**If your just looking for the naughty/love bits please scroll down a couple of Paragraphs until you reach the sentence 'The start of something amazing'** PLEASE Ignore any spelling mistakes! Purely for entertainment and fan girl reasons!
The florescent light covered my skin, the golden brown turning to a bright purple. Then he came on, My idol, my hero and soon to be.. lover.
Justin Bieber.
Litttle did I know that on that fabulous night I was going to be called back to Justin's Tour bus after a very scary incident. The cold bit our bare legs, the buzz of the concert only minutes ago swarmed on our bodies and as me and my girls wandered the streets of Manchester a sense of longing overcame my mind. After seeing him, the sex god I felt free. "My Mum's going to pick me up from the train station, I'll just walk back it's fine! I'll text you all later." All of my friends politley tried to discourage me but I wanted to explore! The whole thing was a lie of course. I wandered the streets of Manchester alone, glaring up at the print works and walking all the way to Picadilly Gardens. The fountain was still on the small groups of people around me eyed be suspisciously. What was I thinking? A 16 Year old girl in the dark by myself? I needed to get home now. Where the fuck was I? I hugged my body and proceeded back to the M.E.N and checked the times out. That's when he appeared. A dark figure emerged from the shadow. I knew what to do. I turned round and looked him directly in the eye. 'What time is it?' I asked. He grinned and ignored my tough girl tactic and jolted at me. I fell back but quickly scrambled up and ran away from the man. I tried to scream but cold eye bit at my lungs. The large stairs of the M.E.N slowly appeared in the distance. I screamed and eventually lost the figure. Despite this I sobbed hysterically and kept running, My pumas scrapped against the concrete and I bolted towards a vast bus that hid in the corner. My body sent me in it's direction and I smashed my knuckles against the metal until they bled and I couldnt take the pain. After a few minutes a large built man opened the door and asked what 'The hell was wrong?'. I threw my body against his and tumbled into the warm room.
I knew where I was. It was way too posh to be a normal bus. Justin Biebers Tour bus.
At the time this meant fuck all to me, I just wanted to get away from the man, blood dripped from my hands and knees and I screamed and sobbed as I tried to choke the words out. 'Man.. Chased.. Here.. Help'. Next a skinny brown haired man appeared and lay me on the couch as I told my chilling story. They sighed and said they needed to call the police. I didn't want to call the police. I wanted to rest. I wanted to be able to calm down. I needed security. I shook my head and text my Mother 'Sleeping at Mia's love u<3'. The 2 men agreed to let me stay the night and then they'd see the police tomorrow. Foot steps approached the living area off the large coach and my heart sank.
It was Justin Bieber.. In joggers and a white vest. His abs and muscled pulsated under the tight clothing and frowned at me and looked confused. 'What the hell is going on here?' The skinny brown haired man explained my sitation and I burst into tears and hugged Justin. He could tell I was a fan with my 'Believe' top on. He held me in his arms and lead me to a tight but cosy room. He patted my hand and whispered 'Wait here sweety' and went to talk to the crew outside. Alone with my terrified thought's I burst into tears and clutched the bed sheets. Another man approached me and I yelped and threw myself back. I didn't want anyone touching me.. ANYONE. After about 10 minutes of retaliation Justin reluctantley came and sat with me and smiled.
This was the start of something amazing.
He lay me down on the bed and shued the others away. I couldnt help but sob and feel self conscious of my sweaty body and smelly arm pits. He told me to let it all out and trust me I did. He stroked my hair and all I could say was 'Sorry if I smell' I mean I was meeting the love of my life! He chuckled and told me to hush. I just grinned and fell into his arms. Obviously this could turn into anything so he pushed back and stuttered 'How.. o-old are you?'. I replied 16 in a slight hiss and he hugged me closer. Ok he replied and tucked me into his bed. My eyes began to flutter as he sang 'Be Alright' in hushed tone. Then he slowly rose and tried to leave. As soon and I descended into sleep that man came into my head and without realising I was screaming and throwing myself around the bed. Justin ran in and clutched my arms with his muscely arms. I immedeatley calmed down and cried. He frowned and held me close. The soft cotton brushed against my cheeks. Shhhh. I twisted into bed and he climbed in with me. I'm not that pathetic and I knew his was comforting me and nothing was happening. I turned and stared into his large brown eyes and perfect skin. The dirty spots on my face again made me feel self conscious but he just stared into me and smiled. 'Get some sleep' he whispered. I twisted again and let him wrap his arms around me as I fell into a dreamlike state.
