Believe (A Justin Bieber Story) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 45

Kayleigh’s POV

I opened my eyes, glancing over at the clock. I yawned, realizing where I was. Justin was passed out right beside me; I could hear his light breathing. I tapped his chest, sitting right side up. I extended my arms, getting out of bed. I limped over into the kitchen part of the hotel room. I refuse to use those damn crutches; they hurt my arms. I opened the fridge, grabbing cold water. I sipped it finding my way to the bathroom. I opened the shower curtain and stared at the faucet. It was really weird. I looked at it again; I still couldn’t figure it out. I approached Justin, shaking his upper body. “Babe, wake up. Its 3 o’clock, we fell asleep.” He groaned, “Noooo…” “Yeeesssssss.” I groaned in the same tone of voice right back at him. He scoffed, rolling out of bed, literally. I heard a boom as he hit the floor. I couldn’t help but laugh, managing to catch my breath to say, “Justin! Are you alright”? I continued to laugh. He looked up at me from the floor smiling. I accidently snorted which caused him to burst into laughter with me. He got up off the floor, “I love your laugh.” I blushed at his compliment. “Can you help me get the shower ready? I can’t figure out how to work the damn thing.” I stood up. He walked toward the bathroom; turning on the water within seconds. “Ta da!” he pointed at the running water. “Thank you.” I smiled at kissed his cheek as I hopped on one foot around him, shutting the door on his way out. I stripped out of my clothes, tossing them in the corner. I got in the shower, making sure not to stand on my ankle. I used the hotels cheap shampoo to wash my hair, rinsing it all out afterward. I grabbed my razor, shaving my legs. After I was finished with everything, I hopped out. I glanced around looking for towels. Shit, that’s what I forgot to get from the counter downstairs. I rolled my eyes and opened the bathroom door slightly. “Justin!” I peeked my head out. “Can you got get some towels from Scooter or something?” No answer. I walked out wobbling for a blanket that was a crossed the bed. I threw it over my damp body and limped into the other room, “Justin!” Still no answer. I huffed and turned back into the room. I used the blanket to dry my body, then wrapping my hair inside. I hopped on one foot, grabbing my bra and underwear, slipping them on. Just as I clipped the back, I heard the door open.  “Up here Justin!” I bent down to pick up Justin’s shirt that was on the floor. I heard footsteps coming toward me, “It’s not Justin he’s…” I snapped my head around to find Alfredo standing in the doorway. He stopped talking and stared at my barely covered body. I stood straight up, covering myself. “I-I-I’m really sorry, I-I just came to tell you…” He stopped talking. “Turn around!” I laughed. Quickly throwing Justin’s shirt on. “Okay, you can turn back.” He was still in shock. “What? Fredo, are you okay?” “Y-Yeah.” He swallowed. “So where’s Justin?” “He went down stairs to get towels, he told me as I was walking up to stop by and tell you so you didn’t worry.” “It’s a little late for that now.” He laughed and looked at the ground. “Well, I’ll see you later…” Fredo walked out from the doorframe and into the hallway. “Well, that was awkward…” I mumbled to myself. I looked at the clock once more, 3:45. Justin and I had to leave in 15 minutes. I left Justin’s shirt on, tossing on a pair of short kaki shorts and some flip slops, tucking the shirt slightly in the front letting the rest flow out. I made my way to my suitcase unburying my sunglasses, putting them on my face. I limped out, sitting at the table, waiting for Justin. The door opened and Justin walked through. “Hey Kayleigh I got the!— Oh hey beautiful.” He slowly walked to me, kissing my cheek. “Hi babe.” I smiled back. “So, I’m guessing you don’t need these towels now?” he let out a light chuckle. “Nope, but you better get going we have a little less then 15 minutes.” “Oh shit that’s right.” He began to walk away when suddenly he turned around, looking at me. “Yes?” I asked. “Is that my shirt?” “Yup.” I popped the “p”. He shook his head walking into the room. I sat at the counter, flipping through my phone. I felt like something needed to be done, something big. “Hey…” I gulped. “Yeah?” she answered in an angry tone. “Rachel… why are you being this way?” “Because, you totally left me high and dry.” “I did not, aren’t you the one who said I had to pick between you and Justin? You know how much I love him. If you didn’t make me pick, none of this would have happened.” She let out a sigh on the other line. “I guess… I’m sorry. I know you love him, and he loves you considering he gave you a ring in the middle of the gym.” “How do you know that?” “I was watching TMZ and its all over twitter and shit.” “Oh…” “Kay, I’m so sorry. I really am, I over reacted. I get it, I just felt second hand to Justin.” “I know, I get that.” There was a few seconds of silence. “How are you guys doing anyway?” “We are good, did you hear what happen with the paparazzi?” “I didn’t, I haven’t really been on twitter or anything for a while. What happened?”  