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What he lives for.

Chapter 40: What he lives for.

June 7, 2013

Hanna's Point Of View.

It's different now, you know, being to a meet and greet.

Last time I was at one, I was the one who had payed hundreds of dollars to get to hold my inspiration for 10 seconds, I was the one who was so excited yet nervous to meet him, I was the one who nearly fainted when looking in to his chocolate brown eyes.

Things have changed through the months cause' now I'm the one kissing him, now I'm the one waking up to him almost every morning, now I'm the one sleeping with him, now I'm the one who gets to be with him and see him practically every day. Now I'm the one who is loved by him in that special way, in that way that all his female fans want to be loved by him.

I'm that girl, which makes me sad yet happy to watch as girls continuously walk through that meet and greet entrance.

What makes it sad to watch is knowing that a lot of those girls dream to be Justin's girlfriend, marry him, have his kids and so on, but know deep down that it will always be just a dream.

The happy part is seeing them cry over something so short yet meaningful moment. Also, what Justin doesn't understand - which only makes it even more beautiful- is that he's a saved a lot of those life's walking through that door. And because I remember clearly how excited and happy I was.

Today is the day of the meet and greet where I'll finally be meeting and greeting my inspiration, Justin Bieber. I'm actually really nervous, what will he think of me?

As I'm getting ready, my self esteem drops like 50 percent. I see myself as the ugliest and most hated person in this world.

I'm not fat but I'm not slim either. The thigh gap is nowhere near to be found and let's just say, I hate my body. But I shake the negative thoughts out of my system and start doing my make up.

After applying my make up, I take around half an hour to find something to wear and when I do, I put the clothes on along with a pair of wedges and hurry downstairs to get some food and h2o into my system.

Meanwhile as I wait for my best friend Brianna, I eat a banana and drink a glass of water.

I moved in to this beautiful small house by myself when I turned 17, nearly 3 months ago now.

A car honk from outside has me chug down the last water in my glass and sprint out. Brianna is impatiently waiting for me so I practically jump in to the car.

Shortly after, we're at the arena that is loud and filled with hysterical teenagers screaming at the top of their lungs and crying their eyes out. I smile at them and remember back to when I was them. They're probably daydreaming about Justin's delicious body like I did like two years ago and to be honest still do. Mmm, I'd tap that.

I must've been in my own dream world because before I'm aware, I'm looking in to his eyes.

Is this happening? I ask myself. I'm actually standing right in front of my idol and he's looking right at me. Is this real life?

"How I just want him to feel loved again. If only he knew how much of a beautiful human he is." I say to myself.

"Oh you think I'm beautiful?" The sound of Justin's deep husky voice interrupts my thoughts. Did I say that out loud?

"What-t?" I stutter and look around me pretending like nothing happend, but in reality I'm blushing. I probably look like a tomato, if not worse.