Tour With Me

Natalie’s POV

That morning I ended up cooking breakfast for Nick and Justin. I did it because I haven’t cooked in a while, and it always cheers me up. After my confession, I could use some cheering up. I may not have been showing it, but I did need to be cheered up. Though, Justin’s promise and the kiss did a pretty good job of cheering me up.

Justin had texted Nick, telling him a few things that he wanted him to pickup from the store. He was being lazy, and didn’t want to get out of the bed. I had even suggested going out with Nick and getting the food but, Justin wouldn’t have me leaving his side.

As a result Nick went out to get the food, so I of course cooked him something to eat as well. I couldn’t let him leave when he was the one who brought the food in the first place. I would feel completely bad while I was eating breakfast if I did that.

After breakfast, we decided that we should go out and get a dress for me to wear tomorrow. Justin, refused to let me pay for anything. He had actually dragged me out of the hotel room, so that I couldn’t grab my purse before we left the room. I had no money, so I had no choice, but to let Justin pay for everything.

Justin said that the event wasn’t anything formal, so I don’t have to dress up too much. This only made, finding a dress harder. I couldn’t get one that was too formal, but it still had to look good/be dressy. The dress also had to look good on me, which made the search even harder. Sometimes, I would like a dress, and Justin wouldn’t or vice versa.

Honestly, it was times like this, where I wish I could be a guy. They can wear almost anything to an event like this. They couldn’t probably wear skinny jeans and a throwback jersey and call it a day.

As we walked around for hours, with part of his entourage and nick, we started to get noticed. I knew it would happen sooner or later, so when it did I wasn’t shocked by it at all. Luckily, the paparazzi here were not as bad as LA or other places that we have been. They didn’t follow us everywhere, but they did follow.

Once they started following us Justin started to become…sneaky. Whenever we would go in a store, he would find some way to steal a kiss from me, and I do mean steal. He would do it at random when no one was around and without warning, when I least expected it.

I would turn around or happen to look at him and he would peck my lips. The kiss was never long, but he did it constantly. It was as if he was playing a game with the paparazzi, proving to them, that they couldn’t catch everything. Either way, I was still shocked every time he did it.

The first time he did it, I was speechless and shocked. I was more shocked, about how he walked around like nothing happened. Eventually, I simply expected it. Justin being Justin, would never do it when I expected him to. He would go a while before he did it again, just to play with my mind.

Who knows what made him come up with the idea but either way he thought of it and acted on it. Although, I hate to admit it, I kind of liked the game. It was spontaneous and unexpected, which was something that I always loved.

“Are you done yet?” I heard Justin whine.

I rolled my eyes as I stood in front of the mirror. I was standing in one of the stalls in the dressing room trying on yet another dress. I had lost count of how many dressed I had tried on. I had also lost count, of how many stores we had been in. I had also forgotten the name of the store. We had been in the store for what felt like forever, simply trying on dresses.

That’s all we had done all day. Don’t get me wrong, I love shopping but even after a few hours you start wanting to shop for something other than dresses. I hadn’t even had a chance to shop for shoes. Then again, I couldn’t do that until I found a dress.

I opened the door to the stall, and stepped into the main hallway of the dressing room. Justin was leaning against one of stall doors, opposite of me. He was looking down at his phone texting, not yet noticing my presence.

I still couldn’t believe that this store actually let him come in the dressing rom. Then again, there wasn’t anyone else in this store besides, the entourage and the workers. Why, who knows.

I cleared my throat, catching Justin’s attention. His eyes seemed to brighten at the sight. His familiar smile, etched its way onto his face. He slid his phone into his pocket as he stared at me.

“I like it,” he spoke.

“I don’t,” I quickly retorted.

Justin rolled his eyes, though he continued to smile. He flipped his hair out of his eyes, before looking back at me. “What’s wrong this time?” he questioned.

“A lot of things,” I answered. I then looked down at the dress once more.

It was purple and black flare dress, with a purple belt around the waist. The dress seemed as if it would be a good choice when I was looking at it on the rack, but it looked completely different on me. The dress was shorter than I thought it would be, but that was something that could be fixed with a good pair of leggings. The main problem was, that it did nothing for me. It was simply a dress, nothing more.Not to mention, it looked ugly up close.

Justin laughed lightly and shook his head. “You’re such a diva,”

I narrowed my eyes at him in a glare, as I resisted the urge to smile. “You’re the exact same way before a show,”

Justin’s jaw dropped at my words. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “I do not,” he spoke.

