Prologue
She took my hand and dragged me to the stage door.
"I don't want -" I started to complain before she put her hand over my mouth.
"Shut up, yeah? You used to love him." I rolled my eyes. Yeah, used to... The girls around me were all screaming and some of them had 'Bieber Fever' t-shirts and others had the slogan 'I'm your one less lonely girl' on. Pathetic... My friend had made her way to the front of the barrier without me, so I just hung at the back for a bit. Needless to say, nothing happened for the next hour. The door would open occasionally and a big guy in black would come out, much to the disappointment of my friend and all the girls. I sat down on the floor behind the crowd.
"I'm going to get a drink," I shouted over the crowd to my friend. She looked back and smiled. I turned the corner and walked into the local supermarket grabbing some vitamin water and a pack of Twiglets, my favourite. I paid and walked back round the corner to see nothing left. Everyone was gone. I took out my phone, texting my friend: Where r u? Am waiting out bck. I slid my phone back into my pocket and the minute I did it vibrated. Getting it out again, I read the message: Rnd the corner on ur left. I got up from leaning on the barrier and walked towards the corner on my left when I bumped into someone. I looked up. "Sorry," I mumbled.
"Should be," the voice said. I looked up, angry at the rudeness of some people. I glared at him until he took his sunglasses off, lifted his hat off, shook his hair a little and placed his hat and the sunglasses back on.
"You're Justin Bieber?" I said, pretty shocked.
"You want an autograph?" My face softened for a moment but then I composed myself.
"No thank you." Justin looked at me, shocked by what I had just said.
"But I'm the teenage heart throb," he said, winking.
"And a cocky one at that." There was no response. I looked down. "Sorry," I mumbled again, "I didn't mean to offend you." He smiled back at me, a genuine smile.
"You didn't," he said softly, a gentle smile spreading on his face. He took his sunglasses off and stared into my eyes. I held his gaze for a moment and then shook my head, breaking it. He glanced down. "Not a fan then?" he asked casually.
"Sorry," I said, quietly. He nodded and looked up at me again, smiling. "What?" I said, embarrassed, cheeks flushing red. He shied away from my gaze and spoke into his chest:
"You're just gorgeous." I blushed furiously. I know I don't like him, but that's actually really cute. I sighed.
"You're not too bad yourself," I joked, giggling. Justin said nothing in response; I could see he was thinking. "What is it?" I asked, gently. He hesitated and stuttered before finally saying:
"There's something about you. You're stunning and beautiful. I don't get nervous on stage but in front of you, I can't find the words. I know I've only known you a couple of minutes but it feels like we've been talking for ages. I can't take my eyes off you." I smiled, blushed again.
Cute, I thought. I breathed deeply and spoke, almost inaudibly. "Justin..." My voice trailed off. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I can't... I don't see you that way. You seem sweet. And I'm sure you'd make another girl really happy, but not me. I'm sorry." And with that I walked off, tears almost in my eyes.
"Can't I have one hug?" he said quietly in a sad tone. I turned around.
"Sure. Come here." I opened my arms for him and he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head on his shoulder; his soft hair brushing my cheek. "Sorry," I whispered. Justin looked up at me, holding my hands and sighed.
"Can I have your number? Just as friends?" I smiled, nodded and took his phone from his hand.
"Here you go," I said, typing it in. "Flashy phone," I said, winking and with that, I turned and walked off in the other direction. "Bye Justin Bieber," I shouted loud, sticking my tongue out as huge hoards of girls ran round the corner past me. I looked back to see all these girls surrounding him. Over the crowd, he looked up at me and winked.