Imagines (1D & JB)

Imagine a reality TV show with 10 Beliebers and 10 Directioners living in the same house. Imagine the drama. THE FANDOM SHORE!
***Random Imagines***

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OMFG I AM SOO SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE ALMOST TWO WEEKS!!!! CDFGJMDNJSZBGS so i made it extra long!

so SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AMRIT!

BTW you have the saame name as my bff! 

:)


Amrit's POV

I smiled down at the crumbled up picture of the two of us. I missed how we used to be. How we used to act. I miss the real him. The old Justin. He was my best friend. He was the only person I could trust. I remember everything about him. I just wish that it could go back to before. Life was much simpler. Nothing makes sense anymore. I've tried to fix it but I can't. It's broken.

*1 weeks earlier*

"Justin stop!" I squealed as I almost tripped over the carpet. Justin's laughter could be heard all over the house as he chased me around. I wanted to give up but I knew if I did it would lead to trouble.

Turning a sharp corner, I crashed into a hard chest making me almost fall over. Justin grabbed both of my arms before my body could hit the ground below.

"Thanks." I managed to breathe out. With Justin towering over me he gave me a smirk. "Let’s sit down." Justin grabbed my hand leading me over to the couch.

As we sat down, Justin lips curved into a smirk which made me confused. "What?" I asked curiously. Before I could register any thoughts, Justin attacked me by climbing on top of me. He pinned both of my hands above my head with one of his hands so I couldn't defend myself. Justin chuckled lightly when he saw how much I was struggling to get out of his tight grip.

"Justin!" I let the end of his name drag on as I whined.

"What?" Justin asked looking clueless. I emitted a groan as I decided there was no use in trying to persuade Justin. He was really smart when he wanted to be.

"So I've decided to give you a punishment since you didn't wake me you this morning for my radio interview. Plus I got yelled at by Scooter for almost being late too." Justin spoke as his eyes bore into mine.

I let out a scoff. Since when was I in charge of waking Justin up? Okay, I be been doing it for a while now 'cause I have to leave early in the morning to, but today was my day off and I wanted to sleep in. Now Justin's all over my ass about. He's been whining all day that he got in trouble for not waking up. I think he can set an alarm clock on his own.

"Justin! I wanted to sleep in! I already told you that last night before we went to bed remember?" Justin rolled his eyes acting as if that never happened.

Copying his actions, I to rolled my eyes. "And I quote 'Justin it's my day off tomorrow so I won't be waking you up.' Then you went 'okay Am, now lets watch the movie' remember?" I laughed at how I imitated Justin's voice.

"Hello! I don't sound like that!" Justin whined as he leaned closer to my face. "What do you mean? You sound like this. Baby, baby, baby OHHHHH!" I couldn't keep in my laughter as I now imitated Justin's singing voice. My ribs started to hurt as my laughter went on and tears started to pour from my eyes.

"Am, that's not funny." I looked towards Justin once my laughter had died down. He was pouting slightly which I thought was adorable. I wanted to lean forward and pitched his blushing cheeks so bad but he was still holding my wrists hostage.

"Babe I was just playing with you. Don't need to get all pouty and cute." I giggled softly as I watched Justin's cheeks blush even more than before.

"I'm still giving you that punishment." Before I could protest Justin's right hand lay on my stomach. I already had a feeling of what was about to happen. I just didn't want to think about it.

"Justin, don't even think about it." I narrowed my eyes at him trying to give off an obvious warning sign, but he totally ignored it with a playful grin on his lips.

"Think about what babe?" Justin's grin turned into mischievous smirk making my stomach hurt. I knew the pain would grow even more after my punishment was over.

With Justin's hand slightly patting on my stomach, my nerves started to build up. "Justin don't. I'll be sore for weeks. Don't you remember the last time you tickled me?"

Justin shrugged his shoulders. "I don't seem to remember, how bout I remind us both?" The smirk was still evident on his lips as his fingers started to dance over my abdomen. Giggles escaped from my lips as Justin continued to tickle me.

