Insecurity and Romance; a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Chapter Five; A Rhyme.

Love is something that is true,

It's what I feel around, 

You.

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The rest of the day, there was no sign of Selena. I asked Pattie, but she mearly shook it off, saying that 'she's probably at the hotel' or 'she's cooling down'. Pattie smiled, but I guarenteed I made Selena hate me for life. Rehearsals seemed to also run smoother. When the clock striked 7, we all headed back to the hotel we rented for the stay here. Justin smiled at me when we in front of our suite (Yes, Justin, Selena and I shared a two bedroom suite, but I don't think she's in there).

"Wear something formal, I'm taking you to dinner." Justin smiled, openning the door for me, then letting me in first. He went to his room in the suite, and then I went to mine. Once I closed my door calmly, I scattered around, looking for a formal gown or something. I smiled, knowing which one I wanted to try on. I took a shower, curled my hair into giant curls to suit my face. My stomach didn't show much, which I was glad about. I looked at the mirror, admiring the red, sparkling formal gown I got for homecoming. I only applied mascara to my face, leaving the rest of my face natural. The only problem now...where could I get perfect shoes??? I got out my black wedges, deciding they would have to do for the time being. I walked out of my room, looking over at the note laying on the coffee table.

'Vanessa-

Meet me @ the fountain in the Lobby.

~Justin'.

My smile emerged lightly. It instantly froze at the sight of Selena walking in the door, my hands hiding the note in my bra.

"Oh, you're here." She ignored my glance, her eyes looking up. "Where's Justin?"

"I don't know," I lie smoothly. "I last saw him at rehersals." She rolled her eyes, heading to Justin's room. They share a room? I felt sort of bad for Justin, making me chuckle silently before heading out the door and down the stairs toward the lobby. I looked around as I went down the last flight of stairs, holding the end of my dress so it didn't scrape the ground. I finally spotted him, by the fountain, like he'd said. His eyes glistened against the light that reflected off the water.

"Wow, you're so beautiful." His expression was speechless. A full blown smile arose on his face. I blushed.

"You think? I thought I went too dressy. I was going to go for a shorter-" I started.

"No, It's perfect. It suits you." His hand slipped into mine. I smiled. I felt closer to Justin than before. It's been three whole days, and I think Justin's really falling for me. I, I might be falling for him too. He lead me through the hotel, to the fancy restaurant. He had seats reserved for us, then we sat down, immediately being asked for wine. I shook it off, and asked for a water instead. Justin, the same. We then glanced at each other, a smile across his face, a blush against mine.

"So, tell me, how did you get so talented on piano?" Justin asked, anticipation in his eyes. I smiled, laying the silk napkin on my lap.

"I honestly just remember listening to the sound of one, and wanted to play. I kind of self taught myself. I think I can't do really good, I'm not really a prodigy like that. I think my main talent is my voice." I admitted, calmly, laughing softly. I looked at him.

"I think you are good."

"Not as good as you."

"Drums are my thing, you know?"

"I've seen your movie." A laugh from both of us.

"Ha."

"But I agree, you are great on drums."

"Thanks, hun." I smiled as he said it.

Soon enough we were to order. I ordered something simple: a few pieces of Bruschetta, and Alaskan Salmon with a side of fries. He ordered a 20 oz Sirloin with a side of Mashed Potatoes and Collard Greens.

"I think you're very fascinating to hear about." Justin chuckled once the waiter left. "Plus, you have a good taste in food." I laughed.

"Salmon's delicious, and Bruschetta is also simple and delish." I giggled. "So, tell me." I smiled.

"Tell you what?" He sounded intrigued. I smiled wider, but then got serious.

"So, you and Selena. Real? Not Real?" I asked, kind of curious. He sat up, looking at me. Then, I heard him sigh once more.

"I honestly don't know at this point. I really did love her, now, I don't know." The sorrow shivered in his voice as he spoke. I stopped breathing for a moment, setting down my glass of water. I shouldn't have asked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." I sigh.

"No, it's the right thing to ask. I love another girl anyways."

"Oh, for real? She must  be nice."

"Oh, she is." He smiled, looking down at his glass, his finger tracing around the top. "She's really down to earth and her voice, when she sings, it's like magic." I looked at him.

"She's very lucky then." He looked up at me, and I went on. "You're such a great guy, any girl would be lucky to have you, shit, I would even be lucky." I chuckled once more, then went on. "I can see what tender and care you give to the people you love, and it's great. They really do deserve all you give, I appreciate the care you give to me." I blush, covering my mouth slightly. He smiled wide, and nodded lightly.

"Thank you, Vanessa." He smiled. "I hope I can tell her soon how I feel." I smiled cutely, as our meals came in. I tried the Bruschetta, it was great, but not as amazing as the Bruschetta in the North End of Boston. I then nibbled on the Alaskan Salmon, my mouth and tastebuds in bliss. When we both finished, we walked back to the room, and we changed in separate rooms. I changed into some sweatpants and a cookie monster tee, tying it up with a bun at the bottom of the top, since it bagged on me and wanted it to hug my not so perfect body. I then put my hair in a curly bun and sat on the couch outside of my room in the living room of the suite, and watched some Law and Order: SVU. I curled up on the couch and was suddenly lost in my world of television. Ten minutes later, Justin walked out of his room, hair wet, shirtless and wearing sweat pants as well.

"Hey, we match." I giggled, sitting up on the couch.

"I wanted to know if we could go for a walk to Central Park. It's right across the street." Justin smirked.

"Sure, but when we get back, the T.V., mine." I joked, slipping on just ballet flats as we walk out of the room, out of the hotel, and over to the part. We chatted for a while, about music, personal lives, even about chocolate for some weird reason. We ended up in a lighted up Gazebo, joking about how we would have to both prank Scooter sometime.

"So, hey, Vanessa?" Justin asked.

"Yep?" I looked at him slightly, and that's when I feel his lips pressed against mine. I, surprised, hesitated first, but kissed back, then pulled away, wrapping my hand around his neck.

"Look, Vanessa, I...love you." He stuttered out. I light up a smile on my face.

"I love you, too." I smiled.

'I love you'. Just three little words, but when I say them, it's like magic.

Tonight, I just said them, to you, Justin.

And I meant every single part of it.

I never thought an insecure girl could win over a guy like him.

I guess it's changed.

Well, Justin Drew Bieber, Here's three things I have to say.

One: Your eyes, showed every emotion of care and beauty before you kiss me.

Two: That kiss, my first real kiss, is the memory I'll carry, forever.

Finally, three:

Justin, I'm unconditionally, head over heels, crazy in love with you.