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Is this happening?

Chapter 2: Is this happening?

April 20, 2013

Hanna's Point Of View.

Today is the day. The day I've been waiting for since the day I first heard Baby. I was born to support him and love him through thick and thin. Most people just don't get it, but guess what? I couldn't care any less, my support is not ending because of hatred.

I'm on my way to the meet and greet and I must admit I'm actually really nervous. Being nervous is normal I guess. But what will he think of me? I'm nothing special. He'll probably just say hi, have the picture taken and then shout next.

Standing in my big bedroom only wearing my black lace underwear and a matching black lace bra, I look at myself in the full lenght body mirror in disgust.

I'm chubby. Not particually fat, but I'm not skinny. My legs aren't beautifully slim, my ass is big and fat, and I find my skin rather disgusting. My belly though is not so big, it's almost flat. Though, I've always liked my boobs. They're my favorite part of my body, actually, make that the only part on my body I actually  like.

They're so big and full, some guys even think they're fake.

Well honey, they're real and they're all mine.

I step closer to the mirror to take a better look at my face, at my skin. When I was younger I had a lot of pimples and red marks, which of course led to scaring, but now my skin is way better. I still got a few bumps here and there but mostly it's all gone.

All in all, I don't like me.

Shaking all the negative thoughts out of my head, I take a small glance at the clock on my nightstand to see what time it is.

12:36 ㏘

"Shit." I curse and begin to do my make up. I decided to go with the natural look, since my idol prefers natural girls.

Oh, who am I kidding? I don't have a chance. He's clearly not over his ex and who would want a fat girl like me anyways?

I'm a worthless piece of nothing.

After applying foundation, I contour and highlight just to make my face look slimmer and to get rid of the huge bags underneath my eyes. I do all that  before moving on to powdering and filling in my brows. To finish off I give myself some natural glow and put on mascara and a light brown matte lipstick.

Quickly I run in to my small walk-in-closet to pick out clothes for the meet and greet.

What to wear? Oh my God I don't have time for this, I think to myself as I go through all my clothes. I should have picked out my clothes yesterday and I probably would have if it wasn't for the fucking stupid headache I had all day long.

After about half an hour or so, I finally decide to go with a pair of black skinny jeans, a grey loose t-shirt with a black print on saying KILLING IT and a dark brown leather jacket. To top of the outfit, I put on big hope earrings that look great with my straightened shoulder short chocolate brown hair.

I then walk in to the closet again, finding my favorite black wedges and put them on. Looking at myself in the mirror again, I lightly smile in accomplishment.

Damn I look slightly skinny in this outfit.

I hurry down the stairs as fast as I can in these heals and get myself a banana and a big glass of ice cold water. While eating the banana, I look out the kitchen window waiting for my best friend Brianna to pic me up.

Brianna is my beautiful African American best friend. She has the body of a model. Her curves are perfect, perfectly sized breasts, good fit ass, short black hair (Miley Cyrus's short haircut only black), her skin is brown and her eyes are big and brown. All guys want her, but she's already taken by her handsome boyfriend, David.

Living alone is getting kind of lonely at times. I remember the day I turned 17 as if it was yesterday. It was the day I decided to move out and live by myself.

Wait, that's particularry a lie. I got a dog two months ago, a big brown golden detriever. His name is Sam. He was actually a birthday present from my parents. You might be frightened when you first meet him, but once you know him, he's the best.

As I hear a car honk, I quickly gulp down the glass of water and walk to the front door seeing Sam laying on the floor.

"Sam baby, mommy's leaving. I'll be back late tonight. I gave you freshly cold water and 3 handfuls of food. You know where to poop if needed." I say sweetly to him and give him a big kiss on the head. I feel like I'm the only one who talks to their dog as if they're human.

I jump in the front seat and grin widely at my best friend.

"Are you ready girl?" Brianna asks me smiling, showing her insanely white teeth.

"Hell yeah I am!" I shout. Brianna laughs, starts the car engine and drives off.

An hour later.

"Oh my to the fucking God Hanna!" Brianna shouts excited and looks at our surroundings.

"I know!" I shout back just as excited.
"But we should try to stay calm when we meet him. We don't wanna scare him away." I jokingly whisper.

Bri giggles but nods her head in agreement as we walk down the hallway.

We safely made it to the arena like 10 minutes ago that now is filled with screaming teenagers. Mostly girls, but I can easily spot a few boys too. I look around and see teenagers are loosing their minds. Some of them are crying hysterically, others smiling and jumping around, fangirling like crazy.

I smile at the sight and remember a few years back when I was a fangirl. How I would cry myself to sleep at nights just thinking about him, mostly about his voice, but I'd be lying if I said I never think about his handsome smile, gorgeous brown eyes and that toned body of his.

Yum.

I'd tap that.

Fucking hell Hanna, chill!

I must have been in my own fantasy world, because before I know it, I'm looking right in to the eyes of my idol; my idol ever since 2011.

Justin Bieber.

Is this happening? I think to myself.

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