The Locket Of Hair

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7. TLOH 66

A Bieber Love Story

The Locket of Hair part 66:

The Text

This part is dedicated to @DaKidrauhlChick for being such a fierce bitch and talking to me about Justin’s dick when I got a little confused on what to right.

*Sam’s point of view*

I grabbed his arm biting down on my lip so hard I felt blood swirl around my tongue. He’d just been sitting there teasing me running up and down the slit in a soft, smooth rhythm. I looked over at him and he was still watching the stage putting up a good front. He licked his lip and I should’ve saw it coming but I didn’t. His fingers plunged in deep causing everything inside of me to move up. I honestly believe he altered the placement of my internal organs. How did no one notice this guy with his hand up my dress though? It was a really good question. Anyway . . . he moved close to whisper in my ear and it completely broke through me like Jerry through Tom if know what I’m saying.

“You’re so wet . . . it’s soaking my hand.” He whispered.

Ovaries. Gone.

“I—I’m sorry.” I stuttered working really hard to breathe.

“Don’t apologize you should let Tom talk more often we don’t talk enough.” He smirked.

I bit my lip. “You speak plenty.”

Then all of a sudden his hand was gone and the ache intensified by like sixty nine. Get it? Ugh I’m too funny now back to the story. I looked up just in time for him to slide his finger into his mouth like it was the most natural thing a human could do. Honest to God I wanted to attack that boy like a fucking squirrel monkey. And after that he just watched the play. He did a dance battle with Usher. He smiled and had fun like nothing had happened, like my underwear weren’t wetter than a damn river. It was the most frustrating thing ever. To be honest if you asked me the name of that God forsaken play I wouldn’t have an answer.

I kept stealing glances and he’s smile at me with a glint in his eye but that was it. Nothing. Not even a smirk. The sexual frustration was fresh in my veins reminding me of how bad I needed him. Yes need. It wasn’t an option at that point. So I just stood up and grabbed him by the sweatshirt yanking us both out of the room and down the hallways.

“Baby where are we going?” He asked.

“Bathroom.” I muttered.

He didn’t have to ask what for. Now you may say: Sam, why degrade yourself and whore it out in a bathroom stall like you have no self-respect. And I have just one thing to say. Have you ever fucked Justin Bieber? I rest my case. My heels were protesting but I pushed myself anyway pulling him side and pressing his body up against the door to attack his lips with mine. He groaned and moved his hands onto my hips pulling my body closer till pelvises touched. I pulled his sweatshirt off and let his beanie drop to the ground as he looked at me shaking his head.

“Get on your knees.” He whispered.

I don’t know if I obeyed his command or if I lost the feeling in my legs and just fell on the floor. My fingers trembled with anticipation as they pulled his belt and he leaned back groaning. His jeans felt to the floor and I could see his hard on through the underwear. I looked up at him biting my lip and his hands just seem to find their way to the back of my head coaxing me down to get the job done. 

“Uhh Sam,” He groaned. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

I kept going trying to keep my throat tight not gag.

“N—no slower baby, slower.” He moaned. 

He tensed up banging his hands around the stall for a few minutes making me think I was hurting him or something. But I guess I was doing mighty fine cause his voice came out rugged, rough, and sharp.

“Fuck get off I’m gonna blow you gotta stop!” He screamed. 

I went to move but he was already cumming.

“Sam! Justin! You in here?!” 

Only Scooter. Such a cock block I swear.

“I—I’m here!” Justin said trying to stifle a moan.

We looked into each other’s eyes my mouth obviously a little occupied and his still grunting.

“Are you okay you’re not sick are you?” Scooter called.

“No! Don’t come closer . . . I just I need a minute bro.” He breathed.

“Okay well . . . have you see Samantha? Usher’s about to come back on stage he’s gonna be disappointed if both of you are gone.”

“We’re coming I promise.” He sighed.

One of more than the other. I pulled off and gasped completely out of air and coughing a little bit to be honest.

“Okay what’s going on in there Justin?” Scooter asked nervously. 