"J-Justin...st-op, I-I-I c-an't breathe!" I rolled onto my stomach, but that didn't stop Justin from tickling my sides. I was pretty sure my face was bright red by now and it was getting harder to breathe.

"If you want me to stop, than say you’re sorry." Justin surprised me by stopping his hand movements to whisper in my ear. His voice was so raspy. Oh my god.

"O-Okay, okay! I'm s-sorry for not waking you up this m-morning. I won't d-do it again!" I apologized through laughter and sucking in deep breaths. I suddenly felt Justin release my hands from his grip and turn me around so I was facing him again.

"Good girl." I rolled my eyes at the saying he always says to me ever since he heard my mother say it. I laid my hands over my abdomen feeling the pain of the cramps coming on.

"Thanks. Now I'll be sore for a week." Justin laughed at my whining and poked my stomach. "At least you got your weekly ab workout."

I groaned as I pushed his weight off of me. "Whatever." I hissed as I stood up and stretched. I was about to leave but Justin pulled me back by my hips. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned around in his grip to see that silly grin on his lips. "Remember how I told you we had to get ready before you started to chase me? Well I have to go do that quickly now since you wasted so much time." I pulled my body way from Justin so I could get to my room. I heard a slight groan from Justin.

"Are you mad babe?" Turning around I looked at Justin who looked quite upset with his head towards the ground. I walked to where Justin stood. I laced our fingers together making his head rise to look me in the eyes.

"I'm not mad Justin, just frustrated." I leaned forward pecking his cheek before pulling away and walking to my room.

~~~

As I finished the last of my makeup my mind started to think about Justin. I do it a lot, but this time it felt different. We've been friends for so many years, even before he was a teen heart throb. He's my best friend and I don't know what I'd do without him.

Justin's a singer, I'm an actress. We're both famous teen stars and it's already enough with all the drama that surrounds us.

Everyone thinks we're dating, but we're not. It may look like we are but we're just that close. We're best friends and that's all. It's not like I haven't thought about us being something, but I don't want to push Justin into something he's not ready for. Ever since the break up with Selena, he hasn't been the same. The media treats him differently, like its all his fault. He didn't do anything wrong, it's just that things aren't meant to be.

I let out a sigh as I finished my makeup and stood up to admire the final product. I think I looked nice enough.

I walked out of my hotel room to see Justin lying on the couch with a sad look on his face and with his eyes shut tight. He looked so innocent which is why I liked him a lot, as a friend.

"Justin, it's time to go." I stood at the end of the couch were Justin's legs lay. Justin's eyes opened slightly as he looked at me.

"Where are we going?" He sat up as he rubbed his tired eyes. I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not sure. Scooter just told me to get ready." He nodded his head as he got up. "Okay, we might as well go see him in his room." Justin grabbed his phone, jacket, and room key before grabbing my hand and leading me out of our hotel room.

As we walked down the short distance to Scooters room, I got a good look at how short I was comparison to Justin. I was even in heels and he was about five inches taller than me. It's crazy how fast boys grow.

I pushed my long brown hair off my shoulder as we reached Scooters door. Justin knocked and called to Scooter when suddenly the door flew open. I smiled at Scooter and he returned it.

"Alright are you guys ready?" We both nodded our heads. "Alright, let’s go."

As we drove down the busy streets of LA, I watched as Justin stared aimlessly out the window. He was so focused but I had no clue as to what he was staring at.

"Justin?" My voice sliced through the quite vehicle. Justin turned to me with a sad expression on his face. "Is there something wrong?" I leaned forward to get a better look at his face if he would change his expressions, but it stayed sad.

"I-I'm fine Am. Stop worrying." Justin turned away from me making me feel horrible. I'm able to read Justin like a book; when he's sad, or when he's mad, I always know. Why won't he let me help?

A frown replaced my concerned face. Then I felt my body heat up with angry. He's always like this. Pushing me away when I know he needs me. It's like he hates me or something.

"Fine suite yourself." I moved away from the spot I was sitting in and crossed my arms over my chest. I hated being mad at Justin but if he wants to act like this, then I'm fine giving him the silent treatment too.

"Where here." Scooter called making us both jump. Everyone got out of the car and followed Scooter into the building. I made sure to stay away from Justin as we stood in the elevator because he just made me more upset.

We walked into a room with a large table that had comfy black chairs surrounding it. The three of us took a sit-again I made sure to stay away from Justin-and got settled. I looked around the room to see a stand with the picture of the cover of Justin's new album that would be releasing in a few weeks.

"Alright guys so the reason you are here is because Teen Vogue wants to do and full magazine spread with the both of you. Since the both of have just finished huge project, Justin with is album Believe and Amy with her new movie Hunger Games, they wanted to do a photo shoot and interview with the both of you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why would they want to do it with the both of us though? It's not like the things we do are the same. Justin's a singer, I'm an actress. It just doesn't make sense. It would only make sense if we were...

"Hold on. Why would we do it together? Amrit doesn't even sing and her movie doesn't even come out till August. That doesn't make sense to do it together." Justin sounded angry as he spoke. It hurt that he practically told everyone that he doesn't want to do it with me.

"Whatever, I don't even want to do it with you," I turned to Scooter. "Are we done or?" Scooter had a shocked look on his face. "Guys you're doing this shoot whether you like it or not. You’re not throwing this opportunity away. I can tell you guys are fighting over something, but you need to make up 'cause this behavior will not do tomorrow at Justin album party." Scooter gave the both of us stern looks like he was our father and we just broke something.

"Whatever." Justin got out of his chair and walked towards the door.

Something was totally wrong with Justin and I'm not gonna stop until I find what's up.