I nodded my head at him as a smile continued to play against my lips. “You really do. Where’s my hat, I’m not going anywhere until I get my hat!! I don’t like these shoes, there not broken in, I can’t glide in them. Someone get me another pair of shoes, I don’t care if I’m just going to a meet and greet, I’m not wearing these shoes,” I mocked.

Justin honestly was a diva before a show. He made sure that he got anything that he wanted. He refused to perform until he got what he wanted. Scooter completely hated Justin when he had his diva moments.

Justin threw his hands into the air. “I had to have that hat, it was my favorite!”

I giggled as I shook my head. “You really are a diva pop-star,”

Justin’s gaze then locked with mine, as a mischievous smirked danced across his lips. I raised my brow at him. He was planning something. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like whatever he was planning, or what he was going to say.Though so far I have.

“And divas get whatever they want,” he spoke. “Do you know what I want Ally?”

I continued to raise my brow. “If you say some cheesy cliché line like “you”, I’m going to slap you,” I spoke.

I knew that he wasn’t actually going to kiss me. I was expecting him to do that, and Justin has been surprising me whenever he steals a kiss. For him to kiss me now would be the opposite of what he’s been doing all day.

Justin threw his head back as he roared with laughter. I smiled and shook my head at him. “Bring me my next dress, when you’re done pop-star,” I spoke before walking into the stall again.

I closed the door behind me but didn’t bother locking it. I didn’t bother to get undressed either. Justin would be here in a few seconds, undressing wouldn’t be the smartest idea. I simply stood in front of the mirror, trying to figure out why I had liked this dress in the first place.

I heard the door open, as I continued to look at the dress. “Here you go Ally. Now I like this one, so you probably won’t like it,” Justin spoke, humor dripping from his every word.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to stare down at the dress. I heard a noise coming from behind me, but I ignored it, knowing that it was Justin. “It’s not like every dress you like, I hate,” I spoke.

“No, but once you put it on it apparently becomes the worse dress for you to wear,”

I rolled my eyes once more. “Give me the dress pop-star,” I spoke. I then turned around so that I could get the dress from Justin. Instead, I came face to face with Justin. Before I could speak, or grab the dress, Justin’s lips were on mine.

This time, this kiss was longer than the others. He wasn’t showing any sign of breaking it soon, causing me to kiss back. He managed to snake his arms around my waist, as he kicked the door shut. He pulled me closer to him so that there wasn’t any space left between us. I snaked my arms around his neck as his lips continued to move against mine.

I had no idea why Justin’s kisses had such an effect on me. Every time, he kissed me, I melted. Every time I thought about his soft lips against mine, my stomach would do flips. Whenever he actually did kiss me, my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. None of these things have ever happened before when I kissed a guy. Sure, my stomach always did flips but my heart never pounded. When I kissed Justin, it was different. I always felt sparks, no matter how long or short the kiss was.

Suddenly, the door flew open, causing me and Justin to jump apart. I had jumped so far out of Justin’s arms, that my back it the wall. I winced slightly from impact but my gaze stayed glued to the door.

Standing in the doorway was Nick. His gaze was shifting back and forth between Justin and me. A smirk was playing against his lips, as a knowing glint shown in his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest as his gaze landed on me.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I looked down at the floor. I brushed my hair into my face so that it covered my cheeks. Could this moment get anymore embarrassing? Nick, of all people, had just caught me making out with Justin.

“Y-Yeah man,” Justin spoke, trying to regain his composure.

Nick’s gaze shifted from me, to Justin. His smirk seemed to grow wider as he stared at him. “We were wondering where you were and how much longer you two were going to be, but I can see that it’s going to be a while,”

Justin started to rub the back of his neck nervously as his gaze left Nick’s. My cheeks were on fire, as I continued to stare at the ground. I don’t think I’ll be able to look at Nick the same again. This was just too embarrassing.

“We’ll be done in a minute,” Justin spoke.

“You sure, because if you need a few more minutes—”

“We’ll be done in a minute,” Justin interrupted.

Nick chuckled and shook his head before leaving. I continued to lean against the wall and stare at the floor. Justin cleared his throat and slid his hands in his pockets.

“Well I should probably let you change…” he spoke.

I nodded my head, as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “That would be best…” I added, still avoiding his gaze.

Justin nodded before he walked towards the door. Once he reached the doorway, he looked at me over his shoulder. “It was nice while it lasted,” he smiled. He then threw in a wink before leaving completely.

I couldn’t help but smile as I stared at the floor. I was always amazed, at how quickly Justin could go back to his old self. Despite the fact that he had just been caught in a lip-lock with me, he could quickly act as if nothing happened.

My smile grew wider once I realized what Justin said was true. I sighed before I grabbed the dress that Justin had hung up on the door.

Who knows what will happen at the awards tomorrow?