*Your pov.*
My heart is pounding against my chest. The loud buzz coming from the speakers reaches my body and increases my pulse. I take a look around me and inhale a deep breath. My lips are dry and my vision slightly blurry. The colored lights are illuminating the dark place a bit. I breath in the sticky air once again which turns out to be a mistake since I start coughing uncontrollably. Stupid smoke, I think to myself.
»You okay, Y/n?«, one of my friends asks me.
She puts her hand on my bare shoulder while examining my face. I grab a glass of water, take a sip and gulp down hard. Then I nod.
»I'm fine!«, I shout over the loud music.
She lifts up her right hand and shows me a thumbs up making me smile a little. Only then she pulls out a lighter from her white jeans pocket, puts a cigarette in between her lips and lights it up. Great!
I turn my head to another direction hoping not to get into contact with the fume as much. My eyes then catch sight of all the people around us dancing, singing and drinking. I see lots of smiling faces, couples making out and I see the VIP area which is only a meter away from where my friends and I are standing.
Curiously I squint my eyes trying to recognize anyone popular, but I fail. It's too dark in the club and people are partly blocking my view.
»Oh my god, guys! You won't believe whose here«, my friend screams while holding her phone in her hand.
Instantly I turn to face her. She holds up her phone showing us a picture, which was uploaded only some minutes ago on Instagram, of Justin Bieber.
»No way!«, another one of my friends shouts.
Unintentionally my eyes travel back to the VIP area and that's when I see him. A bright light shines directly at his figure. I watch him talk to some other boys, then laugh and take a sip from his drink.
As I'm about to tell my friends about my discovery I catch sight of Justin and the other guys whistling at some girls.
»Hey, baby! Wanna have some fun tonight?«, I hear his voice say.
Surprised at his words I examine him more closely noticing that he's most definitely drunk. He makes a step forward, loses his balance and almost falls on the ground. Luckily, one of his friends catches him.
»Come on! We know you want it«, another guy shouts.
One of the girls raises her middle finger at them and shortly after the whole group leaves. Shocked and disgusted I glare at the guys. I clench my hand into a fist and furrow my brows in anger. Don't do it, don't do it, I tell myself. But it's already too late. My feet are leading me to the VIP area. I push some people out of my way as I walk towards the guys.
When I pass the dancing crowd I find myself standing in front of a red rope. I face one of the boys backs and decide to tap his shoulder. Only then Justin Bieber turns around, his gorgeous hazel eyes looking right at me.
»Can I help you?«, he wonders as a small smirk appears on his lips.
For a moment I get distracted by his marvelous appearance, but as soon as I notice the grin on his face I remember the previous events.
»Yes. Could you and the rest of your boy band please stop molesting other women, thanks«, I say and want to leave again before he could memorize my face.
But, of course, he stops me.
»Hey, wait!«, he shouts,»Who do you think you're talking to?«
»A grown up man who should know his boundaries«, I reply causing the other guys to let out 'uhs'and 'o snaps'.