~~~

"So you’re not gonna talk to me anymore, just like that?" I tried to keep up with Justin but his legs were longer than mine as he took longer strides. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Justin's wrist turning him around but he pulled it away harshly.

"Justin...what did I do wrong?" I felt tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes. Justin and I never fought like this before, and it hurts.

"Why do you always assume things are wrong? Nothing is wrong okay. I'm just tired so please leave me alone." Justin pulled his gaze away from me shattering my heart. It hurt so badly. I hate fighting him but it seems like he doesn't care.

I watched as Justin walked to his room leaving me hurt and confused.  I felt a tear slip down my cheek.

I just don't know what to do anymore.

~~~

It was the next day and today was Justin album party. Last night I decided that it was best for me to leave the hotel and stay with one of my closest friends that lived in the city. I got all dress up at her place. I still felt horrible. I know when I'll see Justin, I'll be a mess.

I arrived at the party to be greeted by some of my famous friends.

"Hey girl you look great." I turned around to see on of my favorite people Demi. She was so down to earth and that's what I like about her.

I smile wide at her. "You shouldn't be talking! Look at yourself." I giggled as I leaned forward to give her a hug. "Aw thanks girl. Anyways, are you excited to hear Justin play?"

"Um...I-I-" before I could finish my sentence the lights were dimmed and the stage was lit up. A loud beat and a guitar was heard through the speakers. Smoke filled the stage and Justin appeared from within the crowd. He was actually standing near the food area until he started to move over to the stage. Everyone cleared a path for him as he danced over to the stage to the beat. Justin suddenly turned around standing only a few feet away from me.

Then his voice broke through the thick tension that was building in the room.

"Hey, what's the situation, whoa?
I'm just tryna make a little conversation,"


Justin danced around his guests trying to get the room excited. His danced over to Demi and I making her giggle. I let out a groan as Justin developed the nerve to embarrass me in front if all these people.

 

"Why the hesitation, whoa?
Tell me what your name is? For your information."
 

He gave me a small smirk which I was really starting to hate. Justin got to the stage and did some more dancing. When he looked towards the ground the music blasted from the speakers.

"Don't get me wrong; you know you're right. Don't be so cold, we could be fire. Tomorrow we go; let's start tonight. You know what it's all about."

I watched as the guests danced to the upbeat song. I just stood there with my arms crossed over my chest feeling upset and frustrated. As Justin got more into the song, the chorus started.

"I can take you out; I can take you home, I can take you oh-oh-oh where you wanna go. I can pick it up, we could take it slow, I can take you home. I can take you out; I can take you home, I can take you oh-oh-oh where you wanna go. I can pick it up, we could take it slow, I can take you home."

I felt a pang of jealously in my heart when the dancers grooved around him. I don't know why I was feeling this emotion. I just was.

Suddenly the beat dropped as Justin walked down the steps of the stage. He walked back into the crowd with a sly grin on his face.

"Baby, señorita, ma chérie, please be my little lady, my little lady."

I took a deep breath as he walked closer to where I stood.

