Anna stepped outside, her heart racing. It was a pleasant feeling, a feeling of exhilaration, rather than fear. She looked around for a limo, or a fancy sports car. Nothing. The roads were empty. Anna frowned. What was going on? From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure standing across the road. The hairs on her arms stood up, and her pulse doubled. He looked beautiful, as usual. Wearing a soft grey pullover and jeans, Anna was glad she'd dressed casual. There was no security, no fancy gimmicks. Just Justin, striding over to her and taking her in his arms. Burying her head in to his neck, she felt safe, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you, beautiful girl." He murmured in her ear. Anna smiled against him. She had every idea. She raised her head and looked up in to his blazing eyes. He was perfect. He smiled down on her with such passion, it sent shivers down her spine. Anna didn't have much experience in this area, but it felt like more than passion. It felt deeper than attraction. But it was too soon to read in to it, so as they separated and began walking hand in hand, Anna decided to take each day as it happened, and to stop worrying so much about the future.
Justin told her about his performance that night, about his meet and greet with three adorable 12 year old girls who presented him with a scrapbook of pictures and poems they'd made him. Anna heard the pride and respect in Justin's voice as he spoke about his fans. He truly appreciated them. It was almost as if he was as bewildered by his fame, as Anna was bewildered by him. He talked about his childhood in Canada, his big break and his journey from his first hit single, to his current world tour. He was grateful for the things he had. He appreciated every fan, every person who had supported him on his journey. He talked about his mom, and his siblings. Anna learned more about Justin that night than she could have hoped for. She gobbled up every memory, hungry for more. She couldn't hear enough about him. She wanted to know him, inside and out. But all too soon, he was questioning her about her life. He wanted to know about her hobbies, her dreams, her family. Anna started slow, she found it difficult to talk about herself, especially after Justin had told her about his amazing journey, anything she could tell him would surely be boring by comparison. But he encouraged her, delighting in everything she shared, squeezing her hand as she opened up about her parent's divorce, her constant struggle for perfection. He really listened to her, and Anna felt the walls she'd built up around her tumbling down. She shared more with him that night, than she'd ever shared with anyone, even Lily. They walked and talked for two hours, lost in each other. They ended up in a pretty little park, with a fountain in the middle. They sat on the fountain, and Justin put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She breathed in the scent of him, and sighed. She didn't think it was possible to be this happy. She'd never felt so comfortable around another human being.
"Anna, I want to take you out tomorrow. I have a show at 8, but I'm free for a few hours before that. Can I pick you up at 4?" He asked. He sounded vulnerable, like he was unsure of her answer.
"I'd love to go out with you." She whispered. He stood up and held out his hand. Anna took it, and giggled as he pulled her close to him.
"I've told you that you're beautiful, haven't I?" He smiled down at her, and Anna's heart felt so full she thought it might burst.
"You have, but I don't think I could get tired of hearing you say it." She replied. Right now all she wanted was to kiss him, to kiss him with the sound of the water babbling in the fountain behind them, the feel of his hands on her hips, the warmth of his lips pressed against hers. He seemed to know what she was thinking, because he leaned down until his lips were millimeters away from hers. Anna puckered her lips expectantly, her eyes on his. But the kiss never came, instead, he laughed lightly.
"Not yet, not when you've been torturing me for so long." He winked.
"Torturing you? What do you mean?" Anna sulked. It was childish and she hated the whiny sound of her voice, but she was desperate for him to kiss her. Her body was on fire for him.
"These past 24 hours, you've done nothing but made me wait for you." His eyes were playful, but his tone was serious. "I waited for you to stop acting like The Ice Queen, I waited for you to come to my room, I waited for you to come back after you left me, I waited for you to call me... so you can wait for a kiss." He seemed pleased with himself. He clearly liked teasing her. Well, Anna thought. Two can play at that game.
"That's understandable I suppose." She smiled. Justin looked at her, his eyebrow raised. She sidled up to him and looked up at him from under her lashes. Before she could think about what she was doing, she put her hands under his sweater and ran her palms up his stomach, slowly and softly. She relished the look on his face, he was shocked. She moved her hands to his sides, and this time ran her palms down over his waist and hips, before moving on to his muscular back. She massaged little circles in to his spine, all the while gazing in to his eyes, which were burning in to hers with such intensity, Anna was certain she was about to combust.
"You're a devil woman." Justin announced, and Anna laughed. She withdrew her hands, straightened his sweater, gave him a quick smile, and began to walk away. A few steps away, she turned to him, and said:
"Are you coming?"
Justin laughed again, shocked by her sudden bravery.
"Oh you dangerous, beautiful girl. Start running." He growled, slowly taking a step toward her. Anna realised what he was about to do too late, and only just managed to escape his arms. They ran around the park, Justin chasing Anna while she giggled. He caught up with her, and slowed to a sexy, predatory walk. Anna stepped back every time he stepped forward, and soon found herself backed in to the trunk of a tree.
"You're in trouble now." He whispered, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head. All traces of laughter were gone, and all that was left was a burning fire in Anna's belly, a hunger that only Justin could satisfy. He buried his face in her neck, and Anna felt his stubble prickling her, sending sparks of electricity shooting through her. Arms still pinned above her head, she felt helpless and vulnerable, but desperately excited. He raised his head and looked at her, before lowering his lips to hers, crushing them with the ferocity of his kiss. Anna truly believed she was about to melt, his kiss was so passionate, so intense. It was like the world had somehow stopped turning, yet at the same time it spun faster than ever. He broke away from her, the grin on his face so wide, Anna had to smile too.
"Come on baby, I'll walk you home." He said, releasing her arms. He slipped his arm around her waist and they walked to Anna's house, joking and teasing.
He gave her a chaste kiss goodbye at the door, and promised to call her in the morning.
Her mother was waiting for her when she walked in.
"He seems like a nice boy, Annabelle. And you seem totally smitten!" Anna's mother, Elaine, smiled.
"Mom!" Anna protested, her mother had clearly been watching at the window. "I'm going to bed okay? We'll talk in the morning."
Elaine smiled again, her baby girl was in love, and that made her the happiest mom in the world.
Upstairs, Anna removed her make up, and pulled on her comfiest, fluffiest pajamas. She shoved her hair in to a ponytail, and snuggled under the duvet, hugging the memory of the past few hours to herself. She was just drifting off to sleep, when a knocking sound woke her out of her sleepy daze. Her eyes darted toward the window. She was 18, but that doesn't mean she wasn't afraid of ghosts or boogeymen.
Instead, she found herself looking at Justin Bieber outside her bedroom window.