Sew Me Up

Paparazzi, Brunch, and Celebrity Writing Creeps

"Justin," I say as he pulls me towards the elevators, "We need to finish your fittings and-" "my chest is forty-two inches, my arms are fourteen and a half inches and my waist is thirty-two." I sigh and roll my eyes, "I already knew that I needed to get the fabric fitted on you and-" "we can have someone else do that," "No, we can't."

I huff out a sigh and realize that we, Well he, had parted away through the throng of people who wait for the elevator. "We'll be squashed in there, you know?" I ask him, his hand in mine but I don't mind that bit. No one else has seemed to notice it yet.

"Then it'll be easier to get away, wouldn't it?" Justin says with a playful smile. Wow, I can see how easy it is to fall in love with a smile like that. I look down at my chucks and smile like an idiot hoping he doesn't see. The elevator doors open and Justin pulls me in as the rest of the floor piles in with us.

We're at the back of the elevator and everyone in front is throwing glancing at us, I lean over to Justin "Is it always like this?" I ask him in a whisper. He continues to look in front of him "Yeah," he replies but doesn't elaborate. I look at the doors again, people still giving Justin looks and curious glances at me.

Probably thinking: "What is Justin Bieber doing with this pile of actual pig fat?"

Honestly, I have no clue.

The doors open again and a flood of people rush in and a flood of people rush out, Justin grabs my hand tighter and pulls me through the crowd of people. the lobby is filled with people now, some are interns carrying lunch and some are people waiting to be called. But everyone is moving around, not a single person in here is still.

At least until Justin comes in dragging Claire Mitts stepdaughter behind him, then the whole fashion world stops and stares. I keep my gaze in front of me, focusing on the doors and on the sound of the busy street.

"Excuse me,"
"Pardon me,"
"Oh, sorry,"
Were Justin mantra as we slipped through the throng of people, but everyone didn't seem to mind having Justin Bieber brushing up against them.

I kept my eyes on my feet, trying to hide my burning face from the crowd, hopefully not being recognized anymore. I felt a gust of warm air hit my face, finally, we were outside.

Before I could feel comfortable outside a wall of flashing lights bombards us. "JUSTIN!", "HEY JUSTIN, WHO'S THE NEW GIRL?", "IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'LL BE IN THE RS FASHION SHOW?". I squint my eyes as the flashing cameras got closer to Justin and me.

Justin then pulls to his side, "Just keep your head down and don't let go of my hand," he says and begins pushing us through the crowd of cameras. I do as I'm told and keep my eyes on my feet, letting Justin lead. Wait, where he is leading us too?

I glance up from my shield of hair and see a black SUV sitting near the curb of the street, is that where we're going? Before I could even think of an answer, Justin pushes us towards the SUV and opens the door for me and I climb as quickly as possible into the backseat.

The car begins to move before Justin can close the door all the way. Justin kind of slumps against the seat and looks at me, giving me a small smile which quickly turns to frown. I furrow my eyebrows, "What?" I ask "You need to have your seatbelt on, it's dangerous," he says and straightens up and puts on his seatbelt.

I put mine on and look out the tinted window, this isn't what I had expected today. I thought I was just going to do a normal fitting than with whatever time that was left of my lunch would be used to see Claire in her office. This is much more unexpected and satisfying.

"Where are we going?" I ask, turning back to Justin "We are going to Carol's Global Soul, it's a nice little cafe, I think you'll like," he says, his eyes look tender. I blink and smile, I'm seeing things. "Do the paparazzi know about this place?" I ask, I try to keep the anxiety out of my voice but I must have failed because Justin looks a little worried now.