"Mi amor, you're the one I adore, come on be my little lady, my little lady."

Justin stood behind me with that stupid smirk on his face. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he hugged me from behind.

"Baby, señorita, ma chérie, please be my little lady, my little lady."

I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my lips as Justin rocked us back and forth. Justin's lips were close to my neck as he sang the last part of the song in a raspy tone.

"Mi amor, you're the one I adore, come on be my little lady, my little lady."

Justin pulled away from me leaving a chill running down my spine. He got back onto the stage to finish the song.

"I can take you out; I can take you home, I can take you oh-oh-oh where you wanna go. I can pick it up, we could take it slow, I can take you home. I can take you out; I can take you home, I can take you oh-oh-oh where you wanna go. I can pick it up, we could take it slow, I can take you home."

"Hey, what's the situation?"

"Hey, what's the situation?"


~~~

I sat alone at the bar drinking some coke. After Justin's performance, everyone wanted to go see him and talk to him. I on the other hand wanted to relax and not get into any of the drama.

I'm not gonna lie, Justin did great up there. He was perfect. He looked so good too. Hey? What I'm I thinking? Justin's my friend. Nothing less; nothing more.

I brought my coke up to my lips trying to rid the thought of Justin being my boyfriend. It's very weird. I don't know, I never imagined us as a thing.

Jusrit, that's what people would call us or maybe Austin. I rolled my eyes at the silly couple names we'd get if we're actually dating. It's actually kinda cute if you think about.

I turned around in my chair to see a group of people surrounding Justin. He would smile proudly at his guest, and giving some of them hugs or a kiss on the cheek. When Justin noticed me staring he excused himself from whoever he was currently talking to and started towards me.

I groaned to myself when I knew there was no getting away from him. I turned back to my original spot feeling my nerves building up.

"Hey." I turned to see Justin sitting close to me in the next stool. When he noticed the can of pop in my hands he grabbed it and took a sip. "Hey I was drinking that." I spoke giving him a glare. He rolled his eyes as he started to chug more of my drink. I gave him a disgusted look as I watched him drown the entire can of pop.

"Sorry," He said giving me a slight smirk. "What's yours is mine."

It was quiet for awhile between Justin and I. We just stared at each other not saying a word.

"So.." Justin started off. He scratched the back of his head obviously feeling the tension between us. "I want to apolo-" Justin was cut off when there was something going on with the large crowd. We both glanced back to see Selena submerge through the group instantly locking eyes with Justin.

"I-I didn't think she'd come." His voice was low but I heard everything he said. I let out a groan feeling unimportant to Justin. The second he saw Selena, his whole personality changed.

Selena walked over to us smiling like usual. "Hey Justin." She gave him a warm smile as she rested her hand on his shoulder rubbing slightly. Justin's cheeks grew a light pink from her touch. After watching the two just staring at each other I started to get annoyed. I cleared my throat making both of them snap their heads to my direction.

At first Selena gave me a disgusted look but it soon turned into a smirk. "Oh Em I didn't see you there. It's so nice to see you again."

