Straightening your dress, te look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as te see just how many fan and reporters it is out there. te look up to the rear-view mirror when te hear your driver clear his throat.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. te look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, te borsa your lips.
“Thank you, John.” te say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.
Grabbing your purse, te plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers are thrown at te and the fake smile suddenly turns into a true one. Your fan mean almost everything to te and te can’t help but to smile when they’re lose by.
Following the unwritten protocol, te turn towards the crowd and pose here and there. A smiling pose, a profilo pose and your signature pose; mostrare the back of your dresses (which usually always had something special about them) while smiling over your shoulder.
te make your way across the red carpet and before te know it, you’ve reached the several reporters. Inwardly taking a deep breath, te 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 te immediately turn your attention to what appears to be a man from MTV. “Now, what we’re all dying to know is what te decided on wearing today?”
te glance down at your sheer dress which is colored almost blood red. “I’m wearing Alaïa today, actually.”
“Well, te look stunning as always. So… To the successivo thing people want to know now. What is going on between te and a certain Canadian pop star?”
“What? Justin Bieber?” te ask confused, furrowing your brows. The reporter nods eagerly, obviously thinking he’ll get the successivo 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, te bite your lip as te ponder the information this man just told you. Justin Bieber? Having a crush on you? It seems so unreal. Never had te even imagined it and now a stranger is telling te he has a crush on you?
“O-oh, really?” te stutter out, finally coming back and realizing that te are being filmed for live television.
“Yep! Truth to be told, he told me that he is really looking inoltrare, avanti to meet te 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, te know, data him. He’s a great person though and his Musica 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.
te turn your gaze to the ground immediately, too nervous to see if the reporter was successful in getting Justin to come over. When te vaguely hear him announce to the camera that Justin is only a few feet away, te silently curse yourself.
“What’s up, man?” Justin’s voice fills your ears, making te 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 baciare to the back of it.
te feel your cheeks heat again and silently pray that it isn’t too noticeable, but Justin soon proves te wrong,
“You look cute when you’re blushing.” He bluntly states as he pulls te into a hug. Out of pure embarrassment, te 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.” te whisper into his ear, suddenly feeling very brave. Well, that is until te realize that you’re practically clinging onto him.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” te exclaim softly, suddenly feeling very exposed when te realize that the both of te 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 te 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 o envy. te have also forgotten about the multiple cameras around you, only realizing it when te vaguely hear the MTV reporter say “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how te 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 te away, still keeping te close to his side.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. te look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, te borsa your lips.
“Thank you, John.” te say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.
Grabbing your purse, te plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers are thrown at te and the fake smile suddenly turns into a true one. Your fan mean almost everything to te and te can’t help but to smile when they’re lose by.
Following the unwritten protocol, te turn towards the crowd and pose here and there. A smiling pose, a profilo pose and your signature pose; mostrare the back of your dresses (which usually always had something special about them) while smiling over your shoulder.
te make your way across the red carpet and before te know it, you’ve reached the several reporters. Inwardly taking a deep breath, te 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 te immediately turn your attention to what appears to be a man from MTV. “Now, what we’re all dying to know is what te decided on wearing today?”
te glance down at your sheer dress which is colored almost blood red. “I’m wearing Alaïa today, actually.”
“Well, te look stunning as always. So… To the successivo thing people want to know now. What is going on between te and a certain Canadian pop star?”
“What? Justin Bieber?” te ask confused, furrowing your brows. The reporter nods eagerly, obviously thinking he’ll get the successivo 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, te bite your lip as te ponder the information this man just told you. Justin Bieber? Having a crush on you? It seems so unreal. Never had te even imagined it and now a stranger is telling te he has a crush on you?
“O-oh, really?” te stutter out, finally coming back and realizing that te are being filmed for live television.
“Yep! Truth to be told, he told me that he is really looking inoltrare, avanti to meet te 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, te know, data him. He’s a great person though and his Musica 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.
te turn your gaze to the ground immediately, too nervous to see if the reporter was successful in getting Justin to come over. When te vaguely hear him announce to the camera that Justin is only a few feet away, te silently curse yourself.
“What’s up, man?” Justin’s voice fills your ears, making te 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 baciare to the back of it.
te feel your cheeks heat again and silently pray that it isn’t too noticeable, but Justin soon proves te wrong,
“You look cute when you’re blushing.” He bluntly states as he pulls te into a hug. Out of pure embarrassment, te 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.” te whisper into his ear, suddenly feeling very brave. Well, that is until te realize that you’re practically clinging onto him.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” te exclaim softly, suddenly feeling very exposed when te realize that the both of te 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 te 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 o envy. te have also forgotten about the multiple cameras around you, only realizing it when te vaguely hear the MTV reporter say “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how te 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 te away, still keeping te close to his side.