All Too Well. 2: You're Justin Bieber Right?

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*YOUR P.O.V.*

JANUARY 27TH, 2013 

           He gave me a weird look and held his hands out towards me, like he was mentally pushing me away with an invisible force. 

           "Look, you're not supposed to be here.." he said as he still held his hands out. 

           I gave him a funny look and picked up my bag. My flinched a bit, probably thinking that I was a fan. I laughed a bit and moved around the glass table. 

           "Are you Justin Bieber?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side. 

           "Are you a crazy fan?" 

           "No, no. You've got me mixed up with the girls outside." 

           I laughed a little and I could see that he wasn't as tense anymore. 

           "Well I'm sorry, but I have to call security. You're not supposed to be in here." 

           He reached for the button on the wall beside him but I pleaded for him to stop. I couldn't be caught, who knows what they'd do to me. 

           "Justin, Mr. Bieber, please! Look, I have a long story, and I'd love to stay and chat, but they are looking for me out there. Long story short, they escorted me in here because I made up a lame excuse, and I ran away. If they find me, they'll- I don't know, but I don't want to find out." 

           He dropped his hand and took a deep breath. He started walking towards the mirror, on the other side of the room, and completely ignored me. 

           "So, if you're not trying to kill me, and you're not a crazed fan, why'd you come in the first place?" he questioned. 

           "I didn't know what was going on in this building, I mean I was curious." 

           I sat down in a chair and leaned back, now feeling less stressed. He walked over to me and sat down next to me with a smile. 

           "So you're really not a fan?" 

           "Nope, I've heard of you, but that's it." 

           "Wow.." his voice trailed off into a quiet laugh. 

           "What?" 

           "I don't know, you just seem like you'd be a fan." 

           I giggled a bit, starting to feeling more comfortable with him. His smile was so cute, unable to not stare at him. Even though I'd never heard his new music, I understood why people liked him. Most stars would throw you out and that's it, but him... There was something different. 

           "So, do you wanna stay for awhile, maybe for the concert?" 

           "Oh, I uh-" 

           My voice trailed off. Stay? It was already 6:30, I had to check into a motel for a few days. But, what the hell, this was only going to happen once, so I thought to myself, why not? 

           "Yeah, I'll stay for a concert." 

           "Cool, follow me." he held out his hand as he stood and we exited the room. 

           "What's your name?" he asked. 

           "(YN)." 

           He led us just across the hall, to a more girly dressing room. I looked around as he picked out an outfit. 

           "Here, change into this." he said handing me a top and some shorts. 

           "Why?" 

           "Because, if you're at my concert, you should look like you tried." 

           He shot me a smile and I rolled my eyes before getting dressed in the outfit that he gave me. my clothes I had on before were perfectly fine, but whatever.I walked out of the bathroom and Justin looked me up and down. My bellybutton ring dangled and he bit his lip. 

           "Sexy.." he said quietly. 

           "Can we just go now?" 

           The one thing that I didn't feel, was any emotion towards what he said. I was used to guys taking advantage of me, and I guess Justin was just another. 

           We left that room and Justin looked both ways before taking a right. I paused, stopping my feet from moving completely. Justin turned back towards me. 

           "What's wrong?" he asked. 

           "The guards..." 

           "Don't worry." 

           What did he mean, Don't worry? Don't worry, as in he was going to turn me in? Or don't worry as in he was being serious? I brushed it off as we walked down the long hall. He held my hand and it was much larger than mine. And being closer to him now, I realized that he was much taller than me too. But my attention quickly turned to the guard standing near us, staring me down. 

           "Mr. Bieber, I'm sorry if this delinquent has bothered you, please let me take her off your hands." 

           "Excuse me, she's with me." he said, eyeing him down. 

           "She snuck backstage and-" 

           "I don't fucking care what she did, she's with me okay?" 

           "Sorry to bother you." 

           Justin pushed pass the guard and we walked further. Wow, I'd already seen there sides of Justin Bieber; scared side, mean side, and sweet side. He was just a bundle full of emotions, wasn't he? I guess you can't blame him, he's a hardworking guy.  

           We got backstage and he lead me to a group of people. They all looked at him funny, wondering who I was. I stood behind a little, trying to listen to their whispers. 

           "Guys, this is (YN). (YN) this is Alfredo, My mom Pattie, Scooter, Allison..." 

           He kept talking, but I could barely pay attention. So many things around were going on that I was distracted. Not like I'd remember their names anyways. 

           "You can call me Fredo." a guy said, holding out his hand as I shook it. 

           I smiled and Justin ordered 'Fredo' to escort me into the front of the crowd. I linked arms with him as we walked through some doors, and through the crowd to the front.

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-Ana.