A Love Like Ours

Chapter Two

Walking to the place I'd stood at exactly yesterday, I let out a breath ― I couldn't make it in to the lobby; the paparazzi and other Beliebers were crowding and squeezing the entrance of the hotel. I hope he'd be able to find me...

I scratched my head and drew in several deep breaths to try to calm myself down.

Calm myself down, you may ask? Yes. I may not seem like I'm nervous and excited and anxious or anything else in the outer side of me, but the truth is... I was freaking the hell out. 

Fix the puzzle pieces together! I'm standing right here, knowing I'm going to meet my idol again, and that means I'm going to see him. Again! My idol! Yesterday was... I was too caught up in the moment; my mind was blurred by the fact that my idol was standing right before me that I couldn't register anything, and I couldn't scream. 

But now that it's the next day, at the same time... Everything is hella different. I'm as sober as can be, but not only that ― I'm as ready to scream as a pregnant lady ready to be sent into the delivery room for labor. 

...That was not me. I mean, yes, it's a part of me ― but that wasn't me. That was my fangirl side, I swear. 

What should I say when Justin reaches? What would happen if he stood right before me again? What if I hugged him again?! WHAT IF HE KIS― 

"Hey," a raspy voice appeared behind me as my breathing hitched. 

I froze in my spot for a second, before clearing my throat awkwardly, trying to draw as many breaths as I could, inconspicuously. 

"Sorry I'm late. I, uh, there were paparazzi all around, so...yeah." 

He managed to find me, I thought to myself as I spun around to face him with a tight smile on my face. I couldn't... I hate myself. I can't even with myself. Just what the hell was wrong with me? Why can't I be myself in front of him, like how I was yesterday? I was completely me before him yesterday, but today I'm trying so hard to be me. 

"Hi... Justin," the tightness of the smile on my face faded as I watched him chuckle at my reaction.

That smile of his had a special effect on me... When he smiles... I smile—no uneasiness. Now my smile was perfectly normal and I felt all right―who was I kidding?! Everything was fine but the pace of my heart beat and the person standing right before me.

He was way past the definition of fine. He couldn't even be compared to the sun's hotness. He was out of the world... He's just too flawless. 

And yeah, that was my fangirl side again, just so you know. 

"Well, good evening to you, too," he finally let out a small laugh, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. Though after that, he became serious again, and I couldn't help wonder why. "Well, these are for you." He held out a rectangular purple envelope ― I love this kid so much ― and I took it over, confusion evident on my face. 

What was... What's in it? I raised my eyebrows internally, still wondering about what it was, until he spoke up again. I licked my lips to moisten it. 

"Open it up," he said, that cute smile of his resurfacing, as he reached his hand up and ran his fingers naturally through his hair. 

Holy crap, I thought, him doing that was so much more hotter in person. I fumbled with it for a while before I managed to open it―you can't blame me for trying to hide the fact that my hands were shaking like hell, right? I couldn't possibly show it to my idol. He'd think I was some freakish, obsessive fan, when seriously... All I ever was, was a dedicated Belieber.