Okay first off my names Am not Em and she's not allowed to call me that. Only Justin does.

I put on my fake smile and decided to greet her.  "It's Amrit. And I'm so happy to see you too Selena. It's been like what? A month and a half since I've last seen you? Oh yes it was. Remember Justin's MSG show? The one you were late to?"

I tried to keep my smiled down as much as possible. It was hard not to laugh at her shocked expression.

"Amrit, the fuck?" I turned to look at Justin with a tired look. He gave me a pissed expression which hurt but whatever.

"Anyways, I’m happy your here Selena. Hope you don't miss anymore of Justin's performances."

As I walked way I could head Selena and her fake crying.

"Shhh, it's okay. She’s just being a bitch."

I felt my heart ripe in two. Justin thinks I'm a bitch? What a fucking hypocrite. Just a few weeks ago he was crying over Selena and how she broke his heart. He was calling her a bitch.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I pushed past some guest to get to the ladies room. Once I was in, I broke down. Fresh tears fell down my red cheeks. I honestly feel used. I was the one who comforted Justin when Selena hurt him. I'm the one who took care of him twenty for seven when he was depressed. I was the one who was there for him. Through thick and thin. Now he doesn't even care because he's blinded by love. It's not even real, but Justin thinks it is.

I lay my hands on the sink counter looking at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were covered with tears and my mascara was running. I needed to fix myself if I ever wanted to leave the washroom.

After about twenty minutes of wiping and reapplying my makeup, I was back to normal. I smiled at how good I was at putting on makeup when I really need to be. Good thing I brought the essentials.

I stepped out of the washroom, my eyes automatically scanning the room for Justin. When my eyes finally landed on him they enlarged themselves into the size of golf balls. There sitting in the corner of the room were both Justin and Selena. They were both cuddling very close with Justin's arms wrapped securely around her waist. His face lay in her hair as she giggled from something he said.

I felt my face become hot for anger, or was it jealousy. I couldn't tell. Then I felt so hurt.

I didn't want to stay here any longer. Just looking at them made my heart ache. I swiftly turned around and started to walk around in search of Scooter.

I found him talking to Usher and I gave them a small wave.

"H-hey Scooter. I was wondering if I could go back to m-my friends place. I'm not feeling too good." Scooter gave me nod in understanding. "Are you sure you want to leave? Justin about to perform another song and he might get mad."

Who cares if he gets mad. "He'll understand." I gave Scooter one last look before leaving. I started for the door when I suddenly heard everyone become very quiet. I shut my eyes tight fighting with myself if I should stay or go.

"I-I wrote this song for someone that I truly love. She was there for me when I needed someone. She was my shoulder to cry on. I know you may not see this, but I-I love you Amy."

A beautiful tune started to play and then I heard Justin's voice.

"Whoa, ooh.
Well, let me tell you a story, about a girl and a boy. He fell in love with his best friend, when she's around, he feels nothing but joy."


I felt more tears well up in my already puffy eyes. I couldn't even explain how I was feeling right now.

"But she was already broken, and it made her blind. But she could never believe that love would ever treat her right. Did you know that I loved you, or were you not aware? You're the smile on my face, and ain't going nowhere. I'm here to make you happy; I'm here to see you smile. I've been wanting to tell you this for a long while."

I turned around feeling tears fall down my cheeks. When my eyes met with Justin's he had a shocked look on his face. You could see that he was so passionate but his music, but this song meant something to him.

"What's gonna make you fall in love?
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart. Don't have to be scared at all, oh, my love.
But you can't fly unless you let yourself, you can't fly unless you let yourself fall."


Justin pulled the microphone away from the stand and got off the stage. He started walking around people so he could get to me. Soon he stood only a couple feet away with a confused look on his face.

"Well, I can tell you're afraid of what this might do. Cause we got such an amazing friendship and that you don't wanna lose. Well, I don't wanna lose it either. I don't think I can stay sitting around while you're hurting babe, so take my hand."

