Bieber's Bodyguard (boyxboy)

The Interwiew

Justin Bieber was laying in bed, exhausted after a long day at the studio. He came home just a few hours ago, and took a long and warm bath, then had some honey-tea for his sore throat. Justin grabbed his phone from the nightstand and glanced at the lit-up screen: "01:07 AM". He sighed, knowing he had to get up early tomorrow. He was hiring a new personal bodyguard. One who would never leave his side. One who would be staying here at Justin's home in the Hills basically full-time. It was not that Justin felt unsafe here, more so lonely. Everyone claims they love Justin Bieber, yet he feels like there's no-one he can fully trust or talk to about his feelings and deepest secrets. He yawned and set an alarm on his phone for 08:00 AM, before closing his eyes, quietly drifting off to sleep.

A loud alarm made Justin groan and grab his phone. With his eyes half-opened, he turned off the alarm and slowly got up off the bed. He glanced at his naked body in the mirror beside the bed. Was he narcissistic for finding himself this attractive? He would sometimes watch himself in the mirror jerking off on the bed but figured it was a fairly normal thing to do.

He went into the master-bathroom and took a cold shower to wake up. When he got out of the shower and dried off, he noticed a text from his manager, Scooter: "Remember to be at my office at 9.30, I'll meet you there :)". It was now 8:34 AM.

Justin went to the kitchen. He took out a few eggs from the fridge and made scrambled them in a pan. He ate breakfast on the couch while watching Netflix. When he was done, he figured it was time to go get ready.

He opened the closet and pulled out a pair of baggy ripped jeans and a white hoodie. Once he was fully dressed, he quickly styled his hair and brushed his teeth, before heading to his car and driving to his manager's office.

~ 30 minutes later ~

Justin stepped out of the pink Lambo and was greeted by Scooter. He smiled at him and pulled Justin in for a hug.

''How are you, dude?'', the older man asked as he patted the Canadian's back.

''I'm great, missed you though'', Justin said and gave his manager a half-smile.

''Ready to meet the potential guards? Just from the resumes, I have a favourite, but the choice is up to you of course'', Scooter asks and Justin nods.

They sit down beside each other on two black leather chairs. A few minutes later, they hear a knock on the door, and Scott opened the door. Two men entered and sat down across from Justin. After the handshakes and greetings, the group-interview began by Justin asking them: ''Do you have any experience as a bodyguard?''.

A muscular man who looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a black suit, was quick to answer: ''Yeah, I worked as a bouncer at a strip club for a few years, before I was a part-time bodyguard for a few actors. I've decided that I want the executive protection-occupation to be a bigger part of my life, so I just couldn't pass up this opportunity''.

''Stripclub-bouncer huh? You gotta tell me more about that sometime'', Justin said and gave him a playful smile.

''Anyways, what about you?'', Scooter asked the oldest man.

The man who looked to be in his mid-forties responded: ''Well, after a few years in the army, I've been a cop in LA for over 15 years and-''.

''Have you ever shot someone?'', Justin bluntly asked the man.

Surprised by the random question, he just gave the Canadian a few questioned nods. ''It comes with the job'', he said and shrugged.

Scott asked the men a few more questions to verify their credibility, before explaining the job further: ''This position is not just a regular bodyguard-job, it requires you to actually live with Justin, full time. You have days off when Justin has days off, but you still need to be available on short notice''. The singer nodded.

''Any questions?'', Justin asks them.

''When can I start?'', the youngest bodyguard asks charismatically and smirks.

''At the end of the day, we will contact the person who got the job with future details'', Scott simply says.

"It was nice meeting you guys. Whoever gets the job starts tomorrow evening, so be prepared", Justin says and shakes the two men's hands before they exit the office.

"So, who is the lucky winner?", Scooter turns to ask Justin once they're alone.

"The strip club-bouncer obviously, whatever his name was", Justin says, somewhat embarrassed he didn't remember the name.

"Michael"

"Ohh, yeah. Michael..."

"I'll contact him later today"

"Actually, could you give me his number? I wanna tell him the news myself, then you can send him the information and job-stuff afterwards"

"Sounds great, I'll send you the number right now", Scooter said as he pulled out his phone.

Justin's phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Thanks"

"No problem. So what are your plans for today?"

"Heading home I guess, probably going to continue working on a song", Justin says and shrugs as they are walking to his car.

"Good luck on that, let me know when you want to use the studio", Scooter says as Justin unlocks his car and opens the door.

"I will. See ya", Justin says as he closes the car door before heading back to his house.

~ 30 minutes later ~

Justin arrived back home. He immediately flopped down on the couch and hugged a pillow. He wished the pillow was a person. He did not care who at this point, he just wanted human contact. He took a deep breath and lowered his shoulders, not noticing until now how tense he has been lately. The pressure of everyone always counting on him to be professional, to be his positive charming self, to care about anything. He wanted to be all these things, but right now it was hard to find the energy to do so.

He glanced over at his phone and decided to text the number his manager had sent him earlier. He started typing the message: ''heyyy michael! u got the job 😏 -jb''. After a few minutes, he got a response: ''Really? That's amazing !! I look forward to protecting u ahah''. Justin couldn't help but smile as he read the message.