I don't own Justin Bieber.
"Please Justin, just leave me alone!" I snatched my hand away from his.
"Cassie, will you just listen...please?" He whispered softly, touching the palm of my hand with his calloused fingers before intertwining with mine again.
I sobbed quietly, my back turned away from him as I felt the rapid rain drops splash me across my face over and over again. I could feel my mascara running down my cheeks and my 'professionally' curled hair now lay flat against my head.
There was no doubt that he had hurt me in many more ways than one. I truly wanted to hate him but I just couldn't. No matter how many times I told myself that I didn't belong in his world anymore, it just didn't work because deep down, I knew that I did belong and for some reason I felt as if he did too.
"Cassidy..." he whispered once more, this time using my actual name. He only had ever called me Cassie; I can't even remember the last time he hadn't.
This time I turned my head slightly, my drenched bangs slapping me across the forehead as I turned. Through the corner of my eye I could see him in his regular on-stage attire, Supras, designer hoodie, the works drenched in rain but it looked like he didn't even care about his clothes that could probably pay for a fifth of my college tuition. His deep hazelnut eyes pierced right through me like a thousand daggers, his stare was so stern but also in some way...saddening.
"I didn't mean it," he replied, breaking the awkward silence.
"Then why'd you even say it?" I retorted, debating on whether I should let go of his hand or not.
I chose not to.
He didn't answer for a while but I could hear his faint breath on the back of my neck, we were so close – yet so far.
Just then I felt him pull my hand, causing me to spin around and land safely in his arms. Our bodies touched and I could smell the strong scent of D&G perfume evaporating from his clothes. My hands rested against his chest, his arms around my waist. I didn't push away; I just couldn't because I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to stay like this forever.
Because I wanted him.
Suddenly, a striking flash of white light blinded me. I rubbed my eyes and turned to see a photographer grinning his cocky smile then giving me a thumbs up before running into the bushes.
Greaaaat, I could see the headlines now, 'Celebrity and mystery girl – the connection?' or what about, 'BREAKING NEWS! Drenched in rain, after party affair?' Or maybe even...
'Justin Bieber falls in love with best friend!'
Ha, what a load of bull.
A/N: New story, kind of just feeding my obsession of Justin Bieber right now. This was originally the preface to a story I was working on a few months ago with the same plot but just different names. I changed it around to suit Justin more, hope you guys like it! Chapter 1 will be up soon :)