Focus

mr. bieber

** written by arianasjordan **

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A R I A N A

"I'm so excited Mom!" I squealed walking out the house with my purse and phone.

I walked towards the limo that was right in front of my house. While my mother was standing at the doorway for me.

"Just don't do anything you're not supposed to do Ariana, alright?" she asked.

"Alright." I answered.

I then hopped into the limo. 

"Bye I love you!" I blew her a kiss.

"Love you too!" she smiled.

We then drove off.

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J U S T I N

"Oh god just forget it! Get out my fucking office!" I yelled at my secretary waving my hand at her.

"Yes, sorry Mr. Bieber." my secretary nodded before leaving my office.

I ran a hand through my hair and groaned. Life has not been easy for me lately.

I'm so frustrated right now, my music company is not making enough money. I need more new, young singers.

But of course Perrie goes and fucks it up!

Good thing I get to hear some lovely voices today. I'm not in the mood for this shit, though.

I walked out my office hearing "hello's" and "hi's" from people. I smiled back at them and walked down to the meeting room.

"Perrie! Where are those kids so I can hear their-Oh" I walked in seeing Perrie with only...1 child.

"W-Who is this? And where are the other kids?" I asked with a smile, hoping that something good would happen.

"Uh...She's the only one who asked to audition, her name's Ariana Grande. She's 16 and wants you to hear her voice." Perrie smiled.

I looked at the tiny, innocent girl. She looked 13 or 14, not 16. Her hair was red and curled, with the cutest dress on.

Something about her.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Bieber." I smiled walking over to her.

"I-I-I" she stuttered not knowing what to say.

She looked back at Perrie nervously. Perrie smiled and whispered something to her as she nodded with a sad smile.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." I assured her, chuckling.

"S-Sorry. I'm just kinda scared that the Justin Bieber might reject me..." she frowned, chuckling a bit.

"Well that depends, now come on sweetheart." I said.

She walked over, behind me. I could see her shaking.

"Um...I-Mr. Bieber?" she asked fiddling with her fingers, nervously.

"Yes." I answered as she stood there.

"Is there anywhere else I could go besides here to become famous?" she asked.

Well that made me feel offended.

"Why do you ask? Is my company not good enough for your standards?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"No! No! No! Mr. Bieber you perceived that wrong! I was just wondering." she said waving her hands frantically. She scratched the nape of her back before biting her lip.