9/11 Justin Bieber Fan Fanfiction


5. Chapter 3

[Chapter 3]

I had just gotten out of the shower and put on some skinny jeans, a tank top and my leather jacket over it. I got back on my computer and got on YouTube watching videos from the 2008 Olympics in Beijing, China. I pretty much do this every day.

“Hey Jess!” my eyes moving over where I heard the very familiar voice that belonged to my sister Kelsey.

“Hey!” A smiled appeared on my face, I haven’t seen her in like 2 months because she’s in collage and is constantly busy. She sat next to me on my large bed. “How have you been?” she curiously asked.

“Stressed, but good. And you?”

“Busy.” She laughed. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m really proud of you with your gymnastics and everything. I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that my little sister is going to the Olympic trials in two weeks.” She smiled at me. “Dad would’ve been really proud of you Jess.”

I smiled at the thought of my dad. I always wondered what he would think and if he would be proud of me if he were still alive.

“Thank you.” I hugged Kelsey before she got up.

“Well I’m going to leave you to it and go see if mom needs help with dinner.” When Kelsey walked out my phone rang. ‘Justin’ appeared on the screen, inwardly smiling to myself I answered my phone.


“Hey baby, I’m going to come over in a few.”


“How are you feeling?”

“Better, I guess.”

“Just know that I’m always here for you; you can always talk to me.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“I’m going to talk to you later babe, I’m on my way now.”

“Alright, bye.”

Smiling, I hung up the phone. I can’t put into words how much I love Justin and how much he means to me. Over the past year I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been and Justin is the reason for that. I never thought I could love somebody as much as I love him.







Justin and I were sitting in laying in my bed cuddling and talking about random things.

“Remember our first date?” Justin chuckled.

“Yes! You locked you keys in your car so we had to walk home. You were so nervous!” I burst out into laughter at the thought of our first date. He was so nervous that night that he forgot his keys in his car and we had to walk. But on that walk home we shared so many laughs and learned so much about each other. And weeks after that we started dating.

“That was one hell of a night, but it was amazing.” “I remember the first time I met you, Zac and Roy made me talk to you because I was too scared to. But when I talked to you… I knew I just had to take you out because I needed to know more.” He confessed a smile forming on his face at the memory. His smiled seemed to get bigger by the moment.

“What?” I asked curious as to what was on his mind.

“I’m just lucky to have you.” his thumb tracing imaginary circles on my hip. I opened my mouth slightly to tell him that I love him, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I don’t know why I can’t tell him.  We’ve been dating for over a year now and I still don’t have the guts to tell him that I love him. I just don’t want three words, eight letters to change anything. I put my petite hand lightly against his cheek.

“You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.” I whispered my lips brushing against his. My eyes fluttered closed as Justin pressed his soft lips against mine. His fingertips digging into my hip causing me to moan, his tongue gliding across my bottom lip.

“Jess!” my mom yelled loudly from down stairs, I groaned and sat up.


“Can you go get Hailey from her friend’s house?”

I stood up from my bed and looked back at Justin. He stuck his bottom lip out, pouting giving me his best puppy dog face.

“Maybe next time.” I spoke winking at him.

“Hmm, kinky.” He sat up.

“Shut up!” I laughed hitting him in the arm. “Are you coming with me to go get my sister?” I questioned. Hailey adored Justin, she loves him. But how could you not? He’s amazing. They act as if they’re best friends or something.

“Yep.” Justin said popping the ‘P’ at the end.  We walked down the stairs encountering the mouthwatering aroma of my mom’s cooking. I turned into the kitchen.

“What are you cooking?” I peered over her shoulder while she slaved over the stove.

“Dinner. Now hurry up and go get your Hailey before everyone starts showing up.”

“Alright, well I’ll talk to you in a bit.” Turning around on my heels Justin and I walked out the front door of my house and got into my car, driving down various streets.

“How’s training going?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Good.”

 After driving down various streets we arrived at Hailey’s best friend Olivia’s house. I honked the horn and Hailey came out within a few seconds. Settling herself in the backseat of my 2013 Ford Edge.

“Hey Hailey.” Justin cooed smiling at her.

“Hi.” She whispered.

He looked at me his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. I shrugged my shoulders; I didn’t have a clue as if to why she had been acting like this lately. She wouldn’t tell me.

“You okay kid?” concern oozing from Justin’s words.


We got home shortly after and Hailey quickly scurried to her room.

“Hey!” I haven’t seen you in a while.” Kelsey walked over hugging Justin. Truthfully my entire my entire family loved Justin.  But what I really want to know if my dad would’ve loved his as much as me and everyone else.

“Hey Kels, how’ve you been?”

“Good and you?”

“Great, thanks for asking.” Justin chuckled.

I took his hand in mine and pulled him upstairs to my room.

“Let’s watch a movie.” I stood on my tippy toes pecking his lips.”

“Why?” He whined


He rolled his eyes playfully at me “Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

I groaned knowing he was going to pick a scary movie know how much I hate them.

“What Movie?”

“The Conjuring” he grinned from ear to ear.

My eyes grew wide “Hell no. I’m not watching that.”

“Why? You said you wanted to watch a movie.” A chuckle escaping his lips.

“You’re a pain in my ass sometimes.” I playfully hit him in the chest.

“You’re welcome.” He joked wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Kiss me.” I whispered. Justin inched closer to me his lips brushing against mine teasingly. Our lips pressed together transferring all the emotion. Snaking my arms around his neck, I tangled my fingers in his hair slightly pulling on the ends. A moan escaping his lips, rolling my eyes as I head a light knock on the door I pulled away. “What?”

The door opened slightly “Mom wants you to help me set the table.” Hailey said walking back out. I resisted the strong urge to roll my eyes at her again.

“I’ll be back.” I walked down stairs and into the dining room where Hailey had already started setting the table.

“Hailey.” I whispered.

“What?” She snapped. My eyebrows rose taken back by surprise. She had been so snappy and moody lately and all I wanted was for her to talk to me.

“C’mon Hailey just talk to me I’m getting tired of your snappy ass attitude.” I spoke louder than expected. Hailey rolled her eyes and continued what she was doing. She seemed to have a lot of problems for a twelve year old. The both of us finished making the table in silence.

“I’m sorry.” She looked hesitantly at me. “Its fine just talk to me or Kelsey whatever you’re going through we’re here for you, okay?”

She nodded.

Justin jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hey Mrs. Velastro you need help with anything?” he volunteered politely, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“How many times do I need to tell you to call me Maria and yes, do you mind opening the door for me?” Justin walked over to the front door opening. Instantly a group of my cousins, aunts and uncles flooded the living room. Hailey and I walked in greeting them. Everyone walked into the dining room taking their seats around the table. Justin sat next to me holding my hand under the table I smiled looking over at him.

“So how’s gymnastics Jess?” My aunt Karen asked putting food into her mouth.

“It’s good, stressful but good.” I laughed. My family was more excited about the Olympic trials than I was; I guess they’re just proud. Every summer my entire family goes to Italy for week it was one of my father’s favorite things to do when he was alive and it was a tradition that was important to us to keep alive for him. But if I make the Olympic team then we’ll be going to London this summer instead.

“Your father would be very proud of you Jessica.” My grandmother’s fragile voice rang threw my ears. My grandparents which are my dad’s parents. They’re immigrants from Italy, born and raised their. My grandfather used to say all the time “Never forget your Italian roots.” And my dad would repeat it to Kelsey and I all the time. What can I say my family is a bunch of proud Italians.

“I hope so.” I looked down at my hands, I always wonder if my dad would be proud of me.

I guess I’ll never know.







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