Love Me.

Clearly, Sarika didn't know where she stood in life. One thing kept bringing her back to reality, her true passion. Dancing. When an opportunity she can't refuse comes up, she has to bring her skills to the next level, push herself until the end. Becoming a background dancer for Justin Bieber is a lot of work, right? Maybe even more than she thought...


12. Twelve †

Sarika's P.O.V.

"Alright, so we're back on the tour!" Scooter smiled. "We have one last show here in Brazil, and we move on to Argentina!" 

This is our last show here, and I couldn't help but notice the fact that the Believe Tour was soon coming to an end. It was coming fast. Even if I didn't want it to end, I had a family back in L.A that I missed dearly, but, the thought of leaving Justin right here, it felt like emptying my heart. 

Today, it was a chill day. I hadn't had one since... a while. Elysandra and I were having a movie marathon, and we were practically eating our lives away. We were watching Grease, and I couldn't help but smile as we did so. 

"Can I ask you something?" I heard her ask quietly.
"Sure." I hummed calmly, eating a chip. 
"Did you think about the tour ending soon?" She murmured, cuddled into a pillow. "It seems like I want it to last forever, but I just don't want to let A... my friends."
"You ain't fooling no one." I smirked, raising my eyebrows lazily. 
"Fine, I think I like him." She said stubbornly. 
"You know, Ely, I've learnt a lot on this tour." I trailed, my hand in the bag of chips. "You can't feel something you don't want to." 

A comfortable silence took over, our eyes focused on the movie. As the credits rolled in, we decided to order room service, since we were both too lazy to even walk to the elevator. I didn't even stand up to grab the phone, more like crawled to it. 

We had a nice conversation, after our food had been delivered, we were eating on the bed, criss crossed. A slight knock on the door pulled us out of our entertained conversation, both of us looking at each other. She shook her head, falling back on the bed. Rolling my eyes, I walked to our hotel door, which was a chocolaty brown colour. I opened it slowly, seeing Fredo and Justin. 

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" I smiled slightly, letting them in.
"We decided to come and see you!" Alfredo said sarcastically. "Now come on Justin, we've been here long enough, no need to waste their time any longer!" 
"A bet's a bet." Justin shrugged, pushing him to the main room. "He lost and now, I'm waiting for him to ask Ely out." 
"She just told me she liked him, earlier." I whispered, leaning on his shoulder. 

We had to sit on the floor and wait for Fredo to come back, so we talked and laughed, but it was clear we were both tired and had an extremely long journey yesterday. Life was just crazy these times. Sleep was almost winning me over, but I had to see Ely's reaction. 

"Come on." He mumbled, standing up and stretching is hand out for me. 
"Where are we going?" I said, my voice sounded extremely raspy. 
"To see what's going on!" He said giddily, making me shake my head. 

We quietly tip toed to the bedroom, seeing something I should definitely not have seen. I gagged, a bit too loudly. They were making out, fiercely, on my bed. I repeat, MY bed. This is so not acceptable! 

"Oh, hey-" Fredo quickly scrambled off of her, to stand up. "We were just, discussing about... about, uh your new hairstyle Justin. I love it!" 
"You ain't fooling no one." Ely chuckled, winking at me. "Why don't you boys stay? We're having a movie marathon!" 
"We don't want to interrupt-" 
"We will stay, right Fredo?" Justin looked at him intensely, making Fredo give in. 

I slapped his shoulder playfully, both of us sitting in my bed as the lovebirds went on Ely's bed, quite thankfully. Home Alone started, making me smile as I snuggled in Justin's side. His warmth was making me close my eyes, trying to keep them open. 

I heard snoring above me, a slight weight on the top of my head, breathing on my hair. Sleep finally won me over, my numb figure laying on Justin's. I couldn't help but think what would happen when the tour is over. But that's the thing. It isn't, and that's what I should be thinking about right now. 

The present. 


I sensed Justin shuffling beneath me, which made me stir awake. I looked at him with squinted eyes, mumbling for him to stop moving. 

"Come on!" He whispered. "Did you forget our tradition?" 
"Oh... right." I coughed, it came out a bit raspy. 

I stood up, rubbing my eyes. I slowly pulled my TOMS on, looking at my pyjama shorts, white tank top and grey zip up hoodie. I shrugged, following Justin in the dimmed streets. The stadium was quite close, and I couldn't help but be excited. I leaned on his shoulder as his arm was draped over my hips. I knew there had to be paparazzi somewhere, but I didn't give a damn. He smiled at me and pecked my lips, which I also did. 

We finally reached the stadium, and there wasn't a ceiling. I couldn't help but feel giddy, since it'll be beautiful at night with the production. I twirled, Justin extending his arm out as he let me fly out of his arms. I giggled, watching as he pulled his phone out. Selfie. We asked the guard to take the picture as we stood in the middle of the stadium, and, quite surprisingly, I was sitting on his shoulders right now. 

I stuck my tongue out, making those rock signs with my hand. The guard smiled, gave Justin his phone back and I got the chance to meet the floor again. Instagram. We spoke for a little, both on the stage, laying and looking at the sky. 

"Did you think about the end of tour coming soon?" He murmured. 
"I did." I breathed. "But do you know what I told myself?" 
"What?" He smiled, turning on his side to face me. 

"That we're in the present, and we'll worry about the future when we get there." 



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-Audrey :]


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