Long story short? SHIT WENT DOWN. Mum freaked out, Justin got shit loads of media pressure over it. I became internet famous and hated. But out of all of this Justin and I became close. He paid for therapy and made sure I was ok as the experience fucked me up. I was featured on Ellen as Justin Bieber's little friend and from time to time got to spend time with him. That's when it all changed.
I was having one of my bad nights and all of my calming excersises weren't working. I was getting seriously worked up. I contacted Justin the only safe way I knew. I called his Mother who had direct contact through to him and asked her if he could phone me. She kindly asked if I was ok and I just explained that I was having one of those nights. She was so understanding and put me right through to him. His cute american accent sounded so worried. Again 'One of those nights' and sent a private transportation unit to send me to his little flat in Leeds. My Mum knew when I needed to get away so she was happy for me to leave for the night. After about an hour I arrived at Justin's and swiftly entered the bulding. He welcomed me with open arms and hugged my tightly. I smiled and looked up at him. "Your not doing anything tomorrow right?" Thank god he had a day off. His eyes again stared at mine and the same phrase came out of his perfect mouth. "Nemo and Ice cream?" I nodded and guided me to the sparkly clean kitchen. I knew how messy he was. I always felt self conscious because he was so perfect and I was curvy and had seriously bad BO when stressed. One of the reject girls. But he never cared. He just smiled and took in every problem I had and gave heart warming advice. After retrieving the huge metal spoons and creamy substance we sunk into the couch and stuck on the cute little fishy film.
He stared into space. I was feeling better already. Justin seemed distant, he glared into space with an absent look on his face. I touched his arm and he jumped. 'You okay?' and a single tear slowly trickled down his eye. Oh fuck. I moved closer to his warmth and asked what was wrong. He bawled his heart out to me. "Everyone just makes so much shit up about me, they think I'm arrogant and cocky and that I'm horrible to girls all the time, that I need the perfect girl but they're so wrong, SO wrong. I just want a girl who understands me and I truly love." My heart smashed against my chest. Obviously it wasn't me he was talking about but I was talking to Justin fucking Bieber about HIS problems. I gave him a comforting smile and said "Justin, your amazing in everyway. Let them think what they want but among the dickheads that hate on you there are people like me and millions of others that know who you are and how nice and kind and sweet you are. You Justin Drew Bieber are wonderful." He smiled and looked into my eyes. His mouth twitched and stroked my arm and swiftly pulled me towards him. It was all such a daze I didn't even know what was going on. I just let him control me and he kissed me hard. The grabbed my waste and pressed a bit more softly now and then stuck his tongue on top of mine. I went with it and let him guide me as his minty breath connected with my strawberry tasting mouth. He pulled away and smiled sweetly. I fucking wanted Jerry and the plumbing below was working VERY WELL. I crossed my legs and we exchanged looks that said 'Not tonight'.
After the film had finished he guided me to his room and held me close, I went in my emergency clothes draw and pulled out some bottoms and a baggy t shirt and stuck them on. I wasn't really bothered with what he saw except my large curves. I jumped into his warm bed and let him explore my body with his cotton like hands. I grinned and nuzzled my nose into his chest. His scent was warm and inviting. I just held his arms in mine and let him take me to a dreamy world of happiness.
This will be continued soon and if not please message me a lot and remind me as I am seriously shit with my memory! I've written up a sexy part and once I've got the right parts to fit in I'll add it in! Enjoy xoxo