Justin was now standing in front of me with his fingers lightly brushing over mine.

"Well, did you know you're an angel who forgot how to fly? Did you know that it breaks my heart every time to see you cry."

Justin brushed away a couple of my tears with the pad of his thumb. I don't know what's going on. One second Justin's singing to me, then the next he's all over Selena.

"Cause I know that a piece of you's gone every time he done wrong, I'm the shoulder you're crying on.
And I hope by the time that I'm done with this song that I figure out,

What's gonna make you fall in love?
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart. Don't have to be scared at all, oh, my love.
But you can't fly unless you let yourself, you can't fly unless you let yourself fall.”


Justin now held me in his arms as he rocked us back and forth. He didn't let go of me once as he sung slowly in my ear.

"I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall.

But if you spread your wings You can fly away with me. But you can't fly unless you let your...You can't fly unless you let yourself fall,

What's gonna make you fall in love?

I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart. Don't have to be scared at all, oh, my love.
But you can't fly unless you let yourself, you can't fly unless you let yourself fall,

So fall in love (in love)
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart. Don't have to be scared at all (don't have to be scared, don't have to be scared at all), oh, my love. But you can't fly unless you let yourself, you can't fly unless you let yourself fall.

I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall.

If you spread your wings, you can fly away with me. But you can't fly unless you let your... let yourself fall."


Justin pulled the microphone away from his face as be rested his head into the croak of my neck. "I-I'm sorry Am. I'm s-so sorry that I hurt you."

Justin pulled away so he could look me the eyes. "I should've listened to you. I'm never gonna make that mistake ever again."

I looked into Justin's eyes. They were full of love. Was it really true that he loved me? Or was it something people say to their friends? What if he was just apologizing about all the things he said to me instead of actually saying wants to be with me? Does he even want to be with me?

I slightly pushed Justin off of me. "Justin what do you want? Why are you writing songs for me and telling me that you love me when you clearly don't. You can't tell me you love me because you were just all over Selena." I took a step back as I breathed heavily.

Justin stared at me looking upset. "Be with Selena, but don't embarrass me in front of my friends."

I turned around and stormed out of the building. I finally made it to the busy street to see paparazzi everywhere. When I turned back I saw Justin standing outside. His mouth was in a frown. His bottom lip quivered like he was about to cry.

