Arabella
"You look nervous. You okay?"
Am I okay? How could I be? It's not everyday someone gets to sit down with their role model and just have a conversation. A very attractive and famous role model at that.
I sat with my purse in my lap and my arms crossed over my chest. It was very obvious that I was uncomfortable but not because of the people I was surrounded by, I was just so nervous around him.
"O-Oh I'm fine."
"Hm, you don't talk much do you?"
"I do."
"You do? Well you're not saying much now. You feeling okay?" he asked getting closer so that he could be heard but that just made it worst honestly.
"I-I'm nervous. I'm a huge fan so this isn't seeming like reality right now"
"Oh you're nervous? Why? I'm just a normal person like you." He stated causally as if he genuinely didn't understand why I was so timid around him.
"Yeah a normal person who probably rode in a custom made Rolls Royce on his way here or something"
"Well....yeah I did" he laughed which caused me to laugh.
"Come on maybe a drink would help you loosen up. Champagne?"
"Yeah sure"
He grabbed the bottle out of the bucket of ice and popped it open.
"Woah" I gasped as the foam accidentally splashed everywhere.
He laughed pouring it in two glasses.
"Here let's do a toast"
"Okay, to what?"
"New friendships"
"To new friendships" I repeated with a bright smile
We clinked our glasses and drank the champagne.
Maybe I'm not used to champagne that actually costs a good amount of money but this one was splendid. It was so good and flavorful.
"You think we could be friends?" I couldn't help but ask after our toast
"Yeah why not?" He chuckled. "So are you from here?"
"No I'm originally from Texas, I just came up here a few years ago for a fresh start" I said which wasn't a complete lie but not the whole truth. Although he says we could be friends, I wouldn't dare get my hopes up. It's kind of a celebrity's job to tell you what you would like to hear. So I saw no point in telling him my background and all that jazz. After tonight, he'll just be a good memory.
"Oh that's cool, I love Texas. I'm liking it down here so far too"
"What exactly are you doing here?"
"I'm having a concert this weekend. You should come by the way cause It's gonna be fucking crazy."
"Oh really? I would love to but I doubt I'll be able to make it"
"Why? Would you rather be stuck at work?" He teased before taking a sip from his glass
"No but I mean I have no choice at this point. I don't know we'll see. Maybe a miracle will happen and I'll be able to go"
"Well miracles definitely do happen. I'll be singing a bunch of throwbacks that my fans love and speaking of fans...you mentioned you were a fan? For how long do you think?"
"Um since the purple ray bandz era, back when you reinvented the word swag" I giggled
"Shit that's a long time" he laughed "Well I'm honored and also sorry you had to witness that. I do appreciate your support though."
He smiled at me locking eyes with me which was too much for me to handle so I quickly looked away. We continued to engage in conversation until we heard his very own voice blasting through the speakers. I laughed at his reaction which was a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance
She said she love my lolly
She love my lolly pop
She said she love me lolly
Lolly by Maejor featuring Justin was the song playing and personally, I loved this song.
"Ugh I hate when they do this." He sighed face palming himself while shaking his head. He hated it but literally everyone surrounding him was loving it. It seemed as if the whole club began recording him and cheering him in as he sat there and smiled embarrassed
"Do you get embarrassed when they play your music?"
"Definitely..Especially since I just know they do it in purpose."
"Haha that's crazy. I love this song!"
"Really? Do you wanna dance?"
"Oh-Oh I'm not much of a dancer." There were way too many people that had their eyes on him and I just didn't want to be under that spotlight as well
Please please please do not force me to dance!
"You know something Arabella, you're a terrible liar." He smiled as he stood up.
He extended his hand to me and smiled
"Come dance with me"
I looked at his hand momentarily before looking at him.
"Come on. I don't bite."
Although I have a weird feeling about this,I wouldn't dare turn Justin Bieber down.
Chirp Chirp
I groaned feeling the bright sunlight on my glued eyelids. Hearing the birds outside of my window made my head pound.
"Ugh" I groaned covering my eyes from the sun. I feel like crap and I feel as if as soon as I move, I'll throw up at any second
I squint my eyes as I try to block the lighting with my hand. Why was it so bright today?
No matter how hard I try, I can't remember anything from last night. Last thing I remember was getting up to dance with Justin and I just.....I can't remember anything after that. I should've known not to drink as much as I did yesterday. I sometimes forget I'm a lightweight and I went way over my limit.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Ouch! I reach my hand out to the sound in which the loud ringing was coming from. I quickly answer not caring who it was. I just had to stop that loud ringing.
"Hello?" I mentally cringed at my voice that was a raspy mess.
"Hello? Who the hell is this?" I scrunched up my face confused as ever.
"How are you gonna call my phone asking who this is? Who the hell is this?" I asked with attitude. I did not have time for this right now.
"You're phone? Stop playing games. What the hell are you doing with Justin's phone?" She barked back now yelling which caused me to jerk my head back.
Why was she so loud——wait. Justin's phone?
I looked at the phone seeing the contact name "Hailey💕". This definitely was not my phone but how in the world did I get his phone?
"Babe you're too loud"
I dropped the phone and froze at the deep voice that just came from beside me.
I held my breath as I slowly turned my head. Please please please no. Please don't let this be what I think this is.
I gasped seeing his eyes slowly open.
"J-Justin?? W-W-What are you doing in my house?"
"Huh? What house?" He was clearly out of it until he locked eyes with mine.
I looked down at the white sheets I laid under.
We both looked under the covers then back at each other
"Oh shit"