|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|Dear Aiden Sequel|

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|18|

I woke up in the same clothes I had on last night. I was sprawled out across the bed, a puddle of drool dripping down my forearm where I was resting my head. Groggily, I raised my head to look at the clock. It was nearly noon. I sat up, sitting back on my heels and looking around the room. It was quiet. There was no sound of the television, no sound of talking. Just the same old silence that I was so used to. I made my way off the bed and out the bedroom door. Justin wasn’t there. Had he even come back last night? Concerned, I went to pick up my phone that was sitting on the dining room table to see if he’d at least tried to call. No missed alerts.

I leaned up against the chair next to me, my thoughts reeling. He had to be okay. I’m sure he was. Though, me being a paranoid nervous wreck, I walked out the hotel room door in my socks and my hair a mess. What had I expected to find in the hallway? Nothing. Just a long hall with endless doorways. I turned to open the door again. Locked. Smooth move, A, I thought to myself. Now what? Selena was right next door. Maybe Justin was there. He could let me back in.

Stubbornly, I swallowed my pride and knocked on her door as I whispered curses at myself under my breath. She opened the door, looking just as perfect as ever. When she saw me standing there at her door, her angelic looking face twisted into disgust and she shifted her weight.

“Can I help you?” She growled.

“Um, maybe. Is Justin in there with you?” I spoke, trying to remain calm and refrain from insulting her.

“No, he’s not. Why?” She said.

“Well, he left the room last night and I don’t think he came back. I fell asleep. I came out here to look for him, but now I’m locked out of the room,” I replied.

“Sounds like a problem you’re going to have to deal with yourself,” she spat and went to close the door. I stepped forward to stop it and made eye contact with her.

“Selena, you and I didn’t get off to the best start and even if we had I still don’t think we’d be friends, but I want you to know that I didn’t come here to break you and Justin up. I didn’t come to make you two fight. To be honest, I didn’t want to come period. He didn’t give me much of a choice,” I said.

Her look softened, “Okay.”

She shut the door in my face. I stood still for a long moment until the issue of me being locked out of the room rose again. I would have to walk down stairs and get a key. Sighing, I turned on my heel to walk down the long hall of doors to the elevator where I pushed the button and waited. How embarrassing. I would have to walk, sock-footed, to the reception desk and admit that I got locked out of the room and that I couldn’t find Justin. My daily migraine was already setting in.

The tile floor of the Omni was cold on my feet and people stared at me. Then a crowd started to come at me, holding cameras.

“If you take one more step and I will sue every single fucking one of you for invasion of privacy. Don’t think I won’t,” I spat and they stopped in their tracks.

I already looked like walking death when I approached the front desk and a young, cheerful blonde girl looked up at me.

“Hello, how may I help you?” she asked.

“Um, yeah, hi. I’m Aiden, the girl staying with uh..” I started, wondering if I should say his name out loud in front of all these people.

“I’m staying in the suite,” I said, trying to go with the flow, “and I’m locked out and I can’t find the person that I’m staying with to get the key. Do you think you could give me an extra?”

She smiled, giving me a strange expression, “yes of course, I’ll just need to get one thing.”

She turned to walk away and I crossed my arms, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. I looked up when a rather tall man came to stand at the desk, blocking the light.