Insecurity and Romance; a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Chapter Six; Verse One.

Love is complicated,

A feeling that's simply overrated.

Is that entirely a lie?

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Justin brought me back to the hotel, staying with me to watch Law and Order: SVU. I found his arms wrapped around me as he held me close. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, only to find myself fall into a deep slumber. I could feel his lips pressed against my forehead as I laid there, lightly snoring in his long, slightly muscular arms. "Night, baby girl." He whispered in my ears, echoing throughout my dream.

***

I saw him. I was just standing in the middle of a road, the pouring rain drenching my yellow satin summer dress, looking out to the lampost. There, I saw him. I saw my father. My eyes stung with tears, my legs immediately reacting, as I run toward him. I stumbled, falling onto the cobbled pavement, looking up and watching the figure go away, my father fading into the white light of the lampost. My arms struggled to lift me up, the pouring rain constantly bringing me down.

"Are you alright?" I heard the echo of Justin's voice through the darkened, lonely street.

"Justin?" I called out. No answer. "JUSTIN!?" I cried out once more, as the tears ran down my cheeks, camoflauging with the rain.

"Are you alright?" This time my eyes fluttered open, panting while the whimpering stopped. I looked up at Justin, his eyes filled with worry. I take a few deep breaths and looked at him. He looked back at me.

"I'm fine." I sat up, as a sigh escaped my lips. I knew it was too good to be true. My father was dead, and everything along with him. I got up, going for a glass of water. Justin followed me, making sure I was okay.

"Are you sure? I can still see a tear running down your cheek." Justin wiped his thumb across my cheek, my eyes glancing up at his figure. His light smiled comforted me, while he asked, "What was you dream about?"

"I just lost my dad a year ago, and I really remember him well enough that some of my dreams..." I started, taking a sip of the water. "Consume on his essence."  Justin nodded. He then pulled me close, his arms grasping my hips softly.

"I'll always be here, and I know it must be hard for you." He kissed me lightly. "I'll bring you back to bed, okay?" He smiled lightly. I nodded, taking his hand as he brought me back to my room, and laid me down to sleep.I smiled, dozing off into a slumber.

***

When I woke up, a note waited beside me. I picked it up. I smiled, it was from Justin.

'Made breakfast, in the fridge, boo.

~Justin.'

When I made my way out of bed, and to the fridge, I hear a girl call out, "Hey, Vanessa!" I was reluctant to turn, but I did, and I was greeted with a smack.

"Keep your grimy, ghetto hands of my man, okay?!" Selena growled. I rubbed my cheek, the irritation lingered in my eyes.

"First of all," I scowled. "Don't touch me." Selena looked down at me. "Secondly, I'm not ghetto, do I look like I came off the streets? No, I came from a place called Vermont. Now, back off." I pushed her to the side, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and stomped back to my room. I placed my water roughly on the dresser,  looking at myself in the mirror. I then check the time, 7:17. I reluctantly changed, into the nice party dress Justin bought for the 'Boyfriend' bit of the concert. I then grabbed the golden high heels, and slip them on, walking out of my room with my water, my curled hair still in place, then walking out of the hotel suite, to be bombarded by paparazzi.

"Who is this mysterious chick!?" One called out, short and stubby.

"Did Justin find a new girl?" Another asked dramactically, this one being a girl, tall and sleek.

"Can I get through?" I yell, slipping by them and running down the stairs and out the door, the paparazzi close behind.

"How old are you? Are you in love with Justin?" The stubby one went on and on about. "Are you pregnant?!" We were at Madison Sqare Garden now, and my patience had run thin with these folk. I scoff. Why does everyone assume that someone's pregnant because they are with someone? It's utterly ridiculous! Pattie finally saved me, pulling me into the stadium doors and locked them.

"Thank you, Pattie." I hugged her tightly. She hugged back a smile across her face.

"Of course. Is this the dress Justin picked out? It's very cute on you." She pointed to the dress, the shortness and golden ruffles making it stand out.

"Yeah, and thank you for the complement." She nodded, then asked, "Have you seen Justin?" My look returned her an answer.

"You mean, he's not here?"

"No."

"But then..." I spoke, frightened to know what's going on.

I found out that split second, when I went on Instagram, and gazed at the picture of Justin making out with Selena.