He probably thought Justin was like cheating on me or something. Justin pulled his pants up and pulled me close kissing me and whispering that I was amazing and so so so so tight and that he was sorry for choking me on Jerry before he kissed my forehead, zipping up his zipper and running out of the stall.

“S—sorry bro just had to piss.” He tried to act cool.

Didn’t work. I didn’t breathe just sitting there crouched on the floor as his foot steps grew further. Scooter looked down under the stall and saw my feel before shooting up with a growl.

“Are you cheating on her?!” He shouted.

“N—no! Never it’s not what you think Scooter.” He defended himself.

Scooter busted through the door then seeing me standing there blushing like an idiot with my hands behind my back.

He just looked at me and then at Justin and shook his head looking down. Then without a word he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the guy’s room and back to the show. I knew it before he said it but him saying it made it so much worse.

“I’m so disappointed in you Samantha.” He muttered. “I thought you had more respect for youself.”

The rest of the show I just sat quietly and watched the show kind of ashamed of myself. Justin came back with his sweatshirt pulled back into place and sat down beside me. None of said another word to each other the rest of the show.

“Justin!” Usher yelled.

We were backstage now and Usher had shown up sweaty and smiling as Justin jumped to give him a hug.

“That was great bro!” Justin promised. “You killed it.”

“You know, you know.” He smirked.

They got their hugs and handshake and then he moved on to everyone else. I was left last shying away from everyone and just kind of keeping to myself because of nerves. But when usher got to me he looked at me like . . . the way Scooter did. Like a daughter. Like he’d known me all my life.

“Samantha.” He breathed.

“Hi.” I said shyly.

“I hope you don’t mind I know I’m sweaty and stuff but I just have to hug you.” He said.

The hug was a little weird at first but I let him do it because he meant so much to Justin and in a way so much to me for being such an important part of Justin’s life.

“You look beautiful. I’ve heard so much about you I know it’s late but I’d like to take you two out tomorrow before you leave if that’s okay with you?” He asked softly.

I smiled and went through the schedule in my head a little bit.

“Uh yea that sounds great. I have two shows to do in the morning but I’d love to meet up afterwards if it works for you.” I said softly.

He nodded. “Okay that’s cool. Thanks for coming.” 

“No problem you looked great up there.” I assured him.

We hugged again before he let me run off to Justin who embraced me in his arms the second he got and whispered in my ear.

“I’m sorry about what happened but thank you for being nice to him. He really likes you Sammy.” He said.

I smiled. “It’s okay Scooter will forgive me eventually. I just want to go to the hotel it’s almost one in the morning.”

“Okay can I talk for a second first?” 

“You don’t have to ask me anything baby I’ll wait.” I promised.

He smiled and took my hand making me come with him so he could catch up with Usher a little bit. And as long as he was holding me in his arms I knew I didn’t mind.

*Justin’s point of view*

“Did you have fun tonight?” She asked me.

We’d finally made it back from the show and were in the bathroom washing faces and brushing teeth when she asked. 

“It was amazing baby Usher had like slayed and then the studio was cool. I missed your face though.” I explained.

She blushed. “I missed yours too.”

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and I smiled going to wrap my arms around her. I kissed her ear and smiled as she dried her face. She let my hands rest on her hips for a while as I kissed her skin.

“I really am sorry about earlier. It was my fault.” I murmured.

She shrugged. “It’s okay.”

I moved my hand sup her back and she closed her eyes with a sigh.

I smiled. “Want a back rub before bed?”

She nodded up at me with big hopeful brown eyes pulled into a puppy dog face. I laughed and she giggled as I picked her up in my arms and carried her to bed. I pulled her in-between my legs and went to start before biting my lip.

“Take your shirt off.” I demanded softly.

Sam paused for a second before pulling the shirt over her head and causing my stomach to stir. She groaned as I moved my hands softly over her back.

“Baby why are you so tensed all the time?” I asked.

“Mmm . . . I don’t know just nervous about tomorrow.” She sighed.

“You’re gonna be great, perfect.” I assured her.

