Straightening your dress, u look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as u see just how many fans and reporters it is out there. u look up to the rear-view mirror when u hear your driver clear his throat.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. u look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, u portemonnee your lips.
“Thank you, John.” u say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.
Grabbing your purse, u plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers are thrown at u and the fake smile suddenly turns into a true one. Your fans mean almost everything to u and u can’t help but to smile when they’re lose by.
Following the unwritten protocol, u turn towards the crowd and pose here and there. A smiling pose, a profiel pose and your signature pose; tonen the back of your dresses (which usually always had something special about them) while smiling over your shoulder.
u make your way across the red carpet and before u know it, you’ve reached the several reporters. Inwardly taking a deep breath, u walk towards them with a smile on your face.
“And we’re live now with the gorgeous Ms. [Y/N] Y/L/N.” One of them says and u immediately turn your attention to what appears to be a man from MTV. “Now, what we’re all dying to know is what u decided on wearing today?”
u glance down at your sheer dress which is colored almost blood red. “I’m wearing Alaïa today, actually.”
“Well, u look stunning as always. So… To the volgende thing people want to know now. What is going on between u and a certain Canadian pop star?”
“What? Justin Bieber?” u ask confused, furrowing your brows. The reporter nods eagerly, obviously thinking he’ll get the volgende big scoop. “There’s nothing going on. I haven’t even met him before. We’ve tweeted each other before, sure, but I’ve never met him in person.”
“Never? Because there is a rumor circling that he has a crush on you.” He sing-songs, playfully winking at you.
Blushing, u bite your lip as u ponder the information this man just told you. Justin Bieber? Having a crush on you? It seems so unreal. Never had u even imagined it and now a stranger is telling u he has a crush on you?
“O-oh, really?” u stutter out, finally coming back and realizing that u are being filmed for live television.
“Yep! Truth to be told, he told me that he is really looking vooruit, voorwaarts to meet u today.” The reporter smiles widely, “So what are your thoughts on him? Are the feelings returned?”
“Oh, uh, well… I haven’t really thought about it before. I’ve never seen myself as a big enough celebrity to, u know, datum him. He’s a great person though and his muziek is amazing.”
“So there is a chance you’ll return the feelings then, huh? Oh, there he is! Let’s get him over here, shall we? Justin!” The reporter exclaims suddenly, waving his arms to capture Justin’s attention.
u turn your gaze to the ground immediately, too nervous to see if the reporter was successful in getting Justin to come over. When u vaguely hear him announce to the camera that Justin is only a few feet away, u silently curse yourself.
“What’s up, man?” Justin’s voice fills your ears, making u look up again just in time to see Justin and the reporter doing a hand shake which they both obviously are familiar with.
“I decided play matchmaker today. Justin, this is the stunning Y/N. Y/N this is the handsome Justin Bieber.”
“Hello, beautiful.” Justin grins, taking your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it.
u feel your cheeks heat again and silently pray that it isn’t too noticeable, but Justin soon proves u wrong,
“You look cute when you’re blushing.” He bluntly states as he pulls u into a hug. Out of pure embarrassment, u bury your face into the crook of his neck.
“Stop it. I don’t want to be all over the covers tomorrow with the nickname tomato.” u whisper into his ear, suddenly feeling very brave. Well, that is until u realize that you’re practically clinging onto him.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” u exclaim softly, suddenly feeling very exposed when u realize that the both of u are still being taped for MTV and a dozen other magazines and TV channels.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I don’t mind.” Justin grins playfully, snaking his arm around your waist before pulling u close to him.
You’re too caught up in the fact that Justin has his arm around your waist to realize all the looks of pure adoration of envy. u have also forgotten about the multiple cameras around you, only realizing it when u vaguely hear the MTV reporter say “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how u match the two biggest stars right now. Justin Bieber and [Y/N] Y/LN is now…”
The rest is just a blur as Justin leads u away, still keeping u close to his side.