A/N: I don't hate Justin Bieber, I've never met him so I can;t say I like him either. I'm pretty sure he isn't like this, if he is, please correct me ;) Sorry for the shorter chapter...

And so it went downhill from there on.

We were all sitting in the lounge and I heard the doorbell go. I said that I would get it and walked over to the door.

I opened it only to find that it was none other than Justin Bieber standing on the doorstep. He grinned at me, holding out his new perfume.

"Heyaaaaaaaa Wilde! You must be so happy to see me, me being such a big deal and all, to add to your great joy, I got you my perfume! I know. It was too kind of me." He said, walking past me, into Charlie's house. I tried stopping him, but he just waved me off.

Darcy, Charlie, Caroline and Jane looked up when we entered and they're eyes widened as they saw who it was.

"Why did you let him in?" Darcy asked snappishly. Justin noticed him and squealed, "Ooooh! Darcy! Your aunt said you would be here! Of course, the great Catherine De Bourgh knows everything! She's so kind! You know it was actually her that sent me here. She said it was time I had a serious relationship and that Wilde was staying here. So here I am! " Justin finished, holding his hands up, making that little hand-heart that for some reason was his trademark.

He winked at me from over his hand-heart, "Oh yeah, this is for you, babes."

I felt sick, "Okay, so let's rewind- Stop it." I said, as he giggled and made squealing noises of a tape being rewound, "You're here to have a serious relationship with me, who you have never met." I said, putting my hands on my hips.

He nodded emphatically, "Tootally! I mean, like, I am already 17! It's so time to start a serious relationship. I mean, I should at least have one serious relationship before I die." He said gravely as if it were the end of the world.

I folded my arms over my chest, "For a start, you're only 17, I am almost 4 years older than you. Secondly, I have never met you. Thirdly, I am not interested." I said, forcefully, so that he might get the idea into his head that someone might not like him.

"I'm interested!" Caroline piped up, flicking her hair, fluttering her fake eyelashes and doing his hand-heart back at him. He ignored her and rolled his eyes at me, "That's what they all say. It gets a bit tiresome really, because they all just really want me."

I looked over to Jane desperately and she whispered to Charlie who got up and walked over to my side, "I believe she said that she was not interested. Do you know what that means?" He asked.

Justin looked blankly at him and Charlie's jaw dropped, "It means that she doesn't like you." He said, regaining his composure.

Justin let out another girlish giggle, "Oh, that's one of the funniest jokes I have heard all year! I mean, who could not want this!" He said, gesturing to himself, still giggling. I sighed and wondered why Darcy wasn't helping me.

"That wasn't a joke." Charlie said bluntly and then tried to guide Justin to the door.

"I'm not going," Justin said, pointing to me, "without my girlfriend."

"I'm not your girlfriend!" I cried, throwing my hands up in desperation.

Charlie was looking out of the door, "OH MY GOODNESS! WHO IS THAT! AH! IT'S MEGAN FOX!" He exclaimed suddenly, pointing out the door.

Justin ran to the door, "Oh! Megan! MEGAN!" He cried, running out of the door.

As soon as he did, Charlie slammed it shut locking all the bolts and then he told us to lock all the windows and other doors before he came back.

Darcy was glaring at me when I came back into the lounge, I glared back at him, "What is your problem?" I snapped.

"Are you usually that careless with who you open the door?" He said, his voice hard. My jaw dropped, how could he be callous?

"You must've liked the show because you certainly didn't help by getting him out, so you can thank me." I said. Ooh, you are too good, Ella.

Darcy seemed momentarily lost, but only for a moment, "It was your problem to deal with, I didn't let him in." He said and then seemed a bit smug, folding his arms over his chest. The action just enhanced his muscles and I had to stop myself from straying in that direction, again.

"So if your family was threatened, it would be their problem to deal with, because they got themselves into that situation. Would you help them?" I reasoned, mirroring his action.

