Insecurity and Romance; a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Chapter One; A Pen & Paper.

Love is undefined,

An illusion to mind,

or is it really something true? 

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"Vanessa, get up! I know you got this huge thing going on with Justin's tour, but that doesn't mean you can skip school. You're not leaving until tonight!" 

I groaned.

My body rose, my hands reaching up to wipe my eyes. I looked down at my baggy top and shorts and sigh. I still wonder why he didn't pick a slim girl to be his leading crew girl. I got out of bed, took a shower and slung on some new sweats and a Jets jersey. I got my bag from the chair near my desk. I then looked out my balcony, tracing my fingers against the top of my piano. I glanced at it, and sighed. "I'll be back, my friend." I whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at the keys before heading out the door and to the bus stop.

* * *

I finished packing the third suitcase with my essentials. I checked the clock, 4:30. I was expecting Justin around 6. He got a hold of my cell number through my audition forms and texted me the time of arrival. 

"Mom, can you help me bring these bags downstairs?" I asked, a yawn escaping my lips. I hadn't had enough sleep the night before, I was drowning myself in the music of my iPod. I looked out my window as the sun seeped over the hill. I looked back at the mirror. My eyes glanced at the necklace dangling from my neck. I grasp the locket at the end of it, tracing my thumb on the rhinestone in the middle of it. I let go of it, smiled and grabbed two of my bags.

"I'm right here, give me a bag!" My mom said, grabbing the one off the floor that was left. She looked upset, but acted happy because of this oppertunity.

As we wait outside, a hot chocolate in my hands with my bags beside me, I looked at my mom. I pulled her close with one arm and hugged her tight. "I love you, mom. I'll text you everyday." She smiled down at me as I took another sip of the cocoa. I smiled back, anxious and determined to make her proud.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I hear a familiar voice call out. My eyes shift to the sound of the voice, then letting out a chuckle.

"Way to make an entrance!" I call out to the three tour buses arriving on the roadside of my house. I get up, look over to my mom and smile. Justin popped out one window, a slight smirk on his face as he gets out of the window frame. As the first bus stops, he comes out and hugs me lightly. I smile wide, looking up at him. "Okay, I have two issues right now. One, you're taller than me, and these busses are HUGE!" Justin's laugh made my stomach flutter strangly enough. I looked at the bags as he glanced down at me.

"You only need to grab the suitcases that you need for at least a day or two." He smiled, looking at the three bags around me. I bent down, grabbed the one with my essentials and my style clothing case. He grabbed one case from my hands- the clothing case- while Kevin, his bodyguard, grabbed the last bag. I smiled and followed him in the bus. But, it wasn't as I expected.

I expected it to be amazing of course, but not as amazing as this.

The couches were decor with satin pillows and soft fabric. The curtains, pure silk I assumed, hung from every window on the bus. The table, just like any other table, but only made of the finest wood I'd ever seen. Wow, just by seeing what seemed to be the living room/dining room on this bus, it makes me wonder what my bed's going to look like.

"It's nice, huh?" He chuckled at the astonished look that laid bland on my face. I shook it off, nodding over in his direction, then sighing softly.

"So, where am I staying?" My voice said, a little too eagar to know the answer. He slipped his soft, soothing hand into mine, gently taking us back to the master room on the bus.

"We're going to have to share a room." He winked, then laughed. I laughed along.

"Alright, that's cool with me, as long as you don't try anything funny." I said while chuckling. I placed my bags near the drawer on the side of the bed I wanted. There was another drawer on the other side, filled with Justin's clothes. I opened this new dresser, nothing. I start to pile some of my clothes in there, when Justin asks, "I was wondering if you'd sing for my mom and Scooter. Please?" I froze once more, like the day I first glanced at Justin's perfect eyes. I then finished unpacking, got up and turned towards him. I had to answer his question with a question.

"You have a keyboard?" I smirked. I saw his smile appear on his face, and I knew that meant 'yes'. So, without a doubt, I said yes as well.

That was the night I performed in front of a music manager for the first time in my life. That also was the night where I got butterflies when I looked at Justin as I performed.

* * *

"Are you okay, Vanessa?" I hear a worried voice call out to me weary and tired. I spring upward out of my bed, the cold sweat down my forehead, panting heavily. It's been a long time since this happened to me before, how come the bad dreams are back now?

"I'm fine." I say, then realize I'm not, as I collapse into Justin's arms and break out in tears. His expression was speechless, but yet frightened as he holds me close, pettting my hair. He whispered sweet words into my hair, though I can hear them clear. My heart slowed, and my breath was back to normal. He then started to sing to me, a familiar song to my ear, which I was surprised he knew, Decode by Paramore. I listened to his voice echo through the room. I looked at him, singing a newformed harmony on the chorus with him before I dozed off, in Justin's arms.