I took my time explaining the whole entire story, except for the club part. “Oh my goodness!” she gasped. “I know! But I’m good now, on crutches but good.” “You’re not using them are you?” “Nope.” We both laughed. It was good to be laughing with my best friend again. “Maybe, we can hangout soon?” I swallowed hard, “Well, I’m not going to be in town for a long time…” she went quiet. “What do you mean?” “I’m on tour with Justin, that’s why I’m in New York, like I said.” “Are you kidding me?! How long?” “A little over a year.” “Are you crazy Kayleigh!” she raised her voice a little, and then slowly calmed down. “Wow, I can’t believe my best friend is on tour with Justin Bieber.” She forced herself to laugh. I felt someone move their hands on my waist. I turned my head and found Justin, smiling at me. He placed a kiss on my neck. I let out a light giggle, “Kayleigh? What’s so funny?” “Oh, nothing but I got to go…” Justin kissed my neck again. “Justin! Stop.” I laughed. “Okay…” Rachel replied with hesitant. “I’ll talk to you later?” “Whatever.” The line went dead before I could even say goodbye. Oh well. “You ready love?” Justin whispered in my ear with his hands still around me. “Of course.” He smiled and grabbed my hand, we stuck and in hand as we walked out the door and down the hallway. Justin pressed the button for the elevator, the door opened almost immediately. We both walked in, but we weren’t alone. Standing in the middle was a tall girl. She has booty shorts on with a tight shirt. I looked down at my outfit, I felt a little insecure. I looked over at Justin, holding his hand tighter. I saw his eyes graze the girl top to bottom. She turned around and smiled at him, he smiled right back, licking his lips. I gently shoved him, trying to take his eyes off her ass. The door dinged, and the whore, I mean girl walked out. I rolled my eyes, leaning up against the wall of the elevator. “What’s wrong?” Justin moved closer to me. “You were checking her out!” I rose my voice a little. “I’m sorry…” “So for you to look at me like that I’ll have to wear shorts up my ass and a tight skimpy shirt? Damn, I must be completely over dressed.” I walked out of the elevator a little pissed off. I left Justin behind me, moving as quickly as I could with my ankle. I met up with Scooter and Fredo by the tour bus, “Where’s Justin?” “He’s back there some where.” I pointed behind me, jumping up the stairs. I plopped down on the couch inside the bus. Justin walked onto the bus slowly, he sat next to me. “Babe…” he began, I turned my head in his direction. “I’m sorry, I’m a teenage boy, that’s kind of our thing.” I sighed, “How would you like it if I was checking out some guy.” “I wouldn’t like it…” “Yeah, I know.” “Forgive me? Please.” He kissed my cheek, retaking my hand in his. I shook my head slightly grinning. “I forgive you too much.” “I’m lucky for that.” He smiled. We left the parking lot and pulled up to a dance studio about 5 blocks south. “Come on! I want you to meet the crew!” He took my hand escourtung me off the bus and into the studio. As soon as we walked in, I saw 8 dancers, 4 girls and 4 guys. “Hey, I remember you.” One of the male dancers pointed at me. “I brought you on stage, and he brought you the OLLG crown.” I nodded. “Yeah!” I giggled lightly. “Okay guys!” Justin interjected. “Let’s get started, if we get a few hours of solid practice we can all leave early! Kayleigh, go sit back over there with Fredo and Scooter, I love you.” He kissed my lips gently. “I love you too.” I smiled and w slowly let go of hands. I wandered with my limp toward Fredo. “Hey Fredo.” “Hey Kayleigh.” He looked down at the ground. “What is wrong Fredo? Every time you look at me, you end up looking away.” “I’m fine!” he finally looked at me and smiled. “Alright Fredo.” I shook my head. “Alright! 5,6,7,8…” I watched Justin and his dancers in awe. I then remembered my concert and all the energy that was there.

