his dreams || j.b.

two

Justin woke up tangled in his own sheets. His pillows had somehow ended up on the floor in the middle of the night. The air in his home was cool, causing goosebumps to raise on his arms and bare chest.

He pulled a blanket close around him as he moved to sit on the edge of his king sized bed. He loved his bed.

Messages lit up Justin's phone, which was charging near his bed. When he looked at them he saw that most of them were from Scooter, outlining his schedule for the day.

"3pm- outfit fitting for tour. 7pm- dinner w/ crew."

Justin smiled. He was happy it wasn't a day packed full of interviews or photoshoots. The dinner with the crew, which consisted of all the 'executives' of the tour, would probably be slightly boring but he didn't care too much.

He was just waiting for the night when he got to curl up alone on the couch with a large pizza and some Netflix.

His eyes traveled up to the time, seeing that it was 1pm now. So much for thinking it was early in the day.

By 2:30 Justin had showered, changed, and gotten out the door. He was in the back of a large black SUV, on the way to the studio where tour rehearsals were being held. He didn't feel like driving and traffic was bad that day anyways.

Outfit fittings went well, he guessed. Justin worked with a team of designers for the next few hours, trying on outfit after outfit that would be worn on the BELIEVE tour.

It was going to be crazy. Everyone on Justin's team from the dancers to the stage crew to Justin himself had been working extremely hard day after day on putting the tour together. The music was a new sound for Justin and the choreography was out of this world.

Justin headed to dinner once the fitting was over with, excitement running through him. He knew what this dinner was for. It was time to announce the tour.

He was mostly quiet at the dinner, focused on his phone under the table and the food that was filling his empty stomach. He had a late night last night and wanted to eat everything in sight.

"U coming tonight?" A message popped up. It was from one of his friends, inviting him to a house party that night. They had just gone to the club the night before, and honestly Justin just wanted to go home. Either way, he didn't want to seem like a bore and he knew his friend would persuade him to show up if he had said no.

"I'll be there. At dinner now."

"Justin?" Scooter's voice filled his ears, causing him to snap his head up. "You ready?"

"Ready for- yeah." He shook his head but quickly nodded. Ready for what?

"So you want to tweet it or should I?" Tweet what? Justin didn't know what they were talking about. His head had been too buried in his phone.

"You go ahead." Justin nodded, taking another bite of his meal.

With that, Scooter logged on to Justin's twitter and typed the message.

The announcement of the BELIEVE tour.

Once everyone's accounts had been updated with the tour announcement and the official website was live, dinner was over. Justin went home and climbed into his car to head to the party.

Words from dinner ran through Justin's head. 7 legs. 162 shows.

"Holy shit." Justin muttered, bringing his car to a stop in the driveway and letting out a breath.

Stepping out, he made his way up to the door.

That night, he would drink to forget that number. Forget the stress that would come with that many shows. Forget the headlines that would ensue.

When he settled back into bed in the early hours of the morning, it wasn't hard for him to pass out from exhaustion. It had been a wild night.

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If you're confused I don't really blame you. All you need to know right now is that the italicized chapters are his dreams and chapters like this one are real life.

I miss the believe tour :( but the purpose tour is bomb.

It may seem like I don't really have a plot plan or anything right now, and things are moving slowly, but I promise I do have a plan.

Im just trying to not rush anything :)

Who's ready for another dream?