Insecurity and Romance; a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Chapter Seven; The Pre-Chorus.

They say 'I get butterflies,

Whenever they look into my eyes'.

Does this happen all the time?

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My face froze, staring at the picture that laid in front of me. I shake it off, locking the screen and nodding, knowing what I had to say. I walked out of the locked doors, camera crews and paparazzi waiting for me. I sighed.

"I am not with Justin Bieber," I start, looking at some of the paparazzi. "He is with Selena Gomez. I'm just a girl who works for Justin's crew. We just happen to share a suite, along with Selena." I look into the camera, the tears stinging the corners of my eyes. "Justin is with Selena. Remember that." I walk past them after, to the bathroom, locking myself inside. I look in the mirror, the mascara from yesterday smudging my cheeks. I knew it was too good to be true. He is a big star, he gets around. I should've watched out for this. I was so foolish to let him get to my head like that. I heard a knock on the door.

"Vanessa?" Justin's voice echoed. "Are you in there? I have the key." I hid myself in the farthest stall as he opened the door, his footsteps clicked on the concrete floor. "Vanessa?" His voice was now concerned. He finally found my stall, opening it as I covered my face in the countours of my dress. He sighed. "Are you-" I stopped him there.

"Don't even." I push my way out of the stall and walk away from him.

"Why are you running away from me?" He spoke, his voice sort of pissed off at me. I turned around at him.

"You wanna explain this picture?" I unlocked my screen, showing him the picture. He stood there, a stupid look on his face. "Yeah," I spoke. "I thought so." I walked out of the bathroom, the paparazzi gone.

"Come back, Vanessa!" He ran after me, grabbing my hand. I turn towards him, a bit of irritation and sorrow appearing on my face.

"What? So you can trick me into loving you again? Maybe I did deserve that slap and comment from Selena this morning. I'll make sure I keep my eyes off you. I'll still work with you, but I won't be fooled into loving you again." I boom, a shiver of  sorrow shaking in my voice. Justin pulled me into a kiss. I couldn't resist but to kiss him back, then I pulled away.  I shook my head, his hands grasped tightly on my arms.

"Vanessa, I swear before my life, that picture is old. Plus, that picture is on Selena's phone, and I forgot to sign off my Instagram on her phone." He pulled me close, a single hand caressing my milk chocolate skin, making his hand look like milk against my complexion. "I love you so much. I promise you, I am done with Selena."

"Justin," I looked him deep in the eyes. "If I find out anything different, I'm going to-" He broke me off with another kiss.

"There won't be anything different." He nodded, taking his phone and calling Selena in front of me, putting it on speaker.

"Hey baby!" Selena's voice echoed, a little evil lingered in the depths of her voice.

"We're over." He said, clearly. She laughed.

"Baby, we're not OVER. This is a joke, right?" She laughed nervously.

"No, we're over. I'm in love with Vanessa." He looked up at me. "She treats me with so much affection and care, and you never do that for me. It was fun, I admit it, but I feel more complete with her." His voice so sincere, sent Selena in a rage.

"She doesn't HAVE THE GOODS! She's just a fat ass bitch!" With that, she hung up.