his dreams || j.b.

nine

"Can you be cute for our picture?" Justin looked down at a fan who was smiling up at him. She had just asked him to be cute, which made him laugh.

"Cute? When am I not cute?" He grinned as he pulled her closer, pulling off a pose that maybe someone could classify as cute. He didn't know and honestly didn't care.

He was out of his mind. Every time that curtain opened and someone stepped in, he'd look over to see if it was her. He still didn't know her name, even though she had given it to him that night he bumped into her in the hallway.

"Love you too," Justin smiled down at the girl, giving her one last hug before watching her walk away. His head spun to the curtains again, his hopes falling deeper when it wasn't her that walked through them.

He wasn't even really sure why he cared so much. It was more than wanting to sleep with her. Sort of. Sleeping with her was his main goal, but he wanted to know if she really hated him like she had explained the night before in the club.

"That's the last of them." A security guard breathed a sigh of relief when he was able to confirm there was no more fans waiting in line for their meet and greet photo op with Justin.

"There's no more outside or anything?" He asked quicker than he wanted to, so he had to cover it up. "I mean. You might as well check." His hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're already running late, since you couldn't wake up until an hour after it started. Let's go, Justin." Some stage manager called out to him.

He took one last glance before stepping away from the BELIEVE TOUR backdrop.

"Leaving so soon, Bieber?" It was her. He knew it immediately, which caused him to stop in his tracks and turn to look back at her. "I mean its fine, if you want to confirm that you are the asshole I've come to know, you can just walk out now."

Justin turned, walking back towards her. "I thought you hated me now, babygirl." His hands found her hips, his lips brushing against her ear. It nearly made her drop right then and there.

"I am annoyed with you, babyboy." She pushed him back, fixing her shirt. "But... I'm going to give you another chance to prove yourself."

"I don't need to prove myself to you." He hissed immediately, his voice low. "You already know I was just looking for a fuck. And I was drunk off my ass last night. I would never make a move on a fan."

"Whatever, Bieber. I don't really care right now." She rolled her eyes, not in the mood for the facade he was putting up. She knew he was guarding something.

"Well maybe I'm not in the mood for you being a bitch. I have to go anyway. I'm late for my show." He turned to walk away again.

"Im in 702 if you need me." She had a smirk on her face that he just wanted to wipe off. Her confidence drove him crazy. He wanted her, and bad. The worst part was that she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

Which is exactly why, when he knocked on her door later that night in the privacy of the hotel, he was met with her gorgeous, yet annoying, face smirking up at him.

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