Charlottes POV.
Pushing the door, and walking into the warm aroma of Starbucks, I sighed of relief to be out of the cold finally. Looking round the coffee shop, it was surprisingly empty, and Justin wasn't in sight. Taking my jacket off with a shrug, I walked over to a small coffee table and some comfy seats around it. Sitting down, I let myself wonder about what Justin had said yesterday morning at the ice-cream shop.
one; Was he dating Selena? He said he would explain today...
two; Who could possibly be the reason that Justin and I hadn't talked for three years?
three; THIS WAS A DATE?
When 'Jelena' was publicly announced, truth be told, my heart broke in two. It wasn't very surprising that he was dating someone so beautiful as Selena Gomez, and I definitely didn't expect Justin to be a loner like I was, turning down any sort of date. Well, truthfully, that isn't true. I did go on one date with this good looking boy in my science class, and at the end he moved in for his goodnight kiss, and I slapped him. He hadn't done anything wrong, he had been the perfect gentleman all night long, but the thought of kissing someone else upset me. The last person to ever kiss my lips was Justin, and I wanted to keep it that way. However sad that may be.
Justin had said it someone other than mine and his fault for the fact we hadn't talked in three years. To me, that sounded like bull. I mean, who would intentionally keep us two apart? Nothing bad was going to happen with us being together. We used to be joined at the hip before he moved away with his record label.
Technically, this was my first ever date with Justin, and looking at my watch, he was already half an hour late. I was happy that after three years Justin and I could just be Justin and Charlotte again, and not JUSTIN BIEBER and Charlotte. It was almost just like it used to be. But better. The old Justin had never asked me on a date before, so he had obviously improved with girls in the past three years. It was amazing how much he had changed in three years. It wasn't a massive shock; as he was plastered over the Internet and TV all the time, but it was weird. He used to have his gorgeous floppy hair, and now he had this sexy thing. I didn't even know how to describe it. In all honestly, as much as I loved 'the flick' I prefer his new hair now.
Looking back at my watch, it was now 3;40pm, which made him forty minutes late. Sighing, I got up and walked over to the till.
"Can I have a caramel cream Frappuccino, thing, please?" I said, glancing up at the pretty girl who was working. She nodded and typed what I had said into her till. I gave her the correct money, and walked back to my table. Justin's favourite from Starbucks was a Strawberry Cream Frappuccino. Well, it used to be. I wonder how he'd get here in disguise... wouldn't he be like, attacked by his crazy fans?
1 hour later.
Personally, I didn't have the faintest idea why I was still waiting here. Justin hadn't turned up. He was two hours late. I had paid for about three Frappuccino's and a cake and didn't even get one answer to my infuriating questions. Standing up, I threw my jacket on, and walked out into the now pouring rain. As Daisy, my beloved car, was all the way in Canada, I was expecting a lift home from Justin. As he hadn't even bothered to turn up, I had to walk back to his house, in a place I had never been before.
Right, the best thing to do is to walk to a phone place, ring mum, and tell her to pick me up. And when I get back home, I'm going to kill Justin. I don't even care about the millions who will want to hunt me down, or the life sentence in prison. He'll pay. Eugh! My hairs ruined.
Justins POV.
I looked down nervously at my watch yet again. I was two hours late, and I still couldn't leave. I couldn't even ring her to explain. Scooter knew exactly what he was doing. Making me say extra long in the studio so I'd miss my date with her. Somehow he must of heard my plans with Charlotte and done this intentionally. I hated him. I hated all of management.
"Okay, once more from the top Justin. I know its hard for you, but try and hit the notes this time." Scooters bored voice came from the small room next door. I took my seat in front of the microphone, and began recording the new song once more.
When I had moved from Canada and to Atlanta, I first begged Scooter to use his phone to call Charlotte as my own phone didn't work in America. He handed me a brand new phone, but with the same number. Strait away, I phoned her, but that was the time where she was so shocked to hear my voice she put the phone down. Everyday after I left her voice mails, to never get a reply, so I stopped sending her voice mails. Scooter told me that because she put the phone down, she never wanted to talk to me anyway. He said I had to make the decision between Charlotte and my new career as a pop star.
Believing all the stupid lies Scooter told me all those years ago, I thought Charlotte hated me, so I went along with my career. The two years, I genuinely looked up to Scooter, and thought Charlotte didn't like me because I was a nobody then, but I was proud I had actually made it. That's when I found out that Scooter had changed Charlotte's number in my contact list, to his number, so all the voice mails I used to send to her, actually went to him. He knew how much I loved Charlotte so made me pick between her, or becoming who I am today. When I confronted him, he told me he only did what was best for me. Which was more like himself. He thought that Charlotte would of been a distraction and made a blackmailed deal. If I were to ever talk to Charlotte again, he would drop me as a client and I would go back to being the no body I once was.
I was too afraid then, so I made the deal. I didn't ever want to be the boy who busked on the streets, who's mum couldn't pay the bills. As I made this deal, he controlled my life. He made me cut my hair, have a fake relationship with Selena Gomez and get earrings. He made every decision, every song I sung, where I sung, and who I sung to.
A year after this deal was made, I've now got hundreds of millions of views on my YouTube, and millions of fans on my Twitter. I had award after award. Now I knew that Scooter wouldn't drop me. He got 40% of all the money I make anyway, and if he wouldn't sign me, he wouldn't get anymore money and someone other definitely would. So now I knew I could see Charlotte, I didn't turn her away when she magically turned up on my doorstep. I had to tell this to Charlotte, and most importantly I had to get Scooter to stop controlling my life... somehow.
1 hour later.
"Charlotte, you have to forgive me." I begged, I was on my knees by her bed, and held my hands in a pleading matter. "I can't tell you here why I was late, but let me take you on a date tomorrow for lunch, and I'll explain everything. I'll drive you there and back so I will definitely make it."
She turned over, so now instead of facing the wall, she looked into my eyes. "Why should I?" She mumbled.
"Because you're leaving here by the end of the week, and I need to explain everything to you." I said, begging her with my eyes as well as my words. "I let you go once, and I;'m not letting it happen again." I told her.
"Okay. One more chance." She said, and I felt my face light up. "You're paying".
"Of course. Now come on, lets watch Marley and Me for old times sake." I said, walking over to the TV that was now in her room, which I pulled in ten minutes earlier. I put in the CD and jumped on her bed, pulling the covers over me as well as her, and putting my arm around her. She sighed and rested her head on my chest, now watching the screen which had an adorable puppy running around.
It felt good to have her in my arms again.