She chuckled. “I’m glad you guys are so supportive of me.”

“We’re a family baby. But you know I think I’ll send you to that spa again let them work you out.”

“I’m sexually frustrated are they going to give me a vibrator?” She muttered.

I laughed and kept rubbing. “Just a couple more days. We could even get started on the plane if you could be quiet for once.”

“We could even get started on the plane if your dick wasn’t the size of fucking Canada.” She shook her head.

I smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment I’m sorry you want me so bad sweetie.”

“Psh must I remind you? Uhhhh! Slower, slower baby!” She mocked.

“I did not sound like that!” I argued.

She giggled. “Messing with you baby you’re moans make me wet.”

I shook my head laughing and went back to rubbing and making her groan.

“My dad’s gonna come to the wedding.” I said softly.

She gasped. “Jazzy and Jaxon too?”

“Yep. I think it had something to do with us telling him the story. He gets it now.”

She looked down and I kissed the tip of her spine. “Not a lot of people have a story like ours baby.”

She reached around to kiss me softly on the mouth.

“That’s for damn sure.”

I smiled moving my hands away from her back. “Feel better?”

She nodded sighing. “Lot’s babe thank you.”

I fell back pulling us both down on the bed. Sam giggled wiggling her way into my arms. Her skin was soft, body warm. I ran my hands over her stomach marveling over something as simple as a belly button. She had such an adorable belly button. 

“Baby, stop staring my fat.” She whined.

I looked up at her. “Stop it. I love you and your body so get over it and let me look dammit.”

She giggled a little and blushed.

“How about a late night snack before bed?” I asked.

“Like what?”

“Like . . .” I went intot he drawer of the bed side table and grabbed the menu. “Chicken tender, fries, and . . . oh union rings!”

“Babe that’s a lot of food.” She sighed.

“Well you’ve only eat what twice today? Come on please?” I begged.

She looked down and spoke softly. “Okay.”

I kissed her softly before picked up the phone and calling room service.

We ate and talked so more. She was reluctance at first until I told her how sexy she was when she chewed. She laughed, getting used to eating. I held her under the covers feeding her fries just to bit off the end and kiss her. She’d giggled and blush and I’d laugh. She was just too cute. When Sam started yawning I remembered all the work ahead of her the next day. I pulled her sweatpants off and wrapped those perfect legs around my back.

“Goodnight baby.” I whispered.

“Goodnight, I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.”

We turned the lights off and snuggled closer falling asleep in each other’s arms.

*Sam’s point of view*

Scooter woke me up seventeen times before I actually got out of the bed. I got five minutes to brush my teeth and put on shoes. I tried to zone out on the drive looking forward to just leaning on Justin for support but Scooter wasn’t have that. We got into the car and I had my blanket and everything already slobbering—not really—like the baby I am. Justin took me into his arms throwing the blanket over me and leaning my head on his shoulder. Then all of a sudden that big ass deep voice just comes out of no where awakening me from my slumber. I guess no one ever told ScootScoot not to fuck with Sam when she’s tired. Then again maybe I have the wrong profession.

“Do you wanna go over the questions?” He asked.

“Go ahead. I’m listening.” I yawned.

I heard the first one . . . How do I feel about the fame I’ve encountered an idiotic question if you ask me. But after that it was just zzzzzzzzz .. . .

“Sam, baby you gotta stay awake.” Justin nudged me.

They worked the rest of the time getting me woken up and not getting cussed out. My fans were outside the studio and that felt good to see them and complain about getting up so earlier. But some of them told me they’d been there for hours and that was just crazy. So I took my time signing whatever I could and taking pictures. I was told to go inside for hair and makeup but I signed something or took a picture for every person out there waiting no matter what. Security tried to physically move me but Justin wasn’t having that.

He got in-between me and the guard pressing him back.

“Hey just give her a minute bro she’s not hurting anyone.”

It was only when Scooter had to tell to move that I knew we’d be late if I didn’t. 

“Thank you guys so much!” I said waving. “I love you!”

