Thought of You

Zoey Smith is 17 year old girl. Zoey is has a talent and that is doing hair and make-up. But what happens when someone hires her to be a hair and make-up artist for a Justin Bieber?


4. Chapter 3

Zoey's P.O.V

I opened my eyes to the sound of my alarm. I grabbed my phone with out looking and turned the alarm off. I turned over sleepily. Of course with my luck, I was at the very edge of the bed and rolled of the bed. I landed with a thump on the beige coloured carpet. I groaned and pulled my self up with the support of my bed. I walked lazily into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I walked back out into the bedroom and grabbed my suitcase and carefully set it on the bed. After a few minutes I found an outfit I was happy with. I walked back into the bathroom and locked the door.


I buttoned up my pale blue skinny jeans and struggled into a strapless, floral bralet. The jeans were high waisted so I wasn't showing too much skin. Now to find some shoes. I walked back over to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of black heels. I set them at the door before starting my make up. I applied minimal make-up. I put on a bit of mascara and eyeliner. I was in a rush so I ran out of the bathroom, grabbed my black handbag and cardigan. Before going out the door I put my shoes on, steadying myself with the wall. I already did my hair, I just blow dried it and ran my fingers through it. On the way out the door I slid on my cardigan and locked the bedroom door. My phone was in my bag so I pulled it out and unlocked it. I was focusing to much on my phone and again with my good luck, I bumped into someone. I looked up to see who I had just bumped into. I had just bumped into Justin. I didn't know what to say. "S-sorry." I stuttered with nerves. He looked perfect. He was wearing black jeans, a white V-neck and white high tops. "It's okay." Justin smiled. "Aren't you Zoey?" My stomach was filled with butterflies. "Yeah." I replied with a small smile. "Scooter told me to come get you." Justin's smile didn't fade once. "I just want to say that I am so nervous right now." I felt his hand land gently on my waist. He chuckled a bit before he spoke. "Don't be nervous." I felt his hand rubbing the small of my back before his arm fell to his side once again. I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll try."

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