12:01: A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Night Changes

I couldn't believe it was finally time, after OH SO MANY  goddamn months of begging and pleading. Before the Purpose Tour even was announced, I was beyond ready to go see Justin, and I knew which show, on which date I wanted to go to.

A few shows into the tour, Justin started cancelling shows and meet and greets so I kinda started to worry. Not only about not being able to see him, but about himself. I scrolled through the comments on Instagram the night that he cancelled eight or so meet-and-greets and performances. A lot of people were cool about it, but a hella lot more weren't.

Let me tell you a little something about the generality of the Belieber fandom as whole; they're crazy (myself included) and whenever Justin receives even the slightest amount of hate that Justin deems as harmless to his own well-being, they will retaliate until they have been proven to have a more positive impact on Justin's mentality.

Moving on though, I'm really excited to meet him, especially since I know he has gone through so much. I can't believe this is actually happening, I thought to myself as I got ready to leave with my boyfriend, Rico. Upon leaving our apartment, I didn't even try to conceal my excitement to finally meet JUSTIN FUCKING BIEBER even though I knew I was gonna have to wait until after the show which I was glad didn't start so early or so late.

I had on my favorite oversized sweatshirt on and some skinny jeans. My hair was pulled back into a bun, just like I knew at some point during the show Justin would have it. I looked down at Rico and I's tickets: FLOOR A, ROW 1, is what it read and my face turned bright red. I didn't realize until at that moment that we were right in the front row which meant I would be right in front of Justin.

I thought about all the videos I have seen where he was sitting on the edge of the stage, hair pulled back, singing quietly into the mic, holding the hand of a fan, and then he would pull someone up on stage and give her flowers, singing One Less Lonely Girl  to her as he held her and that girl would always burst out into tears. That made me sad though, because I knew, even though that I would be sitting in the front row, and I would be holding his hand that I wouldn't be the One Less Lonely Girl  I had dreamed about being for ten years.

I was lost in slight sadness and thought but I snapped right out of it when Rico leaned down to kiss my cheek softly as he held me tight. We weren't very far from the stadium and it was 5:00, so we decided to walk so we would be there early, but not too early.

At least we beat the crowd.

***

There were a few girls who seemed to be about 15 years old wearing fetus Justin Bieber 1994 tanks and holding signs that read: BELIEBE IN BIEBER, in gigantic purple letters with a heart around it. I looked at myself and I thought I was under dressed so naturally I started panicking. Rico noticed immediately and he took my hand, squeezing it gently as he looked me in the eyes.

"Don't worry about it, babygirl. I'm sure Justin will love you. Hopefully not more than I do because I fear he'll take you from me". He smiled wide, so much so that his dimples were showing.

I relaxed a little, but at the same time shivers were sent down my spine. I chuckled lightly when I realized that he had done that on purpose, but I was still way too excited to contain myself.

***

After Rico and I stood in line for what felt like an endless amount of hours, and after going through Justin's feed (and reading through all the comments and the posts talking about who's going to the show tonight), it was finally time.

He kissed my cheek one last time before we walked into the massive stadium right behind the fifteen year olds who were in front of us. I could hear behind me that there were already girls screaming and they hadn't even walked in the doors yet. I must have started running because Rico caught a hold of my arm, gripping it gently while he let out a deep laugh.

"Whoa girl. Steady there. We still have half an hour before showtime, and our area is right over there", he told me, pointing to the center of the room where the stage was. I took his hand in my own as my insides squealed with joy as we went to our area. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I couldn't hear myself think because my heart was beating too loud in my ears for me to hear.

We were right in the front. Center stage. On the floor. Right where Justin would sit down and hold my hand, and choose his One Less Lonely Girl. I almost passed out at the sight of our "seats".

***

After what felt like an eternity, the lights finally went out and the crowd started to scream, not in fear, but of extreme excitement and at that moment I knew. Only one light came back on, and it was a spotlight shining right on Justin.