Justin wrapped his arm around me and smiled as we headed inside. They got me in a chair and handed me coffee before starting to work on my face and hair as Justin and I talked. I had him tweet on my behalf of me that security pissed me off trying to take me away from my sexy bitches outside. Then to go watch Live with Kelly but as once I was up I was for good so he helped keep me entertained rapping with me to whatever we could come up with.

“I’m sorry Ms. McCartney.” A lady interrupted.

“You can call me Sam.” I smiled warmly. 

“Oh okay, Sam. We have your dress selections that you requested and Kelly would like to meet you.”

“Oh of course! And thank you for the dresses I just didn’t have anything.”

They brought in a rack and I started to go through asking Justin’s opinion.

“Nah that’s not you that’s like a girly bubble gum and pig-tails sort of thing. You’re edgier.” He said to the pink ensemble.

“No baby that’s orange.” Because Justin hated orange unless he wore it and it somehow became swaggy.

“Too short.” Or “Too school teacher” what ever the fuck that means or “Too business woman.”

That went on till we came across a black short number that squeezed on my chest perfectly and according to Justin:

“It keeps your body talkin showing off all those curves.”

I’d blushed and left it on pairing the dress with converses because it just looked cooler and all these studded bracelets they gave me. I always wanted to appear relatable and if you’re only even wearing two thousand dollar heels no girl can relate because they can’t afford them. So I always bought a lot of sneakers and shit it made me more comfortable too. I sat in Justin’s lap while I waited for Kelly leaning my head on his shoulder and taking pictures. He told me I looked beautiful and posted a picture on twitter saying God doesn’t make girls like this very often. When Kelly came to meet me we were giggling and kissing each other. More so he was kissing my neck and I was acting like a little girl. I’d never met her before and wanted to give a good first impression. It crossed my mind that that’s not what I was doing. Before I could start sobbing though she broke us up with a loud AWWWW.

“Hi I’m Sam.” I said rushing to get out of Justin’s arms.

“Hi Sam you look beautiful!”

She hugged me and had this big bubbling personality that for whatever reason didn’t annoy me.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m glad to have you on the show.” She said.

I smiled. “I’m happy to be here.”

“Oh and congratulations on the engagement you too you’re adorable.”

I blushed, Justin thanked her on my behalf.

“Let me know if you don’t want to talk about it in the interview I won’t go there at all.”

“If people really still care—I haven’t checked tabloids in a while—ask away.” I shrugged.

“Okay we won’t focus the whole interview on it though.” She nodded.

They did the five minute warning thing and she had to go onto set leaving me to stand up and get ready. Justin wrapped his arms around me and let me lean my head on his chest to calm the nerves. I don’t know why I was nervous but I knew it was getting the better of me. And Justin knew it too.

“You’re gonna be amazing baby. Don’t even worry about it.” He whispered.

I took deep breathes and tried to focus on his words.

“Just remember I’m right back here watching you and smiling at how beautiful you look.” He said a smirk in his tone.

But that wasn’t good enough for me. It scared me not having him right next to me even though I knew it wasn’t that way. Ellen was different because I loved her and I trusted her. I think it just had something to do with New York it was first times I was on like big shows like that you know?

“Do you think . . . Never mind.” I mumbled realizing the stupidity of the question.

“No ask me baby you know I’d do anything to make you happy.” He said rocking us slowly in place trying to calm me down.

“Could you guys maybe sit in the audience? Just so I could look out and see you? I know it’s stupid I just . . . I don’t know.” 

He looked at me for a second and dropped his arms from around me. “I’m gonna be right back okay just stand here.”

He left before I could get a word in and was gone another five minutes leaving me ten minutes until I went on. When he came back I was pulling a rubber band against my wrist over and over again. It was one of the things my therapist told me to do in times of stress or the need to cuss. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and made me stop noticing the red marks now pulled across my skin. Justin didn’t like the rubber bands either but said it was better than the cutting and if the doctor told me to do it he couldn’t complain.

“Me, Alfredo, Scooter, and Kenny will be in the audience okay? Moshe too. You think you’ll be okay now?” He asked softly.

