The Camera (Justin Bieber Competition)

Okay, I am not a fan, but because Fan Fiction is such a popular category on Movellas I decided to give it a go to see if I could write a successful Fan Fiction piece for the competition, As Long As You Love Me. Enjoy, and please comment on what you think as I am new to this. Thank you! Molly is a teenage writer who hates nothing more than her own life. Her parents are pushy, her agent is pushy, and the pushiest person of all is the film producer who wants to turn her book into a blockbuster movie. It should seem like a dream, but when Max Champagne wants none other than Justin Bieber to star alongside Molly as the main characters, she can't imagine anything worse.

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10. Sunset Tower

With the paparazzi behaving like a pack of wild dogs scavenging for food, Justin and I made our way tentatively to the huge double doors of the Sunset Tower Hotel. Apart from Premier Inn, I had never stayed in a hotel, and I was feeling slightly nervous. I didn't know what of exactly, but I still couldn't budge the horrible feeling from the pit of my stomach. 

Watching Justin walk over to reception while I dawdled by the chocolate coloured coffee tables, I silently wondered how many hotels he had stayed in during his life. It must be thousands, all over the world. This just made me feel worse. I didn't know if I could manage a five star meal now, even if it was on a table with Justin Bieber. 

I hadn't noticed that Justin was now approaching me, dangling a gold key from his fingers. "We're in, baby!" He announced, wrapping me in a vice tight hug. Then he pulled back and surveyed my expression with a worried expression. "Everything alright, Molly?"

A tight knot pulled in my stomach. "I'm not... I'm not quite sure."

"Let's get you to our room then. It's only five thirty."

I watched his face all the while we were in the mirror-paneled lift and then down the satin-lined corridor to our room. He never let go of my hand. I still don't know if it was just to comfort me, or he actually meant it. Soon enough I couldn't help myself but stare at his face. I couldn't help but look at the way his cheek bones stood out so prominently from his flawless skin, the way his golden-bronze hair was perfect but bedraggled at the same timeAfter a while he caught me staring. "What?" His expression was bemused. I looked away, embarrassed. 

"Sorry."

"No need to apologise."

There was a moment of silence while Justin fumbled the key in the lock. Just as we were about to enter, he sighed, and turned to face me head on. "I'm sorry, but I'm curious." His lips curled up in a smile. "Why were you staring at me?"

I groaned. "You're making me say it?"

He laughed, and then frowned just as quickly as he picked up my heavy suitcase. "You betcha."

I blurted it so hurriedly that it was a miracle he heard me. "I think that you're kinda beautiful."

There was another aching silence. Not being able to actually believe I had said it out loud, I slipped past Justin's frozen body and locked myself into the immaculate marble bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat and put my head in my hands. Do you think that they would notice if I stayed here for the entire five months?

Yes, they probably would.

It wasn't long before a soft knocking came from outside. "Molly?" Justin's gentle voice asked me. I couldn't help a few tears escape from my eyes. He must think me so unbelievably stupid; just like any other fifteen year old fan who claimed that they loved him and then started crying over him. Well I wasn't going to be that girl.

"Go away!"

I didn't want to shout at him, but I didn't know what else to do. Then his voice came again, followed by more knocking.

"Please, Molly. Let me in."

"There's your own bathroom around by the T.V."

"I don't need to go right now."

"Yes you do." I mumbled, not sure if he could hear me. "You need to go away."

"Ouch."

Then I heard footsteps gradually getting quieter. Some stupid, foolish part of my brain was still worrying about whether I had upset him or not. Thankfully, I heard a faint chuckle. 

"Fine," he said, "Don't let me make you feel better. But you need to be out of there by seven to go to dinner."

"And what if I don't?"

He ignored me, but I heard a zipping sound followed by a key being turned in a lock. Horrified, I realised that it was the bathroom door he was unlocking. Justin appeared, grinning mischievously, holding up my one-shouldered coral pink evening gown.

"I think that you'd look so damn sexy in this." He winked at me.

And somehow, despite my embarrassment, despite the hate I had for him for making me feel this way, I found myself smiling. I jumped off the toilet seat and leapt into his arms. My £3000 dress lay scrunched between our bodies. I marvelled at how soft his skin was, at how tight he held me. I suppose it should have hurt, but it didn't. Then his mouth was at my ear. 

"I think that you're beautiful, too, Molly."

He must have felt my heart, for it was fluttering like a liberal butterfly.

 

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