Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Song of the chapter:
Slow Hands by Niall Horan
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The music pulsed through me as I watched Justin, drenched in soft blue and pink light, talking with somebody else. It was hard to tell who it was due to the deep shadows covering their face, but it startled me that Justin had left me alone in such a foreign area so suddenly. Of course, I was capable of handling myself. I just didn't expect him to disappear only seconds after we arrived.

Don't be so dependent, I criticized myself.

I bit the inside of my cheek nervously as I let everything happen around me. As usual, I felt invisible. Everybody was having the time of their lives while I stood there, mentally panicking about how out of place I was. Party goers were making memories that they would cherish forever, and I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Directly in front of me was the so called "stage." It looked to be a bunch of wooden palettes stacked together-- not very stable. The majority of the people who were at the venue were concentrated in that particular area. To my left, there was a makeshift bar, again, made from palettes. All around me people stood and talked and danced and let loose, regardless of how run down the place seemed to be. To them, I guess it didn't matter.

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I looked back to where Justin was. He was still there, only this time, I could see who he was talking to. It was Connor.

As I had said before, I knew who Connor was though I never actually met him. He was a tall, dark haired boy with a very artsy and creative side. His artwork was always posted in the hallways at school before he graduated. He seemed to be a really nice person that I never had the chance to cross paths with.

Studying the two boys came to a quick halt when they both turned in my direction. I knew they were looking at me, but it only clarified it more when Justin pointed directly at me. I pressed my lips together nervously when he motioned me over. I complied.

"Connor, this is Kennedy," Justin declared when I approached the two.

"Nice to meet you." He held out his hand. Connor leaned closer to me in order for me to hear him. "Connor."

I slipped my hand into his and politely shook it, something I found kind of strange for the scenario we were in. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Same, actually," he smiled. His dark eyes locked on mine, long messy brown curls hanging over his forehead. They're so long that they're touching his eyelashes.

Nothing about the way he spoke made me uncomfortable or worrisome that Justin was saying stupid and inappropriate things about me. He seemed exceptionally personable.

"Connor's friends with the singer of the band." Justin leaned over to my ear so I could hear him better. His breath against my skin relaxed me. "That's how we got in so easily."

I nodded, still feeling particularly overwhelmed with my situation. It was very unusual and unlike me to be there.

"Have you ever been somewhere like this?" Connor asked me.

I shook my head. "No, this is all kind of new, I guess."

"Respect," he nodded. "Well, I'm going to go check to see if they need anything," he hooks his thumb over his shoulder referring to the band behind us. "Super nice finally meeting you, I'm sure I'll see you again soon," he smirks.