A Team - (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 1 - Bright Red Stilettos

Long nights, strange men ..

It was his last night in New York City before Justin returned to his home in Los Angeles, and a blisteringly cold one at that. The entire two weeks he couldn't help asking himself why he had planned a trip to New York in the dead of winter when he should have stayed in Los Angeles where the sun shined all year round with warmth filling every inch of his skin.

But its not as if the New York winter bothered him much, he was a Canadian, tough as nails and used to the coldest of winters. He would just much rather be lounging in the sun on his balcony than shuffling through the snow.

It was nearly two in the morning and he'd just left a studio session with a big producer in New York and couldn't wait to get back to his hotel to get some sleep before catching his afternoon flight. NYC had been nice and treated him well in his time of need to be away from the LA Paparazzi hounding him with questions about his break up with his infamous ex, Selena Gomez.

Justin hopped into his rental car and sped off down the street towards the way he hoped was his hotel. After driving for a while he realized that he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere because he was ending up in a not so nice part of New York that he'd never had a desire to see before. As he drove down the dark and murky street he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that caught his attention, bright red stilettos.

"In this twenty degree weather?!" he whispered aloud to himself.

He then realized that there was only one reason that someone, a girl would be out on her own at two in the morning on a sketchy street wearing such shoe attire. She had to be a hooker, a prostitute, a, he couldn't think of a nice way to put it and was trying not to sound judgmental as the thoughts ran through his head.

Curious, he let his eyes trail up from the bright red stilettos onto the rest of her body. Her long, perfectly sculpted legs were barely covered by either a short mini skirt or dress that hung tightly to her fit body. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back but was currently being blown all over her face by the cold blistering wind.

As she looked frantically around as if she had lost something or someone Justin noticed one more heart shattering thing, this girl was sobbing.

She had momentarily passed under a street lamp and he could see the black mascara streaked tears flowing down her face. Suddenly he came to a halt at the next corner she would be approaching and rolled down the passenger side window.

"I'm not open for business!" she said quickly as she approached the car.

"Who says I'm looking for your business?" Justin asked, the words coming out harsher than he had planned.

"Well you're on the corner of Eighth and Wellington at two in the goddamn morning, why else would you be down here?" she snapped, now actually coming to the window.

"I got lost." Justin confessed. "Look this is gonna sound crazy but get in the car. Its cold as fuck out here tonight and you're practically wearing nothing," he instantly paused mentally slapping himself.

"I mean, not to sound rude. But, get in the car, please. I'll take you back to my hotel, you can take a nice hot shower, I'll lend you some sleep clothes and get you something to eat."

"I don't need your damn charity." she snapped, fury written all over her once tear stricken face.

"Its not charity, its, well, hmm. I don't know how to describe it to you other than being friendly. Look you've got to be cold, so please come with me? I don't want business from you I swear. You're a beautiful girl I'm just-" he cut off huffing.