Hi. My name is Aniyah Leigh. I'm an unknown artist, model, and entrepreneur and uh... this is a fanfic.
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Hey everyone, I'm Justin Bieber. I'm 18 years old, and I like to throw parties. I'm dreaming again. The dreams keep coming, but the one that leaves me stunned goes like this;
The cherry blossoms spring around me. How does she do that? She sways, like the trees. How does she look like that, I feel the eternal love washing over me like a breath of fresh air. It sends shivers down my spine. Do any of you even know that type of feeling?
"I'm obsessed ..." I say, under my breath. What can I do with something that beautiful?
Alarm bells. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep,
The sound of silverware,
I think the noise is coming from pots and pans,
I awaken to the besiege of noise,
I fall in love with her again, every night since two weeks ago,
I want to see her.
Getting up from the bed, I feel the tears fall against my face, they become dried over,
I love her.
There were two other instances where I had this dream,
Once in my youth, sometime around grade school,
Next, a couple of weeks ago,
And now,
And now I can't help but close my eyes, praying that I'd see her face in my dreams,
This time I thought I lost it all when I couldn't touch her.
I motion to my waiter, hearing him walk into my room,
"Tell Aliyah that there is no place next, please Rodel,"
I say groggily, still a bit tired after my dream,
"Yes," they reply, then scurry off into the next room,
"Fwaaaah,"
I push both palms of my hands into my face, rubbing my eyes,
"What do I do about... fwaaaaa,"
I dramatically get up from the bed,
What do I do about this feeling in my heart?
And yes, if you're asking ... it's that painful,
I grab my iPhone from the bed,
I scroll through Instagram while standing over the bed,
After a couple of minutes, I toss it back onto the bed to go and piss,
Hmm, I think after coming back from the restroom,
Hmm, I think again,
What should I do today? I walk over to my balcony,
I'm reminded of the dream again, and by God is the woman in it gorgeous,
Where am I going wrong, dating around?
I press the door handle in, then push it open,
It's a cool morning, I'm thinking to myself,
I sit down on one of the chaise chairs, ready to grab something to read,
There are a few magazines and books littered along the side table,
