Insecurity and Romance; a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Chapter Eight; The Chorus.

Love, a word on my mind,

I fiddled with the word more than a thousand times.

But is it described as well as it should, be?

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Justin's eyes glanced at my expression as Selena angrily hung up the phone. He, concerned, asked, "Are you alright?" I smiled lightly.

"I'm fine." I looked up at him. "A little stunned a Disney star could be so naughty." We both laughed, the joke lingered in the air. He intertwined his fingers with mine, taking me back to the stadium, as we start rehersals. First, Justin performed 'All Around The World', 'One Love', and 'Catching Feelings'. During 'Catching Feelings', I felt my heart melting, knowing the lyrics were meant for me. I sat out the first three songs, since I only danced for 'As Long As You Love Me', 'She Don't Like The Lights', and finally, 'Boyfriend'. But, somehow, in the mix of it all, Justin made an arrangment for me to sing and hamonize with him during 'Die In Your Arms'. I don't know how that guy does it. I love Justin Drew Bieber, with all my heart.

***

"You ready?" Justin asks, his arms wrapped around me. This is it. The big night. I nod lightly, the gold streaks in my bang shining off the light above us. I looked at him, the golden eyeshadow and golden mascara glitter complimenting my eyes. I smile at him. The heels reached me to Justin's chin. His perfect lips kiss me softly. He knew this was a big moment for me. Performing at Madison Square Garden was the turning point of being a perform. It meant you succeeded.

"Of course, I'm ready." I respond. I kiss him once more, pulling away. I listen to the crowd, hollering Justin's name. "I think they're waiting for you." I laugh softly, letting my hand slip from his. He chuckled.

"See you soon, Mrs. Bieber." He smirked, walking off toward the elevator. The fans ring my ears, making me remember my first concert. I did see Justin Bieber, and my voice was booming with excitement. I snap out of the flashback, then walk to the couch to watch him perform on T.V., so I knew when to come out. It was the traditional countdown. 5,4....Selena walked in the room, her glare on me...3...She walked to me...2,1. Selena went for a blow to my face, but then was dragged back by Kenny, Justin's first offical body guard. I stood there, motionless for the moment, the looked at Selena, hearing her yell and scream at me.

"Justin's mine!" She growled. "He'd never want someone like you! You're so full of yourself!" Kenny grabbed her, taking her out of there. The crew fell silent. Pattie and Justin's father, Jeremy, walk up to me and asks if I'm alright. I shake the mood off, looking at his parents, specifying that I was fine. But then, looking off, I thought about it. I was kind of full of myself. I take a water from the cooler, gulping down the bottle as Justin finished up 'One Love'.

***

Soon enough, I was in position. I hear Pattie say, 'Go' into the earbuds in my ears. I walk out, hearing the muffled screams of millions of people as they hear the sound of my heels click, click, click. The music starts, Justin finds his way behind me, then pulling me towards him, as he sang in my ear the lyrics. It was going as according to plan. Once the second verse finished, I ran off stage, quickly changed into the jumpsuit, and came back with my girls. Surprisingly, it was successful, the whole routine was great. I then stayed on stage for 'As Long As You Love Me' and 'She Don't Like The Lights'. When the songs are done, we (the dancers) all head off stage, so Justin can have some time with the crowd, just talking with them. They take me to the bathroom, washing out the streeks in my hair and re-straightening my bang, then straighteneing my curls so my hair slung down my shoulders. I looked at it, realizing how long it's gotten since the last time it was straightened. I then changed into a strapless gold dress, that had a slimming but broadening factor. I felt like a fairy in it, honestly, and slipped on these bedazzled silver heels. I then hear Justin call my name. I'm given a microphone, and the thumbs up by Pattie, and so I run out on stage, waving to the cheering, enthusiastic crowd. I smile.

"Hey everyone, how are you guys?" I ask the crowd through the mic. They scream back, making me giggle softly. I look at Justin, as the music starts to play. I look at him, and smile wider, then I start to sing.

Say you love me

As much as I love you, yeah

Would you hurt me, baby?

Could you do that to me, yeah?

Would you lie to me, baby?

'Cause the truth hurts so much more

Would you do the things that drive me crazy?

Leave my heart still at the door?

Oh, I can't help it, I'm just selfish

There's no way that I could share you

That would break my heart to pieces

Honestly the truth is...

If I could just die in your arms

I wouldn't mind

'Cause every time you touch me

I just die in your arms

Oooh, it feels so right

So baby, baby, please don't stop, boy.

***

Tonight, I walked out with Justin, and there was more paparazzi then I had imagined. They took pics of us, asking questions as we slipped through the crowd, entering the limo awaiting us.

"It's ridiculous," Justin smiled at me, finally taking my hands and smiling. "This is what it's like, just being me. But, this night wouldn't have been complete without you with me by my side." I smile.

"Awe." I smiled, realizing that my hands were cold, and the warmth of his hands comforted me. He pulled a sparkling cider bottle from the side of the limo, pulling it out and pouring it into two champaine glasses, handing me one. Justin proposed a toast, and I sipped on it. I just was lucky to have such an amazing man by my side.

The only problem: Selena's words echoed through my head the whole time after the show.