Hold Tight: A Justin Bieber Fanfic [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3: Boyfriend

Okay, I've gotten a few more reads, and I'm so excited!! Are people actually enjoying the story so far?? I really wanna see where this goes.. Anyway, here's Chapter 3!! Hope you enjoy

"Well uh- I.. I uh.. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to apologize for bumping into you earlier."

"You already apologized haha. Besides it was my fault, I'm sorry." I said.

"No no, it was my-"

He was interrupted by someone

"Justin. 5 minutes til you're on."

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." He replied
He looked back at me.

"Will I see you again?" He asked me.

"Haha, probably not. I should get going though, don't wanna worry my friend." I said to him.

He scartched his head, squinting his eyes a little. I suppose he was trying to think of something to say.
I smiled a friendly smile and started to turn around to head back. I felt an arm reach forward and grab my arm, holding me back.

"Wait- uh. I know I'm really not supposed to do this. But I can't help it. Um, Mari- It's Marissa right?" He asked, making sure.

"Yes I'm Marissa." I said, giggling a little.

"Right. Right, just making sure. Um, Marissa, if I give you my number- Uh what am I even saying." He said looking up at the ceiling, laughing at how ridiculous he sounded.

"I won't give it out, if that's what you're talking about.." I said, sort of cautiously for some reason.

We were interrupted again.

"Justin! You're on!!"

Justin turned back to me. "Please wait out here, just this song!!"

He was pushed and soon disappeared behind his large crowd of dancers.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to stay backstage, and talk to THE Justin Bieber again, but by now, Claire must have been getting a little worried I hadn't come back.

It seemed like he took forever, but he really only sang 'Boyfriend.'

I was sitting patiently, with my eyes closed, and my head tilted back a bit, humming to myself. Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, and nearly lost balance. Justin caught me by my arms, and we kinda stood there staring at each other. It all felt like in a movie.

"Sorry, um. Here, give me your number, and I will call you maybe.. two hours after the show is over?" He asked me.

I stood there kind of hesitant at first. "Honestly, why would you want my number?" I asked him, bluntly.

He stood there, not knowing what to say. I don't think he was expecting that.

"Um .. I just want to get to know to, that's all.." He said, almost in a whisper.

I was still trying to decide whether or not I should give him my number. I decided, it wouldn't hurt. And it's JUSTIN BIEBER.

-

I was walking back down to our seats, when I realized Claire wasn't in our designated spots. She was on the other side of the row, talking to some guys. I went over to her, and she yelled when she saw me. She ran up to me, and hugged me, asking me how it felt to be up on stage.

We went back to our seats, but Claire first told the guys where we were parked, so we could meet up after the concert.

I asked her why would she do that, we don't even know them, and she just kinda shook the question off, telling me that it's not like we were even from around here anyway.

I let her be, because I wanted to continue watching the concert. I felt like I was dreaming. Being here in the first place, meeting my idol, being the OLLG. All of this in one night. It seemed surreal.

All i kept imagining was if he would actually call me, like he said he would.

I must have been daydreaming the whole time, because when I focused back on the concert, it was already ending. I didn't mind that as much, I had enough with just meeting him.

-

We were walking back to the car, when we realized some people had been following us, since we left the stadium. We got a little freaked out, so we walked past the car, and started walking around the parking lot, trying to lose them. They had black hoodies so we couldn't see their faces. They didn't seem like the guys Claire was talking to either.

We thought we lost them, so we went back to our car, but somehow they managed to beat us to it. It was only two of them, but they were too tall, and intimidating. We panicked and tried to get away from them, but one of them grabbed me and covered my mouth. I couldn't yell. The guy who was holding on to me, was trying to say something to me, but I didn't let him finish, and I kicked him right where it hurt him the most.

He fell to the ground and took his hoodie off.

"Marissa. Marissa, it- it's me, Justin." He said, grunting a little from the the pain.

At that moment I realized who it was. Justin Bieber. I freaked out, and ran back to him, apologizing over and over.

"oh my god, I am so sorry. I had no idea it was you. I'm so sorry." I kept repeating myself.

He started to laugh a little. "It's okay, hah, just help me up please."

"Why would you do that. That terrified us."

"I'm sorry, I just had to. There were some guys following you guys, and I just didn't want anything bad to happen to you guys. But while you mislead them around the parking lot, you lost them. I wanted to surprise you, so I waited here instead. Now I realize I should've told you from the beginning who I was." He said, chuckling to himself a little.

I looked around, and realized the parking lot was almost cleared out. And I also noticed we were alone. "Wait so, where's Claire?!?!"

"Your friend? Oh, Alfredo took her back inside. I told him we would meet back up inside, and grab something to eat... if you wanted."

At this point, I really didn't have a choice, I had to go back and get my friend. I accepted his offer, and we headed back inside, but through a 'secret' entrance so all the fans wouldn't see him.