In Secret by Fevered_ByBiebs
Summary:

 

 Chanel walks into Justin's life and from that night forward he had no intention of letting her walk out. The only problem was his girlfrend. But what real problem was there if things were kept in secret?


Categories: Characters: Pattie Mallette, Ryan Butler, Scooter Braun, Selena Gomez
Genre: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Suspense
Length: Multi-Chapter
Tags: artist, backstage, betrayal, breakup, cheating, cute, fluff, forgiveness, friend, funny, hurt/comfort, jealousy, love/hate, not famous, paparazzi, shocking, sister, twitter
Warnings: Language
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 7 Completed: No Word count: 14820 Read: 224 Published: 04/27/17 Updated: 06/13/17
Story Notes:

Chanel: Kendall Jenner

Chelsea: Kylie Jenner

1. Chapter 1: Meeting by Fevered_ByBiebs

2. Chapter 2: Late Night Drive by Fevered_ByBiebs

3. Chapter 3: Visiting by Fevered_ByBiebs

4. Chapter 4: Pasadena by Fevered_ByBiebs

5. Chapter 5: Minneapolis by Fevered_ByBiebs

6. Chapter 6: More Ties by Fevered_ByBiebs

7. Chapter 7: Revelation by Fevered_ByBiebs

Chapter 1: Meeting by Fevered_ByBiebs
Author's Notes:


@chanelnococo: a walk will change your life

~Chanel’s POV~

I always wondered what the chances that today would be the day a life-changing event occurs for me.  I contemplated the chances of me losing my sister. I contemplated the chances of me modeling more than just for fun. I contemplated the chances of meeting the guy I would someway, somehow fall in love with. The amount of things that could potentially happen within my day was infinite, and that was the kind of thing I thought about on my nightly walk down the streets of my hometown of Calabasas.

It wasn’t unusual for me to crave a life-changing event when my current day-to-day life had been rather mundane and redundant. I graduated college with a near meaningless degree that got me a job working retail, a job I already had before my degree, I lived with my younger sister Chelsea in a house my retired parents left us, I hung out with the same couple of girls I had become best friends with by middle school, and a lot of other blah blah blah.

In the midst of my racing thought process and texting my sister, I bumped into a stranger wearing all black with his hoodie up.

“I am so sorry. I do this a lot. I should be more attentive,” I said apologetically. I could see the shadow of the grin on his face right before he pulled his hoodie back a little bit. His voice was familiar, but I had yet to see his face because I felt that my text was obviously more important in that moment in time.

“Maybe. That little black screen will do it to you,” he said. I chuckled.

“You got that right.” When I finally looked up, I froze after realizing why his voice sounded familiar. I knew his voice. I knew him. He switched into an automatic panic mode.

“Please don’t scream!” he whispered to me. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t draw attention to me right now.” I managed to calm my nerves, but my heart still raced.

“Lucky for you, I’m still kind of shocked and I can’t scream. For the record, I don’t have reason to scream.” He continued to walk and I followed along beside him.

“So running into teen heartthrobs is a normal thing for you?” he asked with glee in his voice.

“You’re not a teen.”

“Anymore, but that’s what I’m still known as sometimes.”

“Why are you following me?”

“You sound surprisingly not amused by my presence as if you didn’t just freeze up after seeing my face a minute ago.” I felt a slight blush fill my cheeks, so I looked down at my feet and gave a short laugh to hide it.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still a little frozen.”

“Starstruck?” he asked with a grin. “Or confused as to why I’m out here walking alone in all black at midnight?”

“Both.”

“Why are you walking alone out here at midnight?”

“I come out every night for a walk to reflect.”

“And I do the same.”

“So how come I’ve never bumped into you before?” I joked. I made him smile.

“I usually come out a bit later than this.”

“Why did you decide to come out earlier tonight?”

“I figured I’d be pleasantly surprised.”

“Were you?”

“If meeting a really pretty girl counts as pleasantly surprising, then yes. I was pleasantly surprised.” I grinned.

“Should I take that as a compliment or as you flirting with me?”

“Take it as you wish.”

“So you are flirting with me?” He shrugged and laughed.

“Does it sound like it?”

“It sounds like a pretty boy heartthrob who already has a girlfriend is trying to woo me.”

“Ouch, that hurt,” he said as we stopped in front of a huge, gated house.

“I don’t condone cheating and I am most certainly not going to be the girl caught up in a scandal with Justin Bieber.” He smiled nonchalantly as though my words didn’t effect him in the slightest bit.

