Justin Bieber Imagines

Meet & Greet

This was the first concert of Justin Bieber, you were going to.

Yes, you were a proud Belieber.
You loved him. Like literally, loved him and crushed over him to the last of your crumbles.

The concert was amazing. You sang along to every song and cheered from your heart. You knew that you would definitely be having a sore throat, tomorrow. You had tears of happiness in your eyes as you stood in the Meet & Greet queue after the amazing concert. You couldn't believe that you were finally here.

Your turn came soon and you handed your pass to the guard who allowed you to go inside after verifying the pass.

You entered the huge curtained room, awed by its beauty. It depicted business. Pure business. You looked up and your eyes met his.
He stood in the middle of the room with different clothes this time. A small smile was playing upon his lips but you knew you must be looking like a thirsty dog with your mouth open. Thinking you might be drooling on him, you closed your mouth instantly earning a hearty chuckle from him.

You walked towards him, dragging your weight along with your feet.

"Hey there." He said and his raspy voice came as a melody in your ears.

"Hi." You managed to mumble.

"Nice to meet you..." He left his sentence hanging so that he would know your name.

"Y/N." You replied with a smile.

"Y/N. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He smirked.

Your cheeks turn red as soon as you hear the comment escaping his lips.

"A picture please." You managed to snap out of the trance as you remembered that he was a celebrity and thousand of girls were waiting for him outside.

You went near him as he placed his lips on your cheeks. Fire ignited throughout your body but you snapped the photo quickly, so that your nerves wouldn't get the best of you.
He smiled at you lovingly as you handed him your diary for him to sign on. His left hand moved gracefully as he scriblbled down on your diary. He handed the diary back to you and caught you in a trance by hugging you slightly and whispering in your ear,
"I'll see you soon."

You left him with your eyes at the ground and a big grin plastered upon your lips.
After sitting in your car for five minutes and heaving long sighs. You take out the diary from your bag.

And there, scribbled down with his signature is the small phrase "Call Me" with his cell number underneath.

Your breathe hitched in your throat as soon as you realised that you were too busy staring at his hands and fingers that you missed what he wrote on your diary.

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~Sarah