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.


15. The Truth.

"Burgers or pizza?"

I grinned. "Um.. Your choice."

"Two pizzas please," Justin told the room service person at the other end of the line, "I'll have a double meat and Molly'll have..."

"Margarita please."

Justin took the phone away and covered the receiver with his hand. "It's a little early for a drink, Molly," he told me disapprovingly. I laughed. "No, I meant a margarita pizza. I think here you call it..."

Justin nodded his head like he understood, and put the phone back to his ear, "And one cheese."

He placed the phone back in the cradle and enclosed me in a warm hug. "I think you need to teach me British."

"And you need to teach me American. I mean cheese pizzas, sidewalks, cookies..."

He cut me off by kissing me. I don't think I would ever get used to kissing Justin Bieber, as funny as that might sound. As I had never been kissed by a boy before, I didn't know how it felt like otherwise, but for someone as inexperienced as me he wasn't half bad. 

It must have been two seconds later when a knock came at the door. Justin pulled back for a moment and shouted for room service to come in. He wasn't in the least bit embarrassed for the waitress to find us wrapped in each other's arms, his head resting on top of mine, but I was mortified. 

I thought the waitress was, too. "Shall I leave the pizzas..?"

"By the T.V. Thanks."

He was on my lips again before she was out of the room. This time my stomach interrupted us. I laughed at my impatient organs, driven crazy by the smell of hot cheese and stuffed crust. Justin seemed hungry too, by the way he nibbled on my lips. "Let's eat."

We were only into our second slice when Justin lifted my chin to look into his eyes, soft, but sad somehow. "Molly, I've got to show you something before you find out for yourself." The magazines were placed in front of me before I could speak. I gasped. For on the front cover was a horribly humiliating shot of me; dressed in my pyjamas and an old netball team hoodie, lying curled up in Justin's lap with him looking down at me almost lovingly. Above the photo was the caption: 

Justin Bieber and Molly Bright- Young couple getting raunchy in hotel bedroom!

I shoved the magazine away, so full of discomfort that I could barely breathe. The next magazine, one about young Hollywood stars, was another picture that I recognised (much to my horror) and I was lying in bed with the duvet pulled around my neck, my face set into a grumpy frown. This time the caption was:

Molly Bright- Budding Belieber gets busy!

Justin broke the stillness by laughing. "Are you known as some sort of trollop back in England?"

"Of course not!" I yelled adamantly. "This is ridiculous! Who do they think we are?"

What I wanted to say was, how did they get these pictures? But I was uncomfortable enough as it was. In my pocket, my phone vibrated, and not taking my eyes of Justin I flicked it open and answered it. Maggie's strained tone came through the phone from miles away, almost across the planet, and suddenly I realised how very far away she was.


"Molly," she whispered hastily. "Are you alone?"

"Um..." I narrowed my eyes at Justin, and then looked down to my half finished my pizza. "No, I'm with..."

"Well go to the bathroom or something. I need to talk to you."

"Okay," I agreed, and slipped out of Justin's arms. I pulled the phone from my ear and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just talking to Maggie," I murmured. 

Justin looked confused, scared and worried all at the same time. For what reason I could not fathom, but he suddenly gabbled wide-eyed, "We should go out tonight. To a club or something. Just you and me."

I didn't know what else to do but nod, and I crept towards the bathroom and locked myself in. From the sound of Maggie's voice, and Justin's sudden fear, whatever was going on was serious. I could feel Justin's hawk gaze burning into my back, but I suddenly found myself nervous instead of excited by his attention.

I put the phone back to my ear. "Maggie? You still there?"

Her voice was hoarse. "He didn't stop you from getting into the bathroom, did he?"

I tutted. "Of course not. Why would he do that?"

"Does he know it's me?"

"Yeah, I told him. Look Maggie..."

And suddenly I heard Justin's voice coming from outside the door. "I'm waiting for you outside by my car, Molly. Don't be long."

For once, his voice sounded more commanding than loving. I slid down by the toilet and hunched my knees up below my chin. Maggie sighed. "I need to tell you something, Molly, but you have to promise me not to tell Justin. He doesn't know we know, and if he did..."


The shout seemed to come from outside the hotel. I hesitated, and leaving my phone by the sink I unlocked the door and went out by my window to investigate.

Justin was standing there by his car, one hand on his hip, the other waving at me, his girlfriend, smiling irresistibly. Ignoring the shouts from Maggie from my phone in the bathroom, I stood there, completely transfixed by his beauty.

It's as if he was hypnotising me.

I smiled automatically for my gorgeous, talented, perfect, loving boyfriend. Filming started tomorrow and.... I paused to wave at a bunch of kids waiting for us outside the gates, clutching autograph books excitedly. And I was looking forward to it.

A month ago, I would not have said that.

Justin grinned at me, blew me a kiss, and pulled out his camera yet again to take another picture of me.

And that's when I realised.

Uncontrollably, I found my eyes drifting to the pile of magazines lying on the bed.

Suddenly everything made sense.

And that's when I knew that I was making a very big mistake.



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