“You are quite the know-it-all, huh?”

“Is that a bad thing?” He scanned his handprint on the screen beside the gate and it opened up.

“Can I offer you a break from your walk and a water bottle?”

“You walked me to your house?”

“You walked yourself here Pretty Girl. You were walking the opposite direction when you bumped into me.” I furrowed my eyebrows as I tried to recall what happened. He wasn’t lying.

“Wait a minute, you definitely did this on purpose. You trapped me in conversation so that I would have to follow you.”

“You didn’t have to follow me. You could’ve simply said ‘well, meeting you was cool, but I gotta go this way to get home’, but you didn’t. You chose to follow me.” In that moment, I caught myself following him once again, only this time it led me to the inside of his house. “See? You did it again.” He handed me a water bottle from his refrigerator with a smile on his face.

“You’re so… weird.”

“Says the girl who technically followed Justin Bieber into his home.”

“Says the guy who invited a random girl into his home and let her in.”

“Touche.”

“And, you don’t even know my name yet.” He sat down on a stool by the island in the kitchen and stared at me as though he were interested in me.

“‘Yet’? This is amazing. I can’t believe you’ll be telling me your name. I hope it happens soon. Though, I don’t exactly mind continuing to call you Pretty Girl.” I grinned.

“Chanel.”

“Classy.”

“Chanel, no Coco. That’s me.”

“That sounds like an Instagram handle. Is it yours?” I stayed quiet. “It is!” he said excitedly as he typed it into his phone and started to scroll through my account.

“Please don’t follow me. I don’t want a sudden increase in followers because your fans found me.”

“Don’t worry, I have a girlfriend, remember?” he said in a smartass tone that made me laugh.

“How is Selena?” He shrugged.

“She’s fine.”

“Why so… careless?”

“I care. I just can’t have a normal girl selling an inside scoop with me about my relationship.”

“Trust me, the last thing I care about is selling your business. You’re cute, your music is great and makes me happy, but that’s all the significance your celebrity self has contributed to my life and I’d like to keep it that way.” He smirked childishly.

“You think I’m cute.”

“So does your girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes before continuing to look at my pictures.

“You model.”

“For fun.”

“Why not seriously?”

“I’ve tried. No one’s really wanted to book me. It’s a dream deferred.”

“Don’t give up. Life-changing opportunities are sometimes sudden.”

“I can only hope.” I said after sending my sister a text. I turned around to throw away my water bottle and when I turned back, Justin had been typing on my phone. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you my number, obviously.”

“You’re joking.” I snatched my phone back only to see a new contact created on my screen.

“Try it.” I looked at him skeptically before sending him the waving emoji. His phone dinged. He held it up to me with a devilish smile to show me the number on his screen, which turned out to be mine. “And now I have yours.”

“You have a whole girlfriend, Justin!”

“I also have a whole lot of room for new friends!” he said copying my tone of voice.

“I feel the overwhelming urge to leave your house before you get me into any trouble,” I said as I slipped my leather jacket back on and walked towards the door.

“Let me walk you out. You know, so I can get you into trouble on your way out.” I glanced at him and rolled my eyes, which he found absolutely hilarious.

We walked for a couple of minutes until I was right outside of the gate.

“Well, this was… spontaneous,” I said nervously.

“Spontaneity is good. It adds excitement to a boring routine.” I nodded once.

“Right.”

“I’m going to let you get back home now.  It’s almost one in the morning.”

“Thanks for inviting me in for water.” He grinned.

“No problem.”

“Good night.”

“Good night,” he replied. I began to walk off before he called my name out. “Chanel,” he said. I turned to face him. “Text me sometime. I want to be friends.” He completed his statement with the most sarcastic yet adorable grin. I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head before continuing on.

On my walk back home, the only thought that lingered in my mind was that meeting Justin was going to bring me an adventure.

End Notes:

Thoughts? :)

Chapter 2: Late Night Drive by Fevered_ByBiebs
Author's Notes:


@chanelnococo: my sister makes better breakfast than yours

~Chanel’s POV~

The next morning, I woke up to a text from Justin. It read, “Good morning Pretty Girl, hope everything went okay at home”. I dismissed it and continued on with my regular morning routine. I showered, got dressed, did my makeup, attempted to fix my hair, and went downstairs to make breakfast. To my surprise, my sister had already begun to cook.

“Good morning!” she said cheerfully.

“Good morning. What's the occasion that you're making breakfast?”

“I just felt like it. I woke up in a good mood.”

“You’re lying.”