I didn't care though. He deserves to feel bad. This is fault so it's pretty much karma.

~~~

*one week later*

I shoved all my things that I needed the most for the day into my purse. It's the day of the Teen Vogue magazine spread photo shoot. It's also been a week since I've seen Justin. After leaving his party I went back home to Toronto because I had nothing else to do. I didn't have anymore work so Scooter let me go home. He only told me to come back to LA the day before the shoot.

I stepped out of the hotel that I was currently staying at to be engulfed by the paparazzi. They've been on my ass for days after the party since they saw me crying when I was leaving.

The rumors are crazy though. Some of the media thinks that Justin was cheating on me. Like seriously? When have we started dating though? I wasn't informed! Others think that Selena slapped me. Lol like she could slap me. PUH-LEASE. Anyways the media is just getting totally out of hand. It's crazy how they can make up all these pathetic lies. They need to get a real job. I feel embarrassed for them.

I pushed through the cameras trying to get to the parking lot. Once I reached the limo that Scooter was in I flung the door open and jumped in. I was laying down on the back sit breathing heavily not even caring that people could me staring at me. As I got more comfortable on the car seat I hadn't noticed what my head was laying on. It was comfy and I only wanted to dig my head deeper into whatever it was. Whatever it was it was pretty soothing.

Wait, what? Soothing? My eyes snapped open to see Justin. He had his head against the window with his eyes shut tight.

I pulled myself way from his lap feeling very uncomfortable. When Justin felt my presence had disappeared his eyes snapped open. He looked at me with a sad face but just shook it off.

I shuffled myself in the seat feeling Justin burning holes in the side of my face. I can't wait to get out of this car.

We arrived safely at the studio. I was immediately pulled away and so was Justin so we could get ready for the photo shoot. First we both got our hair and makeup down which was obviously easy for Justin. I on the other hand have lots of work to do.

They finally finished off with my hair and makeup and they brought me to another room to get my outfit. Justin was already in there getting help with his outfit choices. As they were picking my outfits, I glanced over to see what Justin was going to wear. I already knew whatever Justin's gonna wear its going to look good. I shook my head to rid those thoughts as they ushered me into a room to change into the first outfit choice.

I was wearing a red top that had a outline of a heart on my back, a black vest over top, light blue jean shorts and brown sandals. I also had a couple different accessories. It was so cute.

I stepped onto the set to see it all decorated with all this stuff. One area was a desert like theme. Another area had a simple background with different objects. There was also a diner looking area with a motorcycle.

A lady with a head set pulled me over to the area with the simple background. Justin was already there looking very awkward which I found cute. He was wearing a plain white V-neck shirt, a jean vest with red leather shoulder pads, black leather pants with zippers, black supras, golden gloves and a black fedora.

"Alright guys. I want you to get comfortable with each other. Pretend that we're not here and just have fun with it. Okay?" The photographer said. We nodded our heads in agreement as the shoot started.

At first Justin was really stiff in front of the camera and I could tell that the photographer was getting frustrated. I turned to him and asked if we could be alone for a minute and he waved us off walking away looking stressed.

I turned to Justin to see him looking down on the floor. "Am I that bad?" His voice broke the silence between us. I started to feel bad so I stepped closer to him and rested my hand on his shoulder. "You’re not that bad. You just gotlet lose. Be yourself. I know you've done this before."

Justin let out a sigh. "I have but n-not with y-you." His eyes reached mine automatically searching them.

I felt bad that Justin had lost his confidence. I was still mad at him but I'll do anything for him. That's how much I love him. Wait, whoa. I did not just say that. "Don't worry. You don't have to be nervous." I wrapped my arms around his neck giving him my best smile.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Justin returned the smile as he complimented me. My smile widened even more. "No I don't think so." I was only joking so Justin played along. "Well, you look so beautiful. Amazingly beautiful."

I was about to say something when there was a snapping sound from in front of us.

"Amazing!" The photographer somehow came back without us not noticing and started to take pictures. "More, more, more!" He shouted happily. I giggled softly as Justin spun me around.

After finishing that part of the shoot Justin dragged me to the changing room so we could get ready for the next part. The next shoot was the with the diner and motorcycle.

I was wearing a dress with a skirt that was blue and had white pokadots and some red spiky heels. I left the room I was currently changing in to walk into the room where Justin was. He was lying on the couch with no shirt on but his shirt was covering his face.

I kicked off my heels and lay down beside him.

"Tired?" I whispered into his ear. He nodded his head without looking at me. I rested my head on his shoulder cuddling closer to him.

"Are w-we okay?" I looked up to see Justin. He looked down on me with a worried look. Was I still mad? I wasn't sure. Do I want to be mad? No.

