"Anna." Justin breathed down the phone. It wasn't a question, it was a prayer. She hadn't said a word, but somehow, he'd known it was her. The sound of her name from his mouth was heavenly, she suddenly felt warm from head to toe.
"Hi." She smiled. Despite her reservations, she liked him. She really liked him. So much so, it was scaring her.
"Anna, I'm so glad you called. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I was performing tonight, and I kept looking for you in the crowd, even though I knew you wouldn't be there." He spoke so honestly, his voice never wavering.
"What is it you want from me, Justin?" Anna replied, a little harshly. What was wrong with her? That's not what she meant to say at all. She meant to tell him that she couldn't stop thinking about him either, how she'd replayed every moment they'd spent together on a continuous loop throughout the day. Instead, she was coming across as snappy and cruel. He'd been nothing but sweet to her, and she was spoiling it.
"I just wanted to hear your voice again, Anna. Why are you fighting this so hard? You feel it too, I know you do. What's the problem?" He didn't sound angry. He sounded... scared. Which was ridiculous.
"You're gorgeous, a multimillionaire, and a goddamn celebrity. You live a life too different to mine. You have girls, literally throwing themselves at your feet. You jet around the world at a moment's notice... Would you like me to continue?" Anna took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She'd said it. She'd expressed her fears instead of running away. Despite the pain in her chest, she felt a little proud of herself.
Justin was silent for a moment, and Anna quickly glanced at her phone screen to make sure he was still connected. He was.
"Anna, none of the reasons you've given me are real. They're superficial. They're excuses. Yeah, I'm busy a lot, but I also have time for myself, I make sure of it. I never used to, and it almost got me in to a lot of trouble. I have girls throwing themselves at me, but they don't know anything about me. They're in love with Justin Bieber The Celebrity. Not Justin, the man. You don't get it. You didn't even know who I was when I saw you in that corridor, but your eyes betrayed you. You wanted me even then. I know that even if I was just a regular guy, instead of a celebrity, I know you'd still be interested in me. Jetting around the world? That's an excuse? I have a private plane with a seat for you, if you want it. Tell me what I can do to make this happen, Anna. Anything. Just name it." He finished with a sigh. Now it was Anna's turn to be silent. His words melted over her fears like warm water over ice. He was so sure, so confident.
"How do I know you won't just move on to the next girl tomorrow? Leaving me pining after you, like some starstruck fangirl?" She said the words, but she already knew the answer. He wasn't like that. Everything he had said and done so far had proven to her that he was a considerate, passionate, thoughtful man who would take care of her.
"Baby..." He murmured, and her heart kicked in to overdrive. "The media portray me as some kind of womanising playboy. But I'm not. I've had one serious girlfriend, and a whole lot of innocent female friends who were dragged in to the spotlight because of who I am, but they were just friends. I don't do this. I don't let girls get to me, because I've been burned before. Girls promising that my fame doesn't matter, that it's me they want. Then they sell their lies to newspapers and I never hear from them again. I'm a walking meal ticket to them." His voice was sad, and Anna longed to hold him in her arms and kiss the hurt away. She'd been so selfish. All she thought about was her fears, and her doubts. She hadn't even stopped to think about his.
"I'm... sorry. I never even thought of that. I've never done this before. I've never dated. I hadn't even had my first kiss before last night." She was a little embarrassed, but she wanted to be honest. The truth is, the more he spoke to her, the harder she found it to resist him. He was an expert at addressing her fears, and then erasing them. He was amazing.
"That's okay, Anna. We'll take it slow. But I want to see you, to talk with you, eat with you. I want us to go on dates and learn about each other. I just want to be near you." His voice was low, and it sent shivers down Anna's spine. She took a deep breath, drop kicked her stubbornness in the face, and replied:
"I want that too."
His laugh was beautiful, relieved and happy.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"I'm at home, why?" She replied, curious.
"Give me the address please." Anna smiled inside as she reeled it off to him.
"I'm coming to get you." He laughed, and hung up with a click. Anna squealed and looked at the time: it was 11:40pm. She was going on a late night date with a world-famous singer. She quickly pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and ankle boots, slipped on a white t-shirt and brushed her hair through. She looked cute. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a text. From Justin.
Come outside, baby. I'm waiting.
Those five little words held an entire world of promise.