I took a deep breath nodding my head and smiling. “Thank you baby.”

They gave me my two minute warning and Justin pulled me into a hug patting my hair.

“I’m gonna go now okay? I love you baby you look amazing.” He said kissing me softly.

I blushed like crazy. “I love you too thank you.”

He ran to get into the audience leaving me by myself for a couple seconds before they gave me my cue. Then they pulled the curtains open and I took a deep breath stepping out into the light.

*Justin’s point of view*

I think people noticed that we were sitting there but they were just too afraid to say anything. Scooter, Alfredo, Kenny, and Moshe were excited to support her and it was great that she had us out there. I knew the best part of performing for the first time was having those friendly faces that I could look to and know that they were supporting me. She just needed a little bit of that today. They showed the same clip from Ellen and then everyone in the crowd went crazy when Sam walked out. It seemed like she got more applause then I did on the show which was confusing but I’m sure it had something to do with being in the audience. A lot of girls had signs and I felt like a horrible fiancé for not have making one but she looked out and saw me and that girl’s face just lit up. 

“Hi Sam!” Kelly enthusiastically said hugging her.

“Hello.” She said softly.

“I’m so glad to have you here finally and you look stunning by the way.” 

She smiled. “My fans said I was wearing heels too much when I really just like rock the same pair till they get on my nerves. But today I just felt like being able to feel my ankles by the end of the day.”

Everyone laughed. Damn she was cute.

“Oh I hear you! So uh tell me a little bit about just how you’ve dealt with the fame you kind of encountered.”

Sam bit the inside of her cheek probably trying to figure out how to answer the question.

“I’m really not famous.” She said finally.

The fans in the audience didn’t really seem to agree with that.

“Oh no? they think so.” Kelly said.

She laughed. “I know and the fans they’re really just like my family like I go to them all the time and we just talk. But in like 2010 I was only in magazines because of who I was dating. When I broke up with him but then we got back together it’s like the paparazzi just had to make up for lost time and follow us everywhere. Really all I did was kind of take a spotlight that I didn’t necessarily want and turn into something positive. I’d made a lot of mistakes and if people were really going to look at me two seconds I wanted to give them something good to look at.” 

“That’s great and I don’t want to invade your personal life too much but what was it like with the breakup did paparazzi when you did call it off since you really weren’t famous?”

“Well to be honest I was like really super, duper crushed with that breakup like that was the start of the realization of all my problems. So I was literally in bed for weeks. I went back to school in Canada and things kind of just fell back into the way they were before. I became invisible again.”

There were a couple awwws in the audience but Sam just laughed.

“I’m good now guys obviously.” 

She looked over at me and I kissed at the air. She gave a little wave and blushed. 

“But you do kind of have a business going now don’t you? How do you handle all that?” Kelly asked.

“I mean at first I was asked to do Ellen and I didn’t have like you know management or anything. But then like people just kind of wanted to take advantage of my lack of knowledge about the business. In the end I really just work with like a small group of people and they help me with everything I’m going through. Scooter really took it on at the beginning to just help me out when I needed it but it completely just expanded.” Sam explained.

They brought up a picture of Scooter and Sam getting icecream and then another one of them in New York the other day.

“Scooter is Justin’s manager right just for people who don’t know?” Kelly asked.

Sam nodded. “Yea. He’s like a dad to me. He’s just this really cool, really intelligent, suave kind of guy. But then at the same time he can hang with everyone and act like a kid. He just cares that we grow up as people who have the tools to handle themselves in whatever situation and just helping us grow up in a way. He’s just the biggest beast you could ever meet and I have nothing but love and respect for ScootScoot.” 

People laughed and I elbowed Scooter.

“What kind of advice does he give you though?” 

She thought it through and moved her hands as she talked the way she always did.

“You know I feel like every day I’m with him he teaches me something I never knew so it’s like each day he’ll just leave me with these words and I’ll end up thinking about them trying to figure it out for myself. And at the end of the day that’s some of the most importance advice he’s ever given me. Is that I part of becoming an adult is not relying on everyone to figure things out for you and explain them you kind of have to rely on no one but yourself and just learn to figure things out on your own.” She smiled at him in the crowd and waved. 