"I don't want to be mad at you anymore. It hurts too much." I heard Justin sigh out in relief from my answer. He wrapped his arms around my waist making me feel protected and secure.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." We continued to cuddle until there was a knock on the door.

"Five more minutes." Justin shouted at the door. I giggled softly as I pulled away from him.

"C'mon lets go." Justin grumbled as he slips on his white shirt and varsity jacket. I put my heels back on and made sure my hair looked good.

"Hey we match." Justin pointed to our shoes. We both had spikes on them. I laughed at how excited Justin was.

We walked back to the set to be escorted over the diner area. First, I had to take a couple shots on my own. I had to look like was sitting at a booth drinking a milkshake. Then Justin took a couple shots on his own. He would walk casually through the doors and they would get a shot of him.

The next few shots were of Justin and I sitting at the booth together. Some of the shots we would be laughing or cuddling. There also was a shot of Justin stealing my milkshake.

The photographer now wanted us on the motorcycle. They gave Justin one of those cool helmets that cover your entire face so he looked pretty badass.

They took a couple shots of Justin on the bike. I watched behind the scenes as they took numerous pictures of him. He looked so sexy on that bike. I groaned to myself. I hate when I think like this. It makes me feel oddly weird. But I'm not gonna deny that I'm attracted to Justin.

As I day dreamed of Justin and how totally gorgeous he is someone snapped their fingers in my face. "Am, we need to take some shots on the bike." I was broken way from my day dream when Justin's voice broke through the silence.

I laughed nervously. "Ya okay." I skipped over to the motorcycle letting Justin sit on first. The hair stylist took Justin's helmet off and made his hair look like messy sexy bed head. He looked so cute as he ran his fingers through it.

We took a couple different shots, some were silly and some were serious. We both got off the bike and took some shots leaned against it.

There were shot were Justin and I were really close and intimate. Like our faces were inches apart. I honestly thought he was gonna kiss me at times but when the photographer got the shot, he'd pull away fast.

"Justin, could you come here for a moment please?" The photographer asked. I watched as Justin walked over and talked briefly with him. When he came back you could tell he was nervous. He obviously wouldn't tell me what's going on so I just shook it off.

The photographer got ready to take more photos as Justin wrapped his arms around my waist. His eyes wouldn't break contact with mine once.

"Y'know, when I told you how I felt, I meant it. I wasn't trying to hurt you or make you feel used." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say.

I probably had the dumbest facial expression on my face. I couldn't help it.

"Justin I-" I was cut off by Justin's soft lips. His kiss was amazing. I never knew that I could feel this way with someone let alone my best friend. His lips tasted of mint and coffee. When I pulled away I could feel my cheeks heat up. I was totally embarrassed and I knew my face was red. I wanted to cover it so I dropped my head on Justin's chest. I felt his body vibrate as he laughed at me.

Justin stroked my back in a comforting manner. "Babe he's gone, so we can leave now and change." I pulled away feeling slightly insecure.

"C'mon. Don't be nervous around me now." I looked into Justin's bright eyes as he gave me a tight hug. "It's me remember, your best friend."

Justin was right. He was my best friend after all. We were friends first. I shouldn't act differently around him because there are feelings between us. I shouldn't be different. I should just be me.

Justin and I walked back to the dressing rooms to get in our last outfits. Once we finished changing, the last photo shoot went by quite fast.

After they wrapped everything up, we went back to our dressing rooms so we could have our interviews and just relax.

"Hey Amrit, Justin my name is Allison and I'll be interviewing you guys." Allison gave us a warm smile as we all took a seat.

"Alright guys I'll just ask a bunch of questions to each of you then I’ll ask some involving an answer from the both of you.”

So as Allison asked Justin lots of questions, I sort of tuned them out. It was like which in my brain. I didn’t want to listen so I just blocked them out. What I really wanted was to focus on what happened during the photo shoot. That kiss was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that with a guy before. He literally took my breath away.

I loved that feeling though. It was different, unique. Justin made me feel different inside and out. When I’m with him, I don’t have to hide my true emotions when I’m around him.

Just looking at him gives me chills. The way he looks at me gives me butterflies. I act stupid when I’m around him. He makes me feel special.

I turned back to Justin to lock eyes with him. His eyes. One word: beautiful. They shine in the light and darkness. They have so much love inside them.

Justin gave me a warm smile before resting his arm around my shoulder.

“So Justin, there have been some rumors that you and Selena have gotten back together. Is this true?” I had the urge to roll my eyes but when I felt Justin squeeze my shoulder I knew that it’d be alright.

“It’s false. Selena and I have not gotten back together. I think its better this way. She’s moved on…I’ve moved on.” Justin’s gaze landed onto me making me blush. “I wouldn't want to have it any other way. Falling for my best friend has been the best thing to ever happen to me.”

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