VOGUE MSGS - JB/SG

[58]; new york

Justin's p.o.v

I walk out of the LaGuardia Airport pulling along my suitcase. I'm here in New York, Manhattan. They say New York is a place for dreams. And I'm wishing my dream to win Selena back will come true.

I look around for a black car. The uber I called for said he's waiting for me already. I'm glad since I'm not wasting any time spent here at all.

I walk down to my right to see where the car is. Too many people in my damn way.

After about ten minutes I finally spot the car. Ten minutes wasted won't hurt. The uber driver is a female that looks around twenty one. She helps me out with my luggage putting it into the back.

I get into the backseat and she gets into the driver's seat. She starts the car after putting her seatbelt on. "What's the address?" she asks me.

Fuck. I don't know where Selena lives. "Can you give me a second?" I ask but more said like a statement.

I pull my phone out and text Fredo.

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justin: do you know where selena lives?

fredo: no but i'll ask one of her friends

justin: make it quick!

fredo: raquelle said she lives at 71 Broadway Apartments. 71 Broadway, Manhattan, NY 10006
fredo: it was that easy to get it out of her

justin: thanks bro

"Sorry it took long but it's 71 Broadway, Manhattan. The 71 Broadway Apartments," I speak up.

"It's fine," she says kindly as she types the information I gave on the gps. "At least the place is about 26 minutes away," she says in a cheerful like voice.

I ignore what she said and instead think of all the things I'd do and say. I try to imagine how I'd approach her as this is stressing me out.

This is probably the most exciting but anxious moment in my life. Meeting the girl I love but never met. Damn I just know I'd be in hysteria.

I don't want to mess this up, that's for sure.

"Sir?" the uber driver catches my attention. I turn to look at her as she looks at me through the rearview mirror. "We're here."

I look out the window to find the building Fredo texted me. The uber driver hops out of the car and I follow.

She opens the trunk and I grab my suitcase. "Thank you," I say pulling out my wallet and paying her.

"Thank you," she replies back, taking the money after shutting the trunk.

I pull along the suitcase walking towards the entrance of the building. I breathe in and out. "This is it," I tell myself as preparation.

The doorman pulls open the door giving me a head nod which I'm too anxious to return.

I walk up to the front counter, to see a lady in uniform looking a little nervous. "Hello," I greet.

She looks up a little frightened probably from not noticing me until I spoke.

"H-Hi," she stammers, fixing her posture to stand up straighter. "How may I help you mister, I mean gentleman, no I mean sir." She shakes her head at herself in embarassement.

"Miss, I need to know the room of Selena Gomez," I state carefully and strongly to get the point straight and clear.

"S-Sir, what relation are you to her? We do not allow any friends, employees, and uhm non-related unless you are in a relationship with the person," she tells me.

"I'm her boyfriend. Now would you give me her room number. Please," I urge, wanting to get this over with already. This lady seems like she has no clue what to do or say, she might be new.

I watch as she types on the computer while using the mouse to click every now and then. She seems to be taking a bit longer than I expected, I'm getting even more impatient.

"How long is this going to take?" I complain, now annoyed.

She looks up at me. "Selena Gomez is in room 23A, 23rd floor which is the highest floor. I think."

As soon as the words left her mouth I drag along my suitcase in the direction of the elevators. The elevators open up and some guy walks in, I rush to squeeze through. Luckily I'm fast enough.

The guy clicks the 23rd floor which is the same one I'll be going to so I just stand and wait patiently. Every few floors, someone enters or someone leaves. The elevator isn't a tiny space as most which I'm thankful for or I'd feel very claustrophobic in here.

The elevator dings and I look up to see it's finally the 23rd floor. The guy who's been inside with me exits first then me. I step out, pulling my suitcase and look at the long hallway in front of me, to the right of me, and to the left of me.

I walk in front of me and look to my sides at the door numbers. I have no clue where Selena's door would be but this seems like the right way since the number seem to match along with the letter A in it.

I walk and walk down this long looking hallway until I reach a double door at the end which has another long hallway to the right of me. The door reads 23A. I take in a breath, nervously raising my left hand up before bringing my knuckles against the door, knocking. I wait a few seconds to see if anyone answers.

Nothing.

I knock again a little louder. I wait impatiently, already wanting to see Selena.

Nothing again.

"Justin?" I hear someone call my name from the right of me as I'm knocking on the door again.

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