“That’s really good advice.” She said.

Sam nodded. “I’m telling you dudes a beast.”

The audience laughed again.

“Well we’ll be right back with Sam McCartney everybody!” Kelly said.

The first thing Sam asked was. “Can I go out into the audience.” 

And despite the security tagging her on both sides they let her. She worked her way up the rows hugging people that asked and signing anything she could. Then she got to us and hugged Moshe, then Kenny, then Alfredo, then Scooter though she really did look like a little girl reaching up to hug her dad that time, then came me. Just needing a little piece of my baby. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I slid mine onto her hips hugging her body tight and listening to her laugh in my ear.

“I love you.” She giggled.

“I love you too you’re doing great.” I smiled.

She reached up to kiss me pulling my face down to hers and making em groan against her mouth. They started to do the countdown to go back on air and Scooter snatched her away from me. The audience enjoyed it though and clapped so Scooter can stop being such a cockblock anytime now.

“And we’re back with Sam McCartney everyone now I know that you’re engaged so you’re planning a wedding unless you gave that job to someone else? And then you have interviews and magazines and everything that you’re doing is it hard?” She asked. “Especially when doing the documentary?”

“Well first of all I am planning the wedding I don’t have a stick shove up my ass just because of who I’m engaged too. We have a wedding planner but most of it is just me, her, and Justin. Then with like interviews it’s not hard or anything until my anxiety like gets me nervous and then I have to watch was I said because Scooter says I cuss too much. I think the hardest part is just learning to balance who I am with what is okay to share with the world. Because I’m such an open person and sometimes I am too open and it gets me in trouble. But uh I think just showing you are as a person is a good think so I don’t really worry too much about it and that’s what I had to do on the interview was just learn to not psycho analyze what I mean when I say I feel fat today or something. If I don’t let my fans in I’d end up going crazy.” She smirked. 

Kelly laughed. “Do you get a lot of hate those? Cause I know there are some cruel people out there.”

“That’s what is so funny is that I don’t really get that much hate. I mean the fanbases are pretty nice except for selenators some of them don’t like me very much. But when I was in treatment a lot of the times at like the first month I was resisting the treatment. So I would sit on my laptop and just search for the hate.” She said.

I bit my lip remembering that.

“What do you mean search for the hate though?” Kelly asked.

“Like I would type in my name in the search engine and just put in fat or whore or bitch or whatever. And it’s out there I mean I found plenty of it to break down over. But J—Justin stopped letting me do that. He checks now and everything and I just really don’t feel the need to care anymore.” 

She got applauded for that the way she deserved to be.

“That’s great. I saw you too backstage all cuddled up together.” Kelly said in a girly kind of voice.

Sam blushed. “We were not! . . . . we were just sitting.”

We all laughed together.

“You weren’t snuggling up together back there? Oh my goodness who’s lap were you sitting on?” She asked.

Sam looked down in embarrassment. She was so cute.

“I was sitting on his but . . . we weren’t I mean . . . he wouldn’t let me go.” She giggled.

“oh it was Justin’s fault?” She asked skeptically.

“You’re like blowing up my spot right now.” Sam blushed.

“Awwww she’s blushing!”

Sam shook her head. “He’s very . . . affectionate. I mean we both are and I just like to cuddle. I’m a cuddle kind of person.” 

She looked over at me and smiled again.

“It’s so nice to see such a good happy couple. Are you guys having fun together?” She asked.

“I got a back rub last night. I love those.” She giggled. “It’s important to me just learn to enjoy the company of a person more than the things they can do when you go out. I don’t like to go drop half the mortgage of the house for him to take buy me a motorcycle or something. But we do really good at just staying in and making each other laugh or have having epic rap battles. Having fun is the most important of the relationship and we do that every single day so I’m happy. I hope he’s happy.”

“What does he do that’s like romantic though?” Kelly asked.

