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

Chapter Fifteen: Drunk Justin

Lucy's P.O.V.

"...And that's how i ended up with Bieber" i finished my story to the boy behind the bar.

He was really cute actually. His name was Tyler. He was tall, well build body, black hair, dark brown eyes and his smile, gosh it was so charming.

He smiled at me.

I don't know why he was so interested in my story. We've been in this club for only two hours by now and he is the only one I've talked to. Alfredo and Justin had completely ditched me and got lost on the dance floor while i sat by the bar, drinking some vodka and talking to this fine guy.

"You must be really lucky" he spoke up. I smiled big at him while nodding. "You've no idea" i chuckled.

"Trust me, i do" he giggled. "My sister is obsessed with him and she is like fourteen" he chuckled shaking his head disproving.

"Well you're lucky she's all over Justin and not doing drugs or something" i lifted up my glass drinking a bit of my vodka.

Two hours here and I'm still trying to finish off this glass. I'm not much of a drinker.

"You know," he spoke serving another customer their drink "I've never thought it like that but i guess you're right" he smiled at me.

I nodded, looking around for Justin. Finally, i found him. He was in the middle of the dance floor, doing his famous Dougie obviously drunk. I sighed as i looked down.

"You really care about him, don't you?" Tyler walked up at me from behind the bar.

I nodded.

"Why don't you go up to him? You know, dance with him? You never know, he might likes you....i mean he did brought you here with him" he poured a glass of beer himself.

I pursed my lips together shaking my head. "He doesn't see me like that." i started explaining. "He only brought me with him cause i threaten telling his manager" i chuckled at how stupid i might sound right now.

He laughed a little bit and let me finish. "Besides, he recently got out of a relationship and he still hasn't got over the girl" i sighed, miserable.

"I hate exes. They always destroy things" he stood up walking towards two girls who had just order.

"I know...." i mumbled.

"You know, my mum always told me that it's not about getting over someone. It's about finding the right one cause obviously if things had ended that's mean it wasn't meant to be" he sat again in front of me.

"Your mum must be a wise lady" i commented.

"Was...." he mumbled. "She died" he explained.

"Oh..." i was speechless. "I'm really sorry...." i looked at him sympathetically.

"Don't be. Cancer sucks but at least she died happy" he shrugged. I nodded.

I bit my lip. Since he trust me with such a thing and i had some vodka myself i think i should tell him about my dad. I mean, it's not like i'm gonna see him again.

"You know, my dad left us..." i finally said, letting out a breath i didn't know i was holding back.

"Sorry to hear that..." he brought his hand up and touched mine, slightly rubbing it.

I gave him a small smile. "I was only eight, haven't seen him since then" i tried to hold my tears back.

"Parents can be a pain in the ass sometimes" he chuckled, earning a smile from me.