Hold Tight - Justin Bieber (Book 1)

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"Your all packed?" Justin asks, and I nod. "Cool, lets get out of here," he says with a smile, grabs my hand, and leads me to the plane. "You nervous?" He asks as we sit. "A little, I've never been to america," I say with a giggle, and he chuckles. "It's not bad, it's fun, I promise." 

"What's your favorite color?" He asks randomly as I listen to my music. "Purple or Pink, I can't decide," I say, and he nods. "Favorite music?" He asks, and I think. "Well I listen to one direction and taylor swift but I wouldn't say their my favorite. I like Luke Bryan and Justin Timberlake and Usher," I say and he nods. "Me too, you have some sick taste." 

The rest of the plane ride was spent listening to music together and sleeping on eachothers shoulders. Once we landed in Arizona, we headed right to the hotel. "Okay, you can shower and change, then we head right to the stadium for rehearsals. Basically, after the show we are going to bolt before anyone sees us and come back here, you can pick which bed you want," he blurts out and he takes his shirt off. "Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll shower and get changed," I say with a smile, and I jump in. 

After my shower I put on a cropped sweater with ripped jeans. I put on and my hair in a loose braid. Perfect. When I walk into the hotel room, I find Justin sitting on the end of the bed on his phone. His hair is down and he is wearing a grey beenie with a sweatshirt and jeans. "Ready?" He asks, and I nod. "Lets roll," He says with a smile and takes my hand, leading me to the van waiting for us. "What am I supposed to do while you soundcheck?" I ask, and he shrugs. "I was waiting to surprise you but I'll tell you now. Alli and my mom are coming to watch! They are already at the stadium, they flew out last minute," he says. "REALLY?" I basically scream. "Woah," Justin says with a laugh, backing up, and when we get to the stadium Alli bursts through the door. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT AWAY WITHOUT ME," Alli yells, and Justin rolls his eyes. "Give her a break," he says, and she stares at him. "Are you two... a thing?" She asks suspiciously, and Justin shrugs. "Maybe we would be if you weren't always in the way," Justin mumbles and Alli slaps him. "Oh my god! Stop it! We aren't a thing, we are friends and i'm supporting him, is that a problem?" I ask, rubbing Justin's rather muscular arms, and she shrugs. "I bet your hooking up," she says, and Justin's muscules tighten. "I wouldn't do that to my bestfriend," he says, and she rolls her eyes. "Whatever, lets go Han," she says, grabbing my arm, and I follow her. 

We walk passed the dressing rooms and to the training room. "What are we doing here?" I ask as we walk into the empty room filled with exsercize equitment. "We're talking," she says in a serious tone, and sits me down. "Your not in control of me, Alli, okay? Im not sitting here and letting you interrogate me," I snap, but it doesn't phase her. "Did you guys have sex? What do you talk about?" She starts. "Im not answering those, their ridiculous." She rolls her eyes. "Fine! Let me make it simple. Do you have feelings for Justin?" "What? NO! I'm leaving," I say, and burst through the door, running back to the stage.

When I get backstage, I hear Justin talking, but I don't see him. He must be mic testing already. I walk out below the stage onto the floor and find Justin on the tall stage with a mic on his face, laughing with Scooter. I smile. He has so much pressure on him about this tour and being perfect, he rarely smiles, and seeing him smile, it makes my day. When he sees me, he waves me over. "Han! Come look at this view," he says, smiling, looking out into the stands. I hop onto the stage and stand next to him as he puts his arm around me. "This was the ultimate goal, to look out into a crowd like this," he says, and I smile and rest my head on his shoulder. "You came far," I say with a smile.

Before the concert, I sit with Justin in the dressing rooms rubbing his back. He's pale, and he feels sick. "Are you sure you can perform? You look aweful," I say, rubbing his back as we sit on the couch. "I'm fine, just nerves," he mumbles, and scooter walks in. "Bro, whats wrong?" He asks, crouching in front of Justin. "My throat man, it's killing me, and I feel sick," Justin says, and Scooter shakes his head. "Don't go on," he says, but Justin insists. 

This doesn't look to good.