#recommended: Just A Fan { Justin Bieber love story }

Chapter Twelve: Green Hair

Lucy's P.O.V.

I bit my lip as i stare at Justin. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, his cheeks slightly red as his hair was all messy and sweaty. He was panting like crazy. Rehearsals were over now and it was pretty dark outside. Tomorrow was the big show and Justin had to rest for tomorrow and keep his voice in till the show. I was currently in his hotel room cause apparently he wanted to talk to me. The cool thing about the crew is that Justin had officially booked two floors of this hotel for his crew so basically each door to every room was open all the time except at nights were everyone was going to sleep. So you didn't have to worry about strangers. We all knew each other.

I tried to control my hormones as i watched him lifting up his bottle of water before putting his lips at the hem of it and slowly drinking the liquid. Gosh he looked so sexy right now.

"So..." he breathed out, putting the bottle down and snapping me out of my dirty i might say thoughts. I stare at him, his hazel eyes locked with my green ones.

"You know..." he swallowed hard trying to keep his breathing steady. "It's the first time i notice your eyes." he kept staring at me. What was so wrong with my eyes? I gave him a confused look causing him to snap out of his thoughts, looking away while chuckling.

"You-your eyes. The color. They are so green" he spoke shortly after, more like stuttering, still avoiding my eyes. I nodded. I knew my eyes are green, nothing i haven't heard before. I don't understand tho, where is this going?

"Yeah..." i said awkwardly. Why is he exactly commenting on my eyes? He chuckled while turning his attention back to me. "It's just a compliment about your eyes Lucy. Don't freak out" he snickered. I looked down as i felt my face hitting up. People have complimented my eyes before but hearing it coming from him, Justin, my idol, the boy i was madly in love with, meant so much to me. Blushing i looked around. He is such a flirt, i swear. How can girls put up with this?

I clear my throat as i notice Justin still looking at me, examine every inch of my face. That was really awkward and it was making me self-conscious. I mean i know I'm not pretty, hell i hardly get any attentions from boys and having Justin staring at me like this was really uncomfortable.

"You wanted to talk to me?" i suddenly spoke while playing with my hands under the table. He clear his throat, obviously snapping out of his own thoughts as well. "Yeah i uh..." he sat more comfortable on his seat.

I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "You know, i saw you crying too today while i was performing 'Be Alright'" i almost choke on my own spit upon hearing him saying that. He-he saw me? When? I mean i was looking down the whole time, i didn't even realizing him looking at me. "Guess i'm not the only one with issues huh?" he spoke again making me look up at him.

Honestly i wasn't ready to talk about my issues with him. Maybe because i was embarrassed or it was just the fact that i don't open up that easily. Besides i didn't want to put my problems on his shoulders. Those were my issues do deal with.

"It really helps if you talk about it" i could tell he was staring at me but i refused to look at him back. I was looking down, focusing on my hands, lost in my thoughts. Trust me, I've heard that before. I couldn't help but chuckle at him.

"You really believe that?" i raised my eyebrows looking at him back for the first time. He gave me a sad smile. "You can trust me" his voice was so gentle and his gaze was so soft, i could tell he really did care. I tried shrugging my shoulders as i felt a lamp forming in my throat. I felt already dizzy just thinking about my life right now.

"It's no big deal. Just girly stuff. You know how dramatic us, girls can be at times." i manage to give my best smile. I was getting good at lying since that's all I've been doing for the last ten years of my life. "It's not fair you know." he spoke again. Now i was beyond than confused. What was not fair? I brought my eyebrows together still looking at him.