“Okay, okay. I'm lying. I'm excited!”

“Why?”

“I scored us front row tickets to see Justin Bieber in Pasadena next Saturday!” If only she knew about my encounter with him.

“That's cool. Are you sure you want to go with me though? Why don't you take your best friend?”

“Because I wanted to take you. Is that so bad?”

“Not at all.”

“You don't seem excited,” she asked with disappointment in her face. Even though my sister was nineteen years old, her sad face was that of a child’s. Truth be told, I didn't want to go to the concert.

“I'm sorry. I'm really happy you were able to get the tickets. My mind is just racing in thought. Nothing new.”

“What's on your mind?” I shook my head slightly and shrugged.

“I just have a weird feeling that something's going to change soon and I'm afraid to know what it is.”

“Maybe you'll finally get to start modeling as a job.”

“I can only hope. If not that then at least a job that shows I got my degree. I'm tired of working at Forever 21.”

“But the cute clothes!”

“But the struggle to pay bills and save money working a job that only pays me twelve dollars an hour!”

“Well, you're not alone. I work too, you know.”

“I know. Your lifeguarding helps. But you can't deny that it sucks not being able to have money handy to freely go on adventures or shop, maybe take a trip.”

“Agreed. One would think that living in Calabasas means we have money.”

“Nope. Mom and dad are just very generous.”

“Look, don't stress it, okay? We make ends meet, we always have food to eat, and we do have our fun. Our life isn't bad. With that being said, concert tickets. I bought them from my friend for so cheap and they're so close to him! Can you imagine him being so close in front of you?”

“Not at all.” It was actually a bit nerve-wracking.

“Well you're going to find out.”

“Oh boy.”

“Get excited! We're seeing Justin Bieber!” I laughed at her excitement.

“I'll try.”

~*~

During the nighttime, I had been watching the movie The Last Song on my TV in the most relaxed position on my bed that I could find. My phone dinged for the first time in hours. It was Justin again. This time, his message read, “going for a walk?” Yet again, I had no intention of replying to his message. But after another thirty minutes had passed by without a response, he called. I groaned and let the phone ring for a second before I picked up the phone.

“Yes, Justin?” I answered.

“You are quite the challenge to get a hold of, Pretty Girl.”

“I would've thought you'd gotten the hint I wanted to leave our encounter as just that, an encounter. I don't want you causing any trouble for me,” I said roughly. “And I thought you said you'd stop calling me that once I told you my name,” I said in an attempt to not sound so mean. He chuckled.

“I never agreed to that. And I promise I won't get you into any trouble. I was being honest when I said I wanted to be your friend.”

“Why do you want to be my friend so bad?”

“You don't treat me differently because of who I am. It took me an entire day just to contact you and get a reply for crying out loud. I don't have many genuine, non-celebrity friends. I'd love the change.”

“Fine. On the condition of no trouble.”

“I already promised.”

“Then you have a new friend.” He laughed.

“How about a walk?”

“I'm not up for it tonight.”

“Why not?”

“To be very honest with you, I am in the most comfortable position on my bed and I don't want to get up.”

“How about a drive? You don't have to do anything but sit beside me.”

“That entails me getting out of bed like I previously mentioned I did not want to do.”

“Come on lazy bones.”

“I'll get up on one condition.”

“And that is?”

“We get food.”

“Is that really all it takes to get you outside?”

“I never have a problem going on an adventure. Tonight is a rare occurrence.”

“Well, get ready to go out. Text me your address and I'll get there as soon as possible.”

“You got it. See you soon.”

“See you soon,” he said with a smile in his voice. I hung up, tossed my phone on my bed, and got up to look into my closet.

I decided to dress comfortably. I wasn't trying to impress Justin with what I wore or draw attention to myself, not that I had a body to show off regardless. I wore a pair of high-waisted black shorts, a loose white, deep V-neck that revealed my black lace bralette tucked into the shorts, my short black leather boots, and a long, loose white cardigan since it was often breezy at this time of night despite the fact it was summertime. I kept my makeup simple but wore a bold red lip. I fluffed up my loose, black waves and just as I grabbed my small bag, my phone dinged. Justin had told me he parked outside my house.

As I made my way downstairs, I bumped into Chelsea in the kitchen.

“Where are you going? You look too cute.” I laughed.

“I'm wearing something pretty regular.”

“It's passed midnight.”

“It's also Saturday night. Go to bed,” I said with a laugh.

“How are you sending me to bed when you're going out? What if I wanna go out?”

“Then go out, but don't hold me up.” I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and started to head toward to the door.

