Over Again

I'm Miranda, an art colledge student, living in London with a fairly average lifestyle. That is, until I meet a few colourful characters that pull me from the streets into the limelight where unfortunately, I will never ever be forgotten.


18. His house.

Miranda's P.O.V:

I wash my face and fix my hair in the mirror before opening the bathroom door to be confronted by a distressed looking Justin, I raise an eyebrow curiously. He shakes his head and rests his head in his hands; I look at him weirdly, is he ok? I frown and walk lightly over to his bed, taking a seat on it. I lie on my back and he joins me the opposite side so we’re face to face, I can feel his breath on my face, sending shivers down my spine. He studies my eyes, like he’s reading me. I look down at his smooth sculpted lips, he really is something. No wonder Selena doesn’t want to let him go, who would?

After ten minutes of staring into each other’s eyes in silence, Justin's maid or whatever comes to the door knocking.

“Mr Bieber, you have that public meeting in an hour.”

Justin thanks her for reminding him before turning to me, a devilish grin all over his face. I shy away from him and feel my eyebrows automatically rise up,

“What are you thinking?”

He licks his lips and tilts his head towards my clothes that are lying in a heap in the corner, I nod timidly and pull the red leather leggings on, and leaving the shirt Justin lent me on over them. Justin’s Ramones shirt gives my outfit a casual look instead of the black one shoulder I was wearing last night. I glance worriedly at my heels, Justin sees and leaves the room, returning with a pair of baby pink Convers. He smiles and hands them to me,

“My maid sent for them.”

How did she get them so fast? I have no time to question it as Justin is pulling me by the arm out the bedroom door and down the staircase to the foyer.

He directs me into what I’m presuming is his living room where there are girl’s clothes laid out on the expensive sofa. Justin tilts his head while sticking his hands in his jean pockets. Justin’s maid is standing in the doorway smiling at me adoringly, she looks...Mexican? She speaks up, her accent thick but understandable,

“I saw you and Mr Bieber coming home last night, once I went home after I brought some of my daughter’s clothes as I know you would need a spare pair.”

By the time she’s finished I’m positive she’s Mexican, I nod and smile.


She smiles, crinkles forming at the corners of her eyes. She bows to Justin before going off in the direction of the kitchen. I pick up the clothes and freely walk up the stairs, back to Justin’s room. Justin goes to the bathroom so I change quickly; I pull on the green and navy stripe knit jumper admiring how the two colours mix. I slip into the blue skinny jeans and close the button; I slip back on the pink Converse and the ‘hope’ bracelet from last night. I check the mirror to see my hair is bedraggled, my once curled hair now wavy giving it a more natural look. Out of nowhere Justin places his hands on my shoulders, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. He kisses the crown of my head before slipping his hand into mine and leading me out the bedroom door and down the stairs.

Once outside, we’re swarmed by paps. Justin leads me into a land rover and we take off.

Justin pulls up at Harry’s mansion, well house.

I cross my arms stubbornly as Justin bargains with me. I refuse to get out and go into his home; god knows he’s probably with that stupid stylist of his, that blond bimbo. I roll my eyes and final give in to getting out, Justin holds my hand and guides me into the unusually big house that’s my personal hell.

So sorry guys for not updating in ages, enjoy! :) comment what ye think?? :)

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