No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 1: Met Gala 2014

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   She craved quiet moments like this. Moments where she could stand apart from the crowd, and get lost in herself. As her finger nails curled around the champagne glass, she exhaled, letting cool air ease out of her. The chatter of the other guests seemed distant to her blending in to the sound of the clinking plates and the music .The whole world seemed like a sheet of music left unplayed on a piano.
This was Rihanna's fourth Met Gala. It was becoming old hat now. The red carpets, famous stars, and top designers no longer dazzled her. Yet she still enjoyed the attention and the flashing lights, and feeling like she was in a world beyond common existence.
Then the electric beat of "latch" by Disclosure began to play over the sound system.
She lifted her head up. The words lulled her out of her trance. A tight feeling rose within her, something she couldn't quiet explain. She looked across the crowd, dreamily.
Then she saw him. Justin's brown eyes flickered from across the room. She paused looking at him, her red lips parting briefly. They caught each other's glances, yet as soon as she noticed his gaze he broke away. Justin said something to the other guest and set his napkin down upon the table, floating up from his seat.
She smirked.
In the past she would've curved him a mile away, maybe even ten. The young, upstart pop star, trying to kick it with the baddest bitch in the industry. But this time... something was different.

He eased his way across the crowd, gently easing past the other guests, his gold lamé suit and matching gold watch catching the roving lights. They flickered off his body like moonlight on the surface of a river.
The room turned a dark blue.
He approached her, his walk smooth and easy.
She put on her poker face.

"Rih-rih ," He said, his heavy lids, draping his brown eyes. "So nice to see you." He came in for the hug.

"Justin!"

She carefully draped her arm around his shoulder, so as not to spill her drink. He'd grown so much taller.As she pressed her chin into his shoulder, she caught the fragrance of the Ralph Lauren cologne on the nape of his neck.

"Boy's gotten classy" she thought.

She pulled away, staring him up down.

"Or should I say 'Mr. Bieber'? I see you dressin' like a man now!"

He smiled.
"Well, I doubt they would've let me in if I hadn't."

"Weren't you invited?"

"Not this year, " he smiled, "I'm on the naughty list. But don't you worry, I'll make it on the list next year."

She smirked.

"So its true what they say, Baby Justin's become a bad boy."

"Maybe I'm just bad for the wrong people."

She let out a cackle "Oh, you a philosopher now too!"

"If that's what  you call being real, then yeah." He said slyly.

She looked around the room, panning the crowd.

"Anyways, I saw you across the room , looking lovely and lonely and thought you could use a little Company."

Her eyes darted back to him "Who said I was lonely?"

"I do." He said softly