“You're meeting a guy, aren't you?” Chelsea said as she chased after me.

“He's just a friend,” I replied. I closed the door behind me and ran to the car before my sister could ask me more questions.

As promised, Justin’s car had been waiting outside. He knew better than to roll the window down and I couldn't be more thankful for that. When I got inside and took my seat, he locked the doors before I could even buckle my seatbelt.

“I'm kidnapping you. You're mine now,” he said with a smirk.

“I thought you promised me no trouble?” He sighed.

“You got me. I'm not kidnapping you. But if you're going to ride around with me, I'm going to have to keep you safe. Is that cool?” I grinned.

“That's okay. So, where to?”

“You tell me. You're the one that wants to get food.”

“Start driving. I'll figure it out en route. My sister gave me the third degree on my way out and I know her. She's staring out the window waiting to see who my ‘just a friend’ is.”

“Is she a fan?”

“Huge.”

“Two peas in a pod.”

“Who said I was a fan of yours?”

“You did, last night when you told me my music makes you happy. If my music makes you happy then essentially that means you like it and if you like it then you're a fan.”

“I can't fight that.”

“You're a pretty weird fan, you know that?”

“How do you figure?”

“I don't think I've ever met a fan to wants to steer clear of me so bad to avoid trouble. I'd figure a fan would want to befriend me.”

“It's not so much that I haven't wanted to befriend you. I mean, come on. I froze when I first saw your face yesterday.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don't want my face popping up in the media with allegations of a scandal or being the reason you start to lose focus on your work.”

“So you have faith that I’d be that interested in you to the point where I'd lose focus of my work?” I laughed.

“Why do you always turn what I say around into something like that?” He laughed in return.

“Because it almost sounds like you're afraid I'm going to fall in love with you or something.”

“This is not a movie. I know better than that.”

“Now, if you have those qualities that would make me fall in love with you, then we have a problem.”

“Do I have any?” He glanced over at me while driving.

“Slow down there Cupid, I've only known you for a day.”

“You're so annoying. This makes me not want to be your friend.”

“Is that so?” he asked, smirking at me at a red light.

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that! With those eyes and… and that smirk!”

“You sound a little nervous.”

“I'm not. I'm fine.”

“Are you sure? You’re acting like a thirteen-year-old with a crush on Justin Bieber.”

“Negative.”

“You put up a cute front, but I do see right through you. You’re trying really hard to not act like a fan. You can. It’s okay,” he said with a chuckle.

“Justin, I like you less and less the more time I spend with you,” I said with that same chuckle.

“I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it slide. And now you need to decide what you want to eat.”

“In-N-Out.”

“Well that was quick. I’ve never met a girl that can decide what she wants to eat that quickly.”

“I’m not a difficult girl.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Flirting.”

“Would it be such a terrible thing that Justin Bieber is flirting with you?”

“Yes.”

“Let me guess, because I have a girlfriend.”

“Of course.”

“Right.”

“Do you even care about her?”

“Why would you ask me that again?”

“Because I’m getting this feeling that you’re trying to get me to figure something out about you two.” He shrugged.

“Don’t overthink it. Anyway, burgers and fries? Then we’ll drive to a spot I like to go to.”

“Where?”

“That’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.”

“I just learned something new about you. That’s the goal of this adventure.” He looked over at me real quick and smiled.

I wasn’t going to deny that my heart melted just by being in close proximity to him, or that I was enjoying his effort to befriend me. But part of me still felt hesitation in doing so and I didn’t know why.

~*~

We had been parked at a secluded spot away from all contact for about three hours. At that point, it was about four in the morning. Not one bit were either of us tired.

“I did not realize this much time had passed. I should probably get you home,” said Justin. I sighed.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Was that what I thought it was?”

“What?”

“A sigh of disappointment?” I blushed, smiled, and looked out the window.

“It was. I can’t lie. I’ve had fun. I don’t do this kind of thing. I haven’t had good enough company to do so up until you.”

“Oh my god. You’re being sweet. I must be in the twilight zone.” I giggled.

“I’m actually such a sweetheart. I just haven’t showed you that side of me yet. Not until now, anyway.”

“I like sweetheart Chanel. I hope I see her more often.” We made eye contact when he smiled at me and I couldn’t help but shift nervously in my seat.

“We should go.”

“Of course.”

The drive back seemed to go by fast, though that might have been because I fell asleep. Justin woke me up by shaking my knee gently.

“You’re home,” he said. I yawned before fixing my cardigan and blinking a few times to clear my vision. When I looked over at Justin, he’d been staring at me with a grin.

