Your mom lets out a proud little squeal as she steps away from you. Studying yourself in the mirror, u realize that u actually look beautiful. There are times when you’re at peace with how u look and other times, the only thing u want is to feel pretty like everyone else.
Sure, being with Justin has helped your confidence because he really does make u feel beautiful every day. But then there are those days when u look yourself in the mirror and realize that there a billion other girls out there in the world who are meer beautiful than u - and then the fear of Justin leaving u for them strikes in.
“C'mon, hon. Justin is waiting downstairs,” she pauses to let out another excited squeal. “I can’t wait to see his face when he sees you. u look beautiful, Y/N. u really look like a true princess tonight.”
“Thank you, mom.” u beam up at her. She ushers u out of the room, but disappears down the stairs before u even have time to react.
u can clearly hear her talking with Justin and your dad downstairs and the butterflies erupt in your stomach immediately. Will Justin like the dress? Is it enough make-up? Too much make-up? Does my hair look okay?
The voices from the floor beneath u bring u back from your stressing thoughts just in time to hear your mom telling them how stunningly beautiful u look. Taking a deep breath, u brace yourself before taking the first step.
Out of worry, u keep your gaze on your feet while walking down the stairs. It isn’t until u hear yet another squeal leave your mom’s mouth along with a few gasps, that u slowly look up. Already, a light blush covers your cheeks.
“Wow…” Justin bites his bottom lip and his hazel eyes studies u from head to toe once again. “You look - u look absolutely stunning, babe. Wow. You’re beautiful.”
He steps closer and takes your hand in his own. Your dad hands him the corsage and he delicately places it around your wrist. He smiles smugly up at u before he presses a soft kiss to your hand. It feels surreal - all of it - almost like a fairytale.
Justin wraps his arm securely around your waist and stands up straight beside you. It’s like a light switch is flipped on and suddenly your mom is snapping pictures of every single seconde passing. u try to send her a glare but Justin only laughs and poses along.
“I need some pictures to post later. Cheer up, babe. It’s your prom night. Could u take some pictures with my phone, too, Mrs. Y/L/N?” He smiles charmingly and your mom takes the phone out of his hand.
When your mom is finally happy with the amount of pictures she has taken and gushed about how smashing and matching u and Justin look together, you’re finally ready to go. u dad has already gegeven Justin several warning messages and glances, and right now u just want to leave the house.
Like the gentleman he is, Justin opens the car door for u and waits patiently while u buckle your zitplaats, stoel belt. He sends u a quick grin before closing the door and practically skipping to his side of the car.
“And off we go, beautiful.”
* * * * *
Your school looks totally different than usual, so different that u barely recognize it. It looks almost beautiful with all the lights and dressed up people.
Justin finds a parking spot surprisingly quick and he’s there to open your door again before you’ve had the time to react. He holds out his hand for u and u intertwine your fingers with his. u feel him tracing the promise ring he gave u a few months ago, and the gesture immediately calms down the nerves u didn’t even know u had.
The two of u walk together towards the entrance and u greet a couple of your classmates on the way. Justin asks about people here and there, generally interested in your school life. u answer his vragen and before u know it, you’re inside the gym.
When u step inside, it’s like everything stops. The people, the muziek - everything. Everyone (except maybe a few people) is looking at u and your boyfriend. Being Justin Bieber’s girlfriend, u know it comes with the deal but it’s all still a bit surreal.
u see, Justin is supposed to be at the other side of the globe touring but when u mentioned prom for him a few months back, he instantly cleared his schedule and made sure that he would be able to take you.
He knows it means a lot to u and considering he got famous at such an early age, he wanted to take u so he could have a good time and experience a real high school prom himself. Justin being Justin, called your principal and set everything up. He even donated some money to the decorations and food.
Your principal gathered your whole class about a week geleden and strictly told u that Justin would be coming and that no one was allowed to harass him. At that there were a few groans and mutters and u smugly smiled to yourself.
“Do u wanna dance of should we just sit down?” Justin’s raspy voice brings u back from your thoughts and his breath is hot against your ear.
“You know I can’t dance,” u whine and playfully slap his elbow.
He chuckles but wraps his hands around your waist and pulls u closer to him. He does it so suddenly that u almost stumble, but he’s there to catch you. Just as you’re supposed to move, the song ends.
A new one comes on, a slow one this time, and you’re about to protest, tell Justin to sit down instead when he leans in and kisses u softly on the forehead. He shakes his head as if to tell u to stop with the nonsense.
He places his calloused hands on your hips firmly and slowly, together, the two of u start moving slowly along with the music. Again, u feel like you’re a part of a fairytale. It feels weird, but then it feels so good at the same time.
“I love you, Y/N. u really do look beautiful.” Justin whispers and pecks your lips.
“I love you, too.” u reply and rest your forehead against his, relishing the feeling of being so close to Justin. Relishing the feeling of feeling beautiful. Relishing the feeling of being loved door Justin - the love of your life.