Chapter 6
Olivia's POV:
We were on the news. The Caribbean news. I couldn't even think straight. One half of me was insanely flattered, but the other half, the half that was developing feelings for Justin and enjoying our privacy, hated it. Oh crap... I just didn't know what to think. I couldn't even function properly when Justin told me that he was taking me out.
"C'mon, Liv. Get around!" Justin tugged at my hand and pulled me back into reality. I hopped up, and our faces were so close... Being this close to Justin couldn't be healthy.
"Alright," I breathed out, feeling incredibly ridiculous not even being able to look at Justin without developing some sort of inability to talk.
"Hey, let's get going, gorgeous," Justin winked, but grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. Why did my body have to fit so well with his?
"I..." but I couldn't talk. He smelled so good... Fantastic, really. Like he was trying to seduce me with his damn smell! The popstar pulled me closer and closer until our lips were only a centimeter away. I found myself wondering how I managed to tear my lips away from his last night, when I couldn't now.
"'A man's kiss is his signature,' " Justin quoted before closing the distance between our lips.
We always did this! It was so sudden. One second, we would be joking around and just having fun, but suddenly, the mood would change and we would be kissing. Our lips moved in sync, I needed to pull away, but I just couldn't. Something about Justin was so... Intriguing. He wrapped his arms all the way around my waist, daring me to try and tease him or pull away, but I didn't want to.
"Your signature is very nice," I whispered onto his lips and watched his smile grow as he pushed his lips against mine once more.
We were torn apart by Justin's iPhone ringing. He growled a tiny bit before removing a hand from my lower waist and slipping it into his pocket. Somehow, he managed to continue looking perfect, even with an annoyed facial expression.
"Hello?" He answered in an almost rude tone.
"Be nice," I whispered, still only inches from his face, but controlling myself.
Justin jokingly rolled his eyes at me, "Yeah, bro. Liv and I will be back soon. Yeah. Yes. I know we have work. It'll be fine. We're only here a few more days! Please. Why?! Because I needed a vacation, and I wasn't about to leave my new girlfriend. You knew. Yes. Fine. Bye, Scooter."
"Is everything alright, J?" I asked Justin.
"Sure. Scooter's just all worked up."
"We have to go back, don't we?" I asked quietly, as I had been enjoying these last few days.
"Yes... I'm sorry, Liv. But let's make the most of our last day here."
"Okay."
***
Six hours later, Justin and I were cuddled up on the beach again. Justin was playing his guitar and I was watching the beautiful Caribbean sunset. For some reason, I was kind of emotional about leaving this place. It was so peaceful.
"Justin?" I looked into my publicity boyfriend's eyes, but he avoided mine.
"Yeah, Liv?" He didn't stop playing and he didn't look up.
"This won't last forever, will it?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" He said, getting curious and pausing in his guitar playing.
"The peacefulness."
"No, Liv. It won't." He sighed, and strummed to the tune of As Long As You Love Me on his guitar.
"We go back... And the fame will hit us hard, won't it?" I pushed myself up off of the sand.
"Yes, it will. But you're already fa- hey, what are you doing!?" He asked as I pulled him up out of the sand and his guitar slid off of his lap with a musical thud.
"Making the most of our last night here!" I smiled and pulled him towards the ocean.
We played in the water and I ripped his white t-shirt off. It was only obnoxious anyway. He threw my ripped denim shorts onto the beach and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, teasing him. He gave in and kissed me. A very passionate kiss that reminded me of one of those romance movies where they jump into each other's arms and play tonsil hockey until the end credits. But that's not what this was.
Maybe this was the end credits of our vacation, but not our relationship.
***
The next morning, we were boarding our flight home when the paparazzi recognized Justin. I was wearing big sunglasses and a silver-grey zip-up jacket with a black tank top underneath. My black shorts were comfy and I wore silver hi-top Nike shoes. Justin's outfit was similar, but with a hoodie and sweats. It was sickeningly cute.
"IS THAT JUSTIN BIEBER?!"
Those four words caused all hell to break loose.
"Ah hell! Liv, come with me!" Justin said, and all at once I became aware of all of the cameras flashing and iPhones recording us.
We ran as quick as we possibly could to the loading area.
"You HAVE to let us onto the plane RIGHT now." Justin commanded the lady behind the check in desk.
"Sorry, sir. I can't do that," the ignorant woman responded.
"You have GOT to be kidding me," Justin pulled his sunglasses off and looked the woman in the eyes, " I am Justin Bieber, the paparazzi is chasing my girlfriend and me, and I request to board the plane early," he said sternly, holding his ground against the oblivious woman.
"I know who you are, but it does not matter. It's against the rules, mister Bieber."
"Screw the Caribbean," Justin mumbled and turned the pair of us so that we were facing the paps, who had quickly caught up.
"It would've happened sooner or later," I squeezed Justin's hand apologetically. He looked at me, and even though he couldn't see through my sunglasses, I knew he could tell that I wasn't ready.
Justin pulled me in for a quick kiss, but that didn't help. My stomach did nervous flips and my heart pounded out of my chest. Cameras flashed all around us.
"JUSTIN!" A pap screamed, attracting Justin's and my own attention.
"WHO'S THE LADY, JUSTIN?" Another yelled. Of course they wouldn't recognize me that well, my face was mostly covered up and I hadn't been at the top of the charts for four years like Justin had.
"You know I love my fans, but can't my girlfriend and I get a little bit of privacy? We're on vacation. Once we're back in the US, you all can take pictures of us. Ight?" Justin tried to reason with them, but they were all freaking crazy.
"You two were already spotted on the beach. They already know you were here!" A fan pointed out.
"I would respect you a lot more if you'd care enough to leave us alone just this one time," Justin sighed.
"How about no?" One of the rude paps said and encouraged the rest to continue taking pictures. I tried to hide myself inside of the big zip up sweatshirt.
"Hey Justin, what's your girlfriend's name?" A pap shouted and Justin pushed me- gently- halfway behind him.
"Leave her alone!" Justin shouted.
We pushed our way out of the crowd of paps and Justin stopped by his fans. He took deep breaths and looked up at the girls and few boys. They were all so confused and excited.
"Is it really you?" A girl asked him and he couldn't help but smile. It didn't matter how pissed he was, the fans always made it better.
"Yes, it's me," Justin smiled and posed with fans as I stood back and admired them. It was all going great until a girl that looked about twelve approached me while Justin was chatting with the fans.
"I know who you are," she said to me quietly.
"What?" I asked her, hoping I had heard wrong.
"I know who you are, Olivia," she spoke quietly, but she knew that I had heard her.
"Please keep it to yourself, Justin and I really can't have people knowing, okay?" I smiled at her.
"I'm your biggest fan... And it hurts me to see him getting all of the attention." She said with a sad look in her eyes.
"Trust me, sweetie, it won't last forever," I gave her a hug and they called out Justin and I's flight.
We were finally going home.