I've been waiting patiently to get into the concert arena all night. I am only a few people away from the front, and this cold New York City weather isn't going to stop me.
Today is the day I am going to meet the love of my life, Justin Drew Bieber. I've been waiting for years for this day, and I've worked my ass off just to get the money for the tickets.
There were girls all around me, dressed as sluts hoping to get something with Justin. I was dressed in a black lace knee length dress, with red flats. My blonde hair came to my mid-back, and I just let it fall into its natural waves. my makeup was simple, with red lipstick to accent my shoes.
I guided my attention to the security guard as he told the girls with meet and greets to head to the escalators. I walked into the warm building, and the anxious feeling never left my stomach. For so long I have waited for this moment, and now it's finally happening it seems more of a dream rather than reality.
I left my thoughts and gave my meet and greet to an older security guard, who obviously wasn't happy to be there. But who would blame him? A sixty year old in a room full of screaming teenage girls wouldn't exactly be my cup of tea, either.
I walked towards the room that kind of reminded me of a ball room. With the big chandeliers, and tables set aside. In the middle was a big back drop saying 'Justin Bieber' multiple times.
Thats when I saw him. Right there in front of me. He was posing for a picture, and I couldn't be more jealous of the girl right now. He was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt, skinny jeans and vans.
I stared in 'awe' until I was pushed into Justin himself my the security guard. Going numb, I felt this boost of confidence as he took me into a warm embrace. I stood on my tippy toes, because I only came up to his chest, and whispered, "I love every flaw you hate about yourself."
He slightly pulled back and went wide eyed as he chuckled. "There's nothing to love about me, trust me." I was took back my the statement he just made. How could someone so perfect, be so insecure?
"If you let me show you, I promise I can prove you wrong." I posed for a simple picture as we looked into each other's eyes, still hugging. "I highly doubt that." I mentally slapped myself for even getting this confidence boost, but went along anyway. "You never know until you try right?" I walked away feeling his eyes burn into my back.
"Wait."
I turned around to meet his eyes. "what are you doing after the concert? I would love to know how you could possibly make me feel loved." I acted as if I was thinking, earning an award winning smile from him. "Nothing I can think of."
He gestured me to walk over to him. I did as asked, and he grabbed me by the waist whispering in my ear, "meet me here after the concert." I leaned back and smiled. "Maybe."
I began walking away, "maybe? what do you mean maybe?"
"I mean maybe. Have an amazing show Justin." I flipped my hair and walked away for good. I put my back against the wall, smiling like an idiot. I cannot believe I just stood up to him. Of course I'm going to meet him there, I'd be stupid not to.
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After the amazing concert, I begin getting even more nervous. I walked into the ball room where the meet and greet was held, and sat at one of the tables, scrolling through my phone to pass the time.
I looked around every five minutes to make sure I didn't miss him, and after about and hour, still no Justin. I begin to tear up, as I got up and grabbed my things. I can't believe he stood me up. I began walking and trying to dry the tears at the same time, but they just kept coming.
"Hey."
I turned around to see just open the door. He furrowed his eyebrows and ran over. "Are you crying? why are you crying?" he began wiping my tears with his thumbs, waiting for an answer. "I thought you stood me up." he looked me in the eyes, still wiping my tears. "I'm not that big of an asshole."
He grabbed my hands in his, and something happened that caused both of our eyes to widen. Electricity was jolting through my body, and obviously his to, as he stood in disbelief. "Do you feel that?" I said almost in a whisper.
He let go and ran his hands through his hair. "Probably nothing, do you want to go out for ice cream or something? I'm in the mood for some Rocky Road" he was obviously avoiding my question, but I gladly accepted his offer and followed behind him as we snuck out the back to the black Ferrari parked next to the door. I sat down inside and watched his every move. How am I even breathing the same air as him. Why me? why does he want me to show him how I can make him feel loved.
"why are you looking at me like that."
He said looking at me with the half smile that killed me. "nothing." I said blankly. "tell me why." I said looking at him.
He scrunched his eyebrows, "what do you mean why? why what?"
I fidgeted in my seat. "why are you taking me for ice cream to talk about love." I giggled.
That made him laugh, "Well when a gorgeous girl like you comes to my meet and greet, and talks about how she could love you, it's a obvious answer." did the Justin Bieber just call me gorgeous. is this a dream, what do I even say to that? "You don't even know my name." he turned into a parking space in front of the ice cream store, and looked at me. "don't you think that's vital information?" I said sarcastically. "I was hoping you would tell me by now, instead of keeping me waiting." I rolled his eyes at the smart comment. "Madison Parker."
"Madison..." he acted as if he was thinking about it. "Well Madison, let's go get some ice cream and talk about love, like those old sappy love movies." I giggled and unbuckled my seatbelt. "Sounds like a plan, Bieber."
