, my brother and sister will be at there mom's, I see my dad maybe once a month now and my other grandparents and it's my time to relax."
"And traveling with me is relaxing?"
"Sure it is, at least we'd be together." He said, tucking back my hair.
"But what if we get caught?"
"Oh you're right." He sighed, pulling me back against his chest again. "I mean, people will find out eventually."
"But not yet, then everyone will know about us and...I just don't know if I'm ready for that. It's not that I don't love you, believe me I do, I'm not ready for the whole world to know though, you know?"
"I understand, and that's fine. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"But I still want you to come with me," I said, my eyes on his shoulders as I but down in the corner of my lip, slowly looking up at him. "If you want to."
"Of course I do. As long as you want me too."
"Ok. I'll talk to Angie and my mom. I don't know why it would be a problem. We're old enough now I think, plus we were bestfriends before."
"We still are bestfriends, but now it's just something a little more than that."
"It's scary."
I was scared.
Scared of losing him again.
Scared of falling in love with him - and then possibly being with him forever.
"I know, but a good kind of scary."
"Mhm." I nodded, in agreement with him and put my head back against his shoulder.
"But only if it's ok."
"Alright, but I think it will be. You guys can come early tomorrow if you want. I'll show Jazmyn around a little."
"I think she'd really like that."
"Good. I'm so excited to meet her."
"Me too, for you to meet her anyway." He kissed the top of my head. "You should get some sleep."
"I'm not tired."
"Are you always this stubborn?"
"Yes." Nodding again, I let out a small laugh.
"The only way you are going to sleep is if I leave."
"But I don't want you to leave." I pouted, holding onto him tighter.
"You'll see me tomorrow. If you sleep now it'll come quicker."
"But why would I do that when you're here now?"
He laughed, taking a step back, his hands taking a gentle hold on my face.
"I want you to get a good nights sleep. I'd feel bad if you were tired tomorrow."
"You're sweet." I smiled, squeezing my eyes shut playfully.
"I'm trying."
"You don't even need too."
I felt myself giggle, a small blush along his cheeks as I stood on my tiptoes, masking his lips with mine.
"Will you sleep for me? Please?"
"If it makes you happy." I sighed, but smiled anyway, the look he gave me making my heart flutter.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He lifted me off the ground as he kissed me again, leaning back with a chuckle.
"I love you." Justin said, running his fingers trough my curls.
"I love you too." I kissed his cheek, taking one if his hands ff my waist and into mine. "Do you want me to walk you out?"
"Nah, don't worry about it. I'll be ok. Sleep."
"Ok," I grinned, an he lifted me off the ground again in a bear hug. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Then our hug was over, and his hand found the door, opening it slightly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mhm. Goodnight."
And I leaned in just in time for another short kiss, then I watched him disappear before the door shut.
I reached up, my finger tips grazing my lips.
I loved how he made me feel.
I haven't felt like this before.
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