his dreams || j.b.

seven

"Great show tonight, man." One of Justin's friends offered him a high five as he walked off stage, which Justin returned with a nod of his head. He was heading towards his dressing room, wanting to hurry up and get out of there before things got too crazy.

After changing into more comfortable clothes and pulling shades over his eyes, Justin met up with his driver and climbed into the escalade waiting in the delivery area of the arena. His friends had already filled most of the seats. "Let's go." He breathed, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes to block out the chaos that would ensue as soon as the SUV left the walls of the arena.

The dream he had experienced the night before kept running through his mind. Part of it made him laugh. The whole bit about hating pasta was comical, but the rest of it was dark. He didn't know where any of those ideas had come from or why he would dream about murdering someone.

It was enough to make him think about his past dreams. He wanted to know more, like whether or not he had dreamt about death before. However, as he thought back, he couldn't remember anything about the other dreams. This one stuck out to him, which just left him scared and confused.

"Justin, you coming?" He heard his friend's voice, which snapped him out of his thoughts. Everyone was standing outside of the escalade, waiting for Justin to get out before they could head into the club.

When Justin finally did get out, the group headed into the club through the back door. It was safer for everyone that way.

Justin realized too late that he had walked into someone, and reached out instinctively to catch whoever it was from falling. Cold liquid soaked his shirt and he frowned a bit, but still held the person steady by the arm.

"Two nights in a row?" A light voice filled his ears. He remembered that voice.

"Are you that girl from the hotel?" Justin looked down at her, pulling his hand away from her waist quickly and pushing it into his pocket.

"The girl that you could care less about meeting? Yeah, that's me."

Justin nodded slowly. "Well." He pulled his shirt off. It was soaking wet and he wouldnt need it anyway once he got to work in the club. "I still don't care, but here's my shirt." He pushed it into her arms before sidestepping and walking past her again.

Hours into the night, Justin's entire body was buzzing with energy. The heavy and loud music that bounced off every wall, paired with the drinks he had consumed, made him feel like he wanted to get into trouble. His own type of trouble.

That's when he saw her. She was dancing in a red dress that hugged every curve on her body and ended mid-thigh. Her long, dark hair moved with her as she danced to the music. Looking down at the flashlight in his hand, he slowly put it down. He wanted to get personal with this one.

After making his way through the crowd and reaching her, he snaked his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his bare torso in a gentle but firm way. His lips found her ear. "You look amazing, babygirl." He mumbled lowly.

She almost went with it. She almost let him do what he wanted, until she recognized the voice. The voice of the asshole that could care less about meeting her. Justin Bieber.

So, she turned around, pushing him back with two perfectly manicured hands. His face fell as he recognized her, too.

"Fuck, why did it have to be you." He leaned his head back, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Listen. Let's just put our differences aside for the night. You look hot as fuck, I'm horny as hell, and you know you want me." He reached out to grab her hand but she pulled it out of reach quickly.

She turned around to walk away, leaving Justin staring at her ass as she started to weave through the crowd.

Leaving him speechless. He would get that bitch, if it was the last thing he did.

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All I gotta say is...

Hope you guys are enjoying so far :)

I know what you are probably thinking. Oh great, another story where the famous jb and a girl meet in a club, fall in love, and happily ever after.

Nah, that's not how I work. ♥