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Rehearsals ended at 10 instead of 11. I was waiting in the steel chair in the corner of the room for Justin. He said his goodbyes and made his way over to me. I stood up; he wrapped his arms around me. “Ew, you’re all sweaty.” I laughed quietly.  “Yeah I know, I can not wait to go take a shower!” He sighed and held my hand; we walked out front and onto the tour bus. I sat on the couch, propping my leg up on Justin’s lap. He placed his hand on my shin, rubbing up and down. “How’s your ankle feeling?” “It’s getting better, I know it won’t feel fully better for another week or so.” “Yeah…” We both smiled at one another as I laid my head back on a near by pillow. The ride back seemed super short, shorter then normal. When we got in the back of the hotel, there were fans in big groups. “How do they find you!” I said in complete shock. “I don’t know!” he exclaimed, “How did you find me?” “I never was able to! Trust me! I tried!” we both laughed as we walked hand in hand out into the screams. “Justin! I love you!” “I love you too sweetheart!” He waved at several fans, letting go of my hand to take some pictures. “Kayleigh! Can I please have a picture with you!” I limped as fast as I could over to the tall blonde girl calling my name. “Of course sweetie!” I grabbed her phone and snapped a quick picture. Justin was a head of me, I tried to make my way to him but every few steps someone was asking me for a picture. I didn’t want to just ignore them. I made my way down the line of girls and guys, Justin had already gone inside. I did a variety of faces, funny, smiling, serious. You name it; I did it. I finally reached the door to see Justin waiting inside. “Damn…” I mumbled. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot of work!  But I love em’” “I know you do babe.” We locked arms, finding our way up to our room. Justin slid the room key out of his sweatpants, putting it in the door. I felt the cold air whip past my face; it felt so nice. I limped into the bedroom, threw myself on the bed doing a belly flop. “I’m going to go shower, okay?” I shoved my face into my pillow. “Alright.” I heard Justin’s footsteps come closer. I felt warm lips touch my neck, slowly breaking away. I turned my head to the side, just catching a glimpse of Justin’s bare torso as he walked into the bathroom. I rolled over, laying on my back. I looked up at the ceiling, everything just popped into my head. How did I get so lucky to be with Justin? Of all those beautiful girls out there, why me? Then Rachel popped into my head. I put her through a lot of shit, I feel horrible but then again, I love Justin and shouldn’t she respect that? I know we are okay now but I’m having a weird feeling about all of this. Then the thought about my mom popped in, what if something happens while I’m out here? I can’t go rushing back. My father, how is he over seas? I haven’t heard from him since him and I had our fight. I hope that being with Justin and destroying so much was worth it. I took a deep breath of fresh hotel air, pushing it out of my nose. I lifted up my leg, rolling my ankle slowly. I felt a throbbing pain; squinting hoping it would distract me. I put it down and Justin came into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I ran his hands through his damp hair, messing it up a little. I smiled at his perfectly tanned skin. His tattoos were just icing on the cake. He walked over to his suitcase, which was still unpacked. He pulled out boxers and sweats; I turned around, not facing my slipping on his boxers. He turned back around, looking at me with a grin. He stepped into his sweats, re messing his hair once more. “Come lay with me?” I patted the bed next to me. He climbed straight into the bed, as his back hit the mattress, I got up. “What the hell!” he laughed. “One second pushy!” I shook my head, stumbling over to my clothes pulling out an extra large gray ‘Army’ shirt that was my dads. I slipped out my kaki shorts and Justin short, leaving them on the floor. I put the new shirt over my head, turning off the lights, and climbed into the bed cuddling up next to Justin. I pulled down the blankets getting inside with Justin. “This is so nice.” I smiled with my head on his chest. “Yes it is.” He laughed. “Hey Justin?” “Yeah babe?” “Why me?” “What do you mean?” “Why did you choose me over all those girls in the world that love you?” “I knew that there was different about you from the start, just the look in your eyes. You’re beautiful inside and out. I feel like you are so easy to talk to. I took a leap of faith, trusting you.” I began to smile. I felt his hand run underneath my shirt and to my stomach, lightly touching it. “One day, I’m going to be able to call you Mrs. Bieber, and soon after that we will have out first child, together. I love you Kayleigh, so damn much.” I placed my hand over the hand that was on my bare stomach. “I love you too Justin.” He kissed my forehead. We both began to doze off together, “You did amazing tonight…” I interrupted the silence. “I tried extra hard to impress you.”