My last statement seemed to strike a nerve. His face paled, his fists and jaw clenched tightly and the expression changed in his blue eyes.

He paused for a moment, looking away, breathing deeply. When he looked back at me, I thought I saw something sparkle in his eyes. It couldn't be tears? Could it?

"Never." He drew in a shaky breath, "Never say that ever again. I will do everything in my power to save my family."

With that, he turned to walk away. None of us saw him until the next morning.


I got up reasonably early.

For me, anyway.

I pulled myself from the bed covers and walked straight to the lounge to see who was awake. In my hot pink boy-legs with bright green dinosaurs and my over-sized Beatles top, the one with them walking across the zebra crossing.

I walked blearily down the stairs, turning down the hallway and then into the lounge.

I screamed.

Justin Bieber screamed.

Darcy ran out of his room in only his pyjama trousers, "What is it! Is it Wickham!" He yelled. Charlie and Jane also rushed from their rooms.

Jane screamed.

Charlie and Darcy both, uh, yelled.

Caroline snored.

Justin carried on screaming.

"What are you doing here?" Darcy shouted and Justin held up one of his ken dolls to protect himself. It was a Justin Bieber doll, of course.

"My girlfriend needs me." He said timidly, lowering the doll. I almost felt sorry for him, being so deluded must be... weird.

"Wilde, I have come here to beg you, on my knees, to come with me to my home in Los Angeles." Justin said, turning to me.

The feelings of pity evaporated.

"Are you kidding me? No!" I exclaimed disbelievingly.

Justin smirked, "You really don't need to go through this again. You did last night, remember?" He out his doll down lovingly, next to his Megan Fox barbie. He bent down and kissed mini-Justin's forehead. Then he sat up, his face brightening.

"We can play dolls together!" He said happily, as if it were the brightest idea he'd had in his whole life. It probably was actually.

"I've had enough." Darcy said, striding towards Justin purposefully. Despite Justin's protests, he slung him over his shoulder and carried him, kicking and screaming, out of the door.

I walked to the door and saw Darcy set him down on the sand, where Justin promptly burst into tears.

"If you come here one more time, I will get a restraining order." Darcy said firmly. Justin was sobbing loudly and calling for his mummy.

"You- you can't do that!" He sobbed, "I- I'm Justin B- Bieber!"

Darcy left him and walked back to the warmth of the house. I tore my eyes from his sculpted chest and forced myself to look into his eyes.

"Thank you, Darcy." I said softly as he strode past me and picked up Justin's dolls. He walked back to the door and threw them outside before slamming the door shut.

"It wasn't for you." He said, glancing at what I was wearing, causing me to blush, and then walking back up the stairs. Jane and Charlie were still standing there in shock.

I blew off Darcy's comment, turning back Charlie and Jane, "Coffee?" I asked, walking to the kitchen. I took the packet of coffee packet and started filling up the machine. Charlie moved into the kitchen and sat down on one of the bar stools at the island.

"I think we should probably leave today. I'm sorry, we could go somewhere else?" He said, resting his head on his hands.

"It's fine, Charlie. I need to go and do our next album anyway." I said, secretly rejoicing in the fact that I would be soon escaping Caroline, Justin and Darcy. Jane, on the other hand, looked disappointed. She had had a wonderful time with Charlie, although it was frequently interrupted by Darcy and my fights and Caroline's whining.

After I had made my coffee, I went upstairs to pack my clothes and various belongings in my battered suitcase. I walked past Caroline's room on the way to mine and jumped when the door suddenly opened and a... a thing was standing there.

It took me a while to realise that this thing happened to be Caroline in the morning.

Her short, bright orange bob was sticking up at all angles, major black panda eyes and smeared red lipstick suggested that she hadn't taken off her make-up last night. It didn't help that it looked like she had applied her sun tan lotion while she was drunk. She was stripy.

She groaned and I whimpered, thinking that she might just decide that she fancied a chunk of me for breakfast.

"Nnnnnnagaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..." She grunted, reaching out to me. I yelped and ran downstairs, Caroline chasing me. I ran behind Charlie, using him as a shield.

"I think your sister has turned into a zombie." I breathed, holding out a fire poker as Caroline approached us. She groaned again and I clutched Charlie tighter.

He held his hands up to Caroline, "Hey there, Caro... Don't eat us, 'kay?" He said cautiously, backing away slowly. She carried on advancing.

"Shheeethoooooooledarthhhy!" She wailed. Now I was truly terrified, she looked on the verge of blowing the world up.

Charlie screwed up his face, "What?" He said confusedly.

She rolled her eyes, which added to the zombie effect, "ShhhhhheSHTOLIM!"

Charlie muttered a small "Oh." and then turned to me, "I think you might want to get out of the house. She's dangerous when she wakes up." I laughed, thinking it was a joke, but he just looked at me seriously. I realised he wasn't joking and ran out of the house while Charlie held Caroline back.

I was still in my PJ's.

People looked at me oddly as I dashed across the beach towards the sea, running like a maniac. I splashed into the sea, relishing the cool ocean lapping at my thighs.

"Are you stalking me?" Someone asked coldly.

I screamed and fell into the cold water. A strong arm closed around my wrist as I flailed around underwater, it pulled me to the surface.

Of course, it was William Darcy.

"I could ask you the same thing." I sputtered, water running into my eyes and off my nose.

Darcy frowned a bit, a tiny crease appearing in between his eyebrows, "No, you couldn't. I was here before you."

"Oh, whatever." I snapped, "Caroline was about to eat me. She was in full zombie mode."

Darcy smiled, rubbing his mouth in an attempt to cover up a laugh, "Oh, I wish I could have seen that. It was probably one of the scariest things I've seen in my life."

I smirked, "The Great and Almighty William Darcy, scared? Never heard that one before. I thought you were Mr. I-don't-feel-any-emotion-because-I-am-a-brick-wall."

"Maybe it wasn't a great idea to rescue from drowning."

"Maybe it wasn't. You don't seem to have many great ideas." I retorted, feeling smug.

Darcy smirked at me, "I'm not the one in the pink and green dinosaur boy-legs."

I glared at him, "Oh, ha ha. Congratulations. You're hilarious." I said without a trace of amusement betraying me.

His smirk turned into a real smile as he shook his head, "You're weird."

I raised an eyebrow, "And you aren't?" I challenged, looking at him defiantly.

"I never said that." He retorted.

"You implied it."

He sighed and ran his hands over the water, before he looked up at me again, "Would you like to go to that CD shop again? It's better than sitting here all day, watching Charlie all over Jane, and Caroline trying to persuade me that she is my girlfriend."

"We're leaving today."

His head snapped up, "What? We've got two days more."

"Charlie decided to cut our visit short, he said that you, Caroline and Justin Bieber are making the trip stressful." I said bluntly, feeling a bit bad when Darcy's face fell. He ran a hand through his thick dark hair, muttering to himself. He suddenly gave a short bark of laughter and I peered closely at him. He didn't look crazy...

I backed away slowly, "Darcy, don't you go crazy trolley-pushing, muttering hobo on me, OK?" I said nervously, wondering if there was something in the air here.

He laughed a bit more, "Sorry, I just thought, it's so surreal that Justin Bieber showed up here, asking you to move in with him."

I snorted softly, "Yeah. It's like one big crazy nightmare."

He looked up with that unreadable expression back in his eyes, taking a step towards me, so that we were inches apart, "Is everything about this holiday so awful?" He asked huskily and I shivered, I was getting cold from the water than was still dripping of me.

"No." I whispered. His eyes widened and his mouth turned up at the corner.

"There's bacon here." I added before diving into the water.

A/N: So... you like? Or not? Am I taking this too fast? Anyhow, review!