Ego (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter Twenty

The music started and I’m pretty sure this is how a heart attack felt. But then Justin started singing and just like he said, I focused on him and the little 12 year old bitches shouting crap at me all disappeared and all I could hear from the crowd was cheering. We did the exact same thing we did in the studio, the linking fingers, the twirling around, the faces so close you could kiss. And the butterflies were worse than ever. But it did eventually come to an end. I crutched my way off stage while Justin stayed on and did 6 more songs.

I made my way to the room where we would be doing the meet and greet and within 20 minutes it was full with squealing Justin fans, not one of which came to speak to me. That’s fine be jeallin’ bitches. I limped my way over to the buffet and tucked into some sausage rolls, right now they were like pastry covered pockets of joy. Suddenly they all started screaming. I turned round, just as I thought, Justin was here.

I watched him flirt with them all. If he could turn it on that easy with complete strangers, he obviously doesn’t like me. Oh well, Molly you knew that.

Before I got a chance to feel any kind of heartache I felt someone tap my shoulder.

‘hey leave some for the rest of us’ he laughed. Standing before me was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. His smile was amazing, his eyes were so pretty they made me want to cry, his hair was dark brown and swishy just how I liked it, he was wearing a checked shirt that you could see his muscles through.

I laughed back, ‘oh sorry, would you like one?' I flashed him my flirty smile, it must have worked because he giggled back at me.

‘no its okay, I just needed to find an excuse to break the ice’ he grinned. Holy mother fucker he was hot.

‘well consider the ice well and truly broken, I’m Molly’ I smiled as I stuck my hand out for him to shake.

‘Hey I’m Dylan’ he smiled as he took my hand and kissed it. And he was romantic, was it too early to propose to him?

I giggled, ‘So Dylan, no offence or anything but you don’t seem like a Justin Bieber fan’ I smiled as I led him over to the couch and we sat down.

‘well don’t hate him, I mean I have respect for him and all but I’m more into oasis and music like that’ he smiled, ‘I’m only here because I had to bring my little sister … see the one over there that’s wrapped around Justin’s leg?’ he nodded over to a 12 year old girl grinning widely as she clung to Justin for dear life, ‘that right there is my sister’ he laughed and shook his head in embarrassment.

‘oh she seems … passionate’ I laughed.

We chatted and flirted for an hour, then all of the fans started to leave as the ‘party’ finished. We stood up, ‘So I’m just gonna be forward here, I really like you Molly, can I get your number? I’d love to see you again’ he grinned.

He was honest, a very admirable quality, ‘sure you can’ I grinned. We swapped phones and entered our numbers. He leant over and kissed my cheek. He was just about to say goodbye when Justin came over. He had a weird look on his face.

‘Molly!’ he said putting his arm around me, ‘who’s your friend?’

‘This’ I said as I took his arm from around me, ‘is Dylan’ I grinned over at him. He grinned back, blushing.

‘ohh, well hello Dylan’ Justin said as he shook Dylan’s hand firmly, so firmly in fact I’m surprised it didn’t come off.

He put his arm back around me, I shot him a look and removed it again.

‘well I’ll call you tomorrow Molly’ he said shyly, he was so cute. He was about to lean again to kiss me but Justin cut in.

‘ooh whats happening tomorrow?’ he asked faking a smile. ‘let me guess, going on a date are we?’ he asked sarcastically.

‘Justin! Fuck off this has nothing to do with you!’ I was getting annoyed now. He completely ignored me.

‘So your taking young Molly out on a date are you?’ he said taking a step closer to Dylan. Almost squaring up to him.

‘Urm, yeeah, we’ve been chatting all night and I really like her’ he blushed again.

‘oh you like her? So you think you can just come up and flirt with innocent girls, what just because she was sat alone you thought you could get some?’ Justin was almost in his face.

‘No! I would never do that!’ Dylan said politely.

‘Oh and now you’re lying?!’ Justin spat.

‘Justin! What the hell are you pla-’ before I got the chance to finish my sentence Justin must have snapped because he punched Dylan. The next thing I knew they were both fighting. Oh fuck the last time this happened I had Ryan to help me.

‘Justin! Justin! Stop it!’ I screamed trying dodge the punches, while trying to separate them.

Suddenly a young girl came running in. She stood at the door with her mouth wide open. ‘Hi there sweetie could you please lend me a hand?’ I shouted over as I tried to pull them apart.

She ran over and pulled Dylan back. Oh shit, it was his little sister. Justin just lost himself a fan, I’m guessing.

They were both pretty beaten up. But Justin had come out the worst, his nose was bleeding and he had a cut on his face which looked as if it at least needed stitches. Of course, I’m not a doctor so he was probably worse.

I pushed Justin onto the couch, I would deal with him later. I walked over to Dylan, he wasn’t that badly hurt. ‘Dylan, I am so sor-’

‘don’t apologise’ he smiled, ‘this wasn’t your fault’ he grinned as he wiped blood from his nose.

I laughed softly, ‘Your so sweet, but I want to make sure your okay, I’m gonna have to get that piece of shit to the hospital but I’ll call you straight after okay?’ I grinned then kissed him on the cheek before his sister helped him out.

I took my phone out and called an ambulance. I didn’t look at or even speak to Justin as we waited for the paramedics. They arrived and we all walked out and got into the ambulance. I still didn’t talk to him.

The paramedics both sat in the front and it was just me and Justin in the back. He finally plucked up the courage to speak, but I wasn’t interested.

‘Molly please, talk to me, say something, anything.’ he pleaded with me, I could see tears in his eyes.

I looked over at him, a tear rolled down my cheek, ‘What the fuck was that?!’ I asked him, half confused, half furious.