My Italian is bad and basically wrong soz

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Justin turns around when he saw me and I couldn't tell what his facial expression was. It's kind of freaking me out. Did I not that great? Do I have a bogger in my minds. Agh I think I look nice so maybe I'm over thinking.

"Hey Jay."

"..hey babes."

I blush and stand there awkwardly so he could start a conversation or tell us to get going.

"You. Look. Ho- Beautiful." Justin comments walking towards me and puts his hands on my waist

"I didn't really have a dress, so, is this fine?" I ask

"Fuck the dress, Holly, you look perfect." He says looking at me in the eyes.

"Thanks, you look great, too. " I smile

"Why thank you." He says looking proud of himself. He kisses me slowly and we in sync but seconds later I push him away making him scrunch his eyebrows in confusion.

"I have lip stick on. I'll stain you." I chuckle

"You really think, red and expensive lipstick will get me away from kissing you? Think again." He says in my ear

I blush after that comment and keep quiet not knowing what to reply to that. After a few seconds later I cut the silence

"Haha, let's get going." I say wiping his lips to get the lipstick off him.

"Yeah, let's get going." He says lacing out hands together. And we walk hand in hand to the car.

"So it was break from the rehearsal and I accidentally fell asleep in the car because I wanted to get my phone but I got carried from the texts and ended falling asleep," Justin says telling me about his day, me laughing hysterically and watch him through the streets of Italy. With Meghan Trainor Me Too playing in the background. Was a weird song playing at thus moment but oh well at least it's an English song playing on the radio It's nice to just go with him only. No bodyguards and shit. Just him and I.

"Then after 2 hours, I go back to the arena. And saw Scooter, Maejor and Martin and they looked worried at shit, and before they weren't at rehearsals. When they saw me they were like jumping on me and shit, asking me where I was," he laughs,

"they thought I got lost or like ran away and shit." He says roaring with laughter and I soon join him at how funny he finds himself funny and how happy he is.

I love his laugh and his stories. Reminds me when I first met him. The first time we actually hung out. Good good times, good vibes.

"Sounds like you've had an eventful day," I laugh reapplying some lip stick.

"What about you?" He says glancing at me for a second then carries on looking at the road.

"Eh, nothing much." I shrug and he looks at me giving me a tight smile and then takes my hand lacing it with his.

"Let's hope tonight goes as planned," he says kissing my fingers still looking at the road.

"Yeah, I hope." I sigh taking my glance off him to the Italy streets.

It was silence after. Nope not awkward silence. Well it wasn't like '....' Silence, you could here 'Summer by Calvin Harris' playing spin the background but it was nice. Even though it wasn't summer, was a nice song to clear head with all the negative things going through my mind.

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"Good afternoon." Justin says to the waitress at the signing in for residents.

She gives Justin a confused look with a tight smile, "Buonasera."

Justin looked confused for second then had a sudden realization that the lady only speaks Italian. Agh

"I'll handle it." I laugh telling Justin and he nods, "Buonasera."

"Sei Bieber?" She laughs asking me that if I was the Bieber table, lol idk but I lighten my face

"Si." I laugh back saying yes

"Ok. tavella 5." She says telling me that we were table 5.

"Grazie."