I fell in love with Justin Bieber but Harry Styles thinks I'm his mate?!1?!11?

Chapter Two: Awkward Moments

I didn't know how i felt about last night. It had all happened too fast, and I couldn't comprehend what exactly had happened. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, I mean, we were both tired and delirious. Justin's concert was tonight, featuring One Direction. My excitement however, was dulled by the fact that I may have possibley ruined the friendship Justin and I had. 

I slunk out of Justin's bed to find some clothes that Tiffany had left out for me. She promised she'd find a way to get me my things from my house at some point, but i wouldn't dare go back and face my father. I took the clothes and ducked through the hallway to the bathroom where i quickly showered and got changed. I brushed a quick layer of foundation over my face and straightened my blonde hair to make it appear longer. 

I couldn't deny the butterflies in my stomach that occured every time I thought about the kiss last night. Justin was my best friend, I couldn't have feelings for him, could I?

I walked out of the third story bathroom and made my way to the elevator. I was too tired to take the stairs down. The doors opened and I went in, pressing the close button as fast as i could, but before the doors shut, Justin squeezed into the elevator. Great. Just great.

If this wasn't the most awkward thing I'd ever experienced, then I didn't know what was. Justin stood so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his skin, but I couldn't touch him. Not a word was spoken, and when the elevator stopped, we both tried to get out at the same time. He looked at me, before letting me go first.

Part of me wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him again, while the other half of me wanted to run away screaming. Surely it just happened in the heat of the moment, and there was no actual meaning behind it. 

Patti was in the kitchen and the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. I hadn't had bacon in so long. My dad didn't cook much, and when he did it was out of a can in the microwave. I sat myself down at the table beside Tiffany as a plate piled high with bacon, sausages, eggs and toast was pushed towards me. I hadn't realised how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. 

I scoffed the food down, ignoring the fact that Justin had slid into the seat opposite me. You could have cut the tension in the air with a knife, and I knew Tiff felt just as awkward as me. She shuffled slightly in her seat, and I could tell she wanted desperately to break the silence between the three of us.

"So, are you pumped for tonight?" She asked no one in particular.

Justin grunted his reply while I just nodded my head. 

"What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing, why?" Justin replied.

"It just feels a bit awkward. Did something happen last night?"

"No."

I felt my heart pang. Why was he denying that the kiss ever happened? I felt anger boil up inside me. I picked up my empty plate and slammed it into the sink before grabbing my jacket and storming out of the house.

"Where are you going?" Tiff asked.

"To clear my head."

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Tiff and I were in the front row seats right at the centre of the stage. One Direction were about to finish their set, and I notice Harry Styles looking down at us. I smiled at him and he winked before jumping around the stage and finishing their last song. After a few moments of waiting and girls screaming out Justin Bieber, he finally ran onto the stage with his back up dancers