"Where is Justin?" I asked Adrian, my guy best friend. I always was able to make friends with guys better than girls. Alana and Mari were the exception though. They were the only girls I was really good friends with. Of course I had girl friends, but some were more like acquatainces. I liked having guy friends more anyways. Partly because ever since Justin became a 'teen hit sensation', I've had more fake friends than real ones and they were all girls. Guys on the other hand, didn't give a crap if Justin was my brother. There's always a hater out there though.
"I don't know, but chill Lynni. Relax, he'll be here. Justin wouldn't let you down now would he?" Adrian asked through a chuckle. I groaned. He was supposed to be here at least an hour ago. He was always late, but still. I looked around nervously while trying to look like I had everything under control. I was directing some participants to where they had to go and talking to the tech crew when I felt Adrian tap my shoulder. "Found him. Seems like he brought some friends". I sighed in relief as I saw them. I walked over to Justin, who was oblivious to the fact he had to go on in less than twenty minutes.
"You're finally here!" I say with fake excitement.
"Sorry, but because of them" he began pointing at the One Direction and 5SOS boys, "We had to stay at rehearsal a little longer, but at least we're all ready to go" he continues. I sigh and dismiss it, running my hand through my curled hair. I give them a smile, and I can tell Justin thought I was going to be pissed at him. I wasn't exactly happy with him, but I wasn't incredibly mad at him. He was the type where you couldn't stay mad at. I directed them to where they were supposed to be. They all went to where I told them but Justin lingered behind.
"What?" I asked, already knowing what he was going to say, but playing dumb and innocent anyways. He looked at me with knitted eyebrows.
"Why won't you sing?" he asked boldly. Because you already do. The thought instantly came to mind as they words came out of his mouth. Of course I didn't actually say it out loud though. It would just confuse him even more.
"I just don't. Like I said, it's not my scene" I said expressionless.
"Why?" he pressed. Because I don't need another thing to be compared between us. Again, I didn't say it out loud, but it was true. Even before I came to America, to live with my Mom and Justin, people had compared the two of us. And just saying, it was before we even met. I was the good for nothing, while Justin was everybody's favorite. Everything I did well, he seemed to show me up on it. When I started getting pretty well known on YouTube, Justin became famous and overnight, he had millions of fans. When I was awarded top of my class and became Valedictorian, Justin received Artist of the Year, Favorite Pop/Rock Male Artist, and had Believe as the Favorite Pop/Rock Album. These were only the few things though. I was proud of him, but being compared, and 'not good enough' was the bad part. No one would say it in front of him, so he never knew I felt this way and I wanted to keep it that way.
"I don't feel comfortable with large crowds" I lamely say, but there was some truth to that. I didn't like large crowds. To be honest, they made me feel very uncomfortable and like I was being judged. I've developed trust issues from all the backstabbers and people who I thought were supposed to be there for me, insecurity from people's judgement, and anxiety from society's pressure to be perfect. But love is louder than it. From the wise words of Demi Lovato. She was my hero.
"Bullshit. The last time I checked, you have at least four million subscribers on you main channel and three million on you 'vlog' channel" Justin retorted. I roll my eyes at him. He needs to understand the difference between live in front of actual people and through a screen. Plus, I edited my videos like every other YouTuber so that was a major factor in it.
"You are aware that the real thing and talking to a screen that I will edit and make perfect later is different, right?" I ask him, cocking an eyebrow. He must have had no comeback to follow it up, and stalked off to his area. I chuckled to myself. I yelped as I felt a hand smacking my butt. I turned around and was surprised to see Niall. "Did you just...?" I ask trailing off. He chuckles and looks at me, eyes piercing. His gaze sends chills through me.
"Your ass looks great in that dress. Too flowy for my taste, but it'll do. I'm surprised you're not wearing a super fucking tight dress though. I feel bad for your boyfriend, because his girlfriend is so easy" he says. I try my best to seem unaffected by his words and how he yet again called me a slut/whore. That's what he wanted. A reaction. And no way in hell was I going to give him one. What the hell was his problem anyways? Why was he being so assy towards me? Also, I didn't even have a boyfriend right now.
"I prefer my dresses flowy and not tight for your information. Since I'm a whore and all, it's easier to spread my legs that way, totally not because it's more comfortable. Because you know, that is really not the reason. But it's a win win situation anyways" I said giving him a commercial smile. The words came spewing out of my mouth before I could process it and stop myself. I walked away to where I was being called quickly enough before he would notice that I didn't purposefully say it. It was more of a thought. I was in charge of this event and it was starting, signaling for me cue. I heard chuckling from behind me and mumbling I couldn't comprehend.
"I don't think I've ever seen you intentionally rude to someone in public before" Adrian says as I walk off after announcing the participants. I sigh and roll my eyes. Alana and Mari come up, tackling me in a hug. I laugh at their sillyness.
"You saw yet didn't even help me" I said to them, knowing Alana and Mari were watching. They fake gasped. I rolled my eyes again.
"The air around you two was intense" Alana said.
"And you two were acting like an old bickering married couple" Mari sing-songs. I nudge her. She continues teasing me.
"Me and Niall? A couple, yeah right. Like that will ever happen" I scoff. I didn't mind being more of myself and not the plastic Barbie people knew me as around them. They were my exceptional three. Actually I was a brunette so there was one difference between Barbie and I. My Lynnatics knew my fun and cheery side, but they didn't know my bitchy side. It never really comes out though. I guess, Niall just brings it out in me naturally. Pretty and well-mannered to the world. Optimistic and cute to my viewers. Rude and bitchy generally to no one before, but now Niall. He drove me insane really.
I hated to admit it, but their performance was really good. No matter how much of a jerk he really was, his voice was like it was made by angels. There was no denying that. He had talent. His voice was different from the others, but it was a good different. I really liked it truthfully, but his personality and attitude ruined it. Maybe it was just me that he was like that to. By the way they were all laughing together, Niall didn't even seem that bad.
"Thank you New York!" Harry said to the crowd and they cheered in response. Their performance was the last one tonight and tomorrow I was going with Justin to London. Mom wanted us to have more 'bonding time' because we were so much more busy now that we were older. Justin was busy moving his singing career forward while I was in college working my ass off. Justin had gone on before One Direction and 5SOS before Justin. We raised a lot of money tonight, and it was mainly thanks to them.
"Did that performance make you wet? I'd have to see how well you spread you legs in flowy dresses sometime" Niall whispered in my ear as he passed by me. I felt his hand graze my butt once again, and he had the nerve to give it a firm squeeze, getting a good feeling of it. I swatted his hand away and moved. He chuckled at my response. I immediately blushed and shot death glares at him He wasn't paying attention to me anymore, as he began conversing with Justin. God, he really put me on the edge. I don't think I've ever met anyone whose made me feel this way.