“Why are you grinning at me?”

“Because you’re adorable.” I rolled my eyes, but grinned back.

“I wish I didn’t have to go. I must admit, you’re a great person to hang out with.”

“So let’s hang out again tonight. I’ll pick you up whenever you’re in the mood to see me again and we’ll come back to my place this time.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Cool. Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I had fun.”

“You are very welcome.” Just as I had begun to open the car door, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back.

“Can I just ask of one more thing from you?”

“What is it?”

“Don’t make it a mission for me to get in contact with you.” I chuckled.

“Fine. But don’t blow up my phone if I don’t answer right away.”

“Deal. I’ll see you tonight Pretty Girl. Get some sleep.”

“You too.”

Justin had made it a habit to not drive away until I was inside my house, which I had been standing in front of.  For the first time since we’d met, I hesitated to part ways with him.

Chapter 3: Visiting by Fevered_ByBiebs
Author's Notes:


@chanelnococo: we found mom and dad's old phones

~Justin’s POV~

I had just finished cleaning my house in preparation of Chanel coming over. My best friend Ryan had spent the day with me, without lending a helping hand of course. After cleaning, I took a shower and got dressed just a little better than usual. Ryan took notice.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not really going out.”

“So someone is covering over.”

“Correct.”

“Tell Selena I said hey.” I stiffened up a bit and started to walk away from him.

“Not Selena,” I mumbled.

“What?” he asked while following me.

“Not Selena,” I said a little louder this time. He looked shocked.

“Then who?”

“A she.”

“Tell me about her,” he said curiously.

“Her name is Chanel. I met her when I took that walk the other day around midnight. She’s a cute little five-foot-three girl, dark hair, brown eyes, and perfect skin. Her smile is bright enough to light up an entire room.” I pulled out my phone and looked up her Instagram to show Ryan.

“Wow, she’s hot.”

“She is absolutely beautiful. I’ve been hanging out with her for a couple of days. She has amazing traits too.”

“Is she a fan?”

“She’s a big fan and she likes to front like she isn’t.”

“Why?”

“I used to think she was just trying to prove to me that she's not a crazed fan girl. But now that I know her a little better, I know it's because she's treating me like a regular guy.”

“Is it genuine?”

“I believe it is.”

“Do you like her?” I felt my cheeks become warm. I grinned before looking back at Ryan.

“I do. I like her.”

“How? You've known her for a few days.”

“And we've spent enough time together in the last few days for me to decide that I like her.”

“I don't know Justin. This doesn't seem safe. She could get you into a lot of trouble.”

“With who? Selena? Is she really a problem, Ryan?”

“She is. You’ll get in trouble with Scooter too.”

“How is Selena a problem? She knows what it is.”

“But she also actually wants you.”

“I’m tired of being with Selena for PR. She's a cool girl, a great friend, but I don't want a relationship with her, especially a fake one for publicity.”

“Does Chanel know it's PR?”

“No. I haven't told her. I don't want her to think I'm thirsting for her. I'm not. But I already know that my feelings for her will escalate as time passes by. I want to develop a friendship with her to see if it could go somewhere else. If it does, it'll be amazing. If not, then that's okay too. She's an amazing girl. I want her in my life regardless.”

“I want to meet her to see what's so great about her that she's got you wanting to stop messing around with Selena Gomez.”

“Like I said, cool great, great friend, very beautiful, sex is good, but she's not who I want as my girlfriend.”

“You're literally going insane.”

“Not at all. I know what I'm doing. Now leave my house, I have to pick up Chanel.”

“Or, the three of us can hang out so I can meet her.”

“Fine, but you're leaving after an hour.”

“That's a deal.”

About half an hour later, we were parked outside of Chanel's house. Ryan continued to ask questions as we waited for her to come out.

“She's twenty-one and she has a house? Goals.”

“Her parents paid it off and left it to her and her sister.”

“She has a sister? If she's hot I want her.”

“Chelsea is indeed beautiful too.”

“This is great. Thank you for liking Chanel.”

“Shut up, she's walking towards the car.” A few seconds later, the passenger seat door opened and Chanel took her seat beside me.

“Hi!” she said cheerfully. Before I could think twice about it, I leaned over and kissed her cheek, which caught her off guard and made her blush.

“We’re in a car. I can't hug you,” I said with a smile.

“Okay,” she said shyly.

“Chanel, Ryan, Ryan, Chanel.” I motioned to the backseat and when Chanel looked back