She looked down then out at me. “He’s just romantic in general. Like when we fight or something he’ll just grab me up in his arms and use that seductive voice yea beliebers know what I’m talking about . He licks his lip and he’s all like let’s just stop fighting. He does that to me alllll the time. But it’s cute uhm . . . Since we got back together I have never gone to bed without or woken up without him telling me he loves me.”

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” The crowed screeched.

Scooter nudged me.

“Never like ever? Even when he’s like doing press or something?” Kelly asked astonished.

Sam shook her head. “No never. When he’s away he wakes up before me so he’ll like text me and leave me a voicemail. And the text will just say check your voicemail beautiful or baby or something. Then the voicemail is all sweet and he has his morning voice which is like rugged and sexy. I think I save them all.” 

Kelly smiled. “Well I’m glad you guys are so happy and I’m so glad you’re having such a good time with this documentary I saw it and it’s great. You’ll have to come back and talk to me again. The documentary is out next week on MTV go watch it! Thank you Sam we’ll be right back!”

And then just like that everything she’d been so worried about was behind her.

*Sam’s point of view*

Justin came out of the audience to hug me when I was done. That was awesome just getting to run into his arms and have him hug me tight. He kissed me softly holding onto my waist and smirking at me as soon as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“I have a sexy morning voice huh?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh shh up.” 

“I wanna take you out to lunch before Fallon okay? Pizza alright?” Justin murmured.

I smiled. “Yea that’s fine baby. I’m just really happy.”

“good.” He whispered kissing my cheek.

We left the studio and I met some more fans before going out to lunch with my crew. MY crew. Had to give it to Justin it had a nice ring to it. Justin helped me into the car and I talked to Scooter and everybody the interview the rest of the car ride.

“Did I do okay?” I asked.

Alfredo was the first to yell out.

“Are you kidding me? You slayed! You were funny and honest and I have no idea why you were worried once so ever.” He shook his head.

I laughed. “Thanks Fredo that means a lot. Scooter?”

Scooter rolled his eyes. “You know you were perfect. You’re language was a lot cleaner so overall I’d say it was a great interview. I think you’re gonna get a lot of views.” 

Justin’s arms tightened around me and he smiled. “Told you.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I’m lucky to have such an amazing guy on my side.”

“Oh come here.” He whispered pulling me by my chin so we could kiss.

We kissed the rest of the ride actually just focusing on nothing but the way our lips merged together. He moved my hair out of the way wrapping his fingers around my neck and making my sigh. My veins started to heat up as he ran his tongue around mine in small little circles. I wanted to move closer but was restricted by my seatbelt my hands went to move it but Justin slid his fingers down my sides and locked his hands around my wrists.

“Stop moving so fast baby.” He whispered.

I nodded softly as he moved his mouth back to mine and released my wrists moving his hand onto my cheek. My blood was boiling but I tried to calm down and take it slow the way he wanted. But he just kept doing things that drove me crazy. Like biting my lip so softly I wanted to scream. Or looking into my eyes with just pure brown eyes that you could see all the way into his soul through. He held me in his arms and by the time we’d gotten to the restaurant my heart was just pounding in the pit of my chest.

“Ahem . . . . AHEM!!!! We are here now get up!” Alfredo yelled.

Justin pulled away and smirked at me. “You’re so fucking sexy. Now leggo!”

We all got out of the car but I was moving slow clutching my hand to my heart. Alfredo came up to sliding a hand onto my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. “I’m sure he’s a good kisser but breathe Sam.”

I took a deep breath. “S—sorry.”

He shook his head and laughed wrapping an arm around me as he headed inside. My phone lit up with a text from Nick and I smiled opening it just for the smile to completely vanish.

“Uh Fredo I need to make a call will you tell Justin I’m on my way?” I asked.

“Sure everything okay?” He asked.

“Everything’s fine just go I’ll be there in a second.” I tried to smiled reassuringly.

I looked down at my phone scared out of my mind by the text I’d gotten.

Nick: Please call me now Jazzy is hurt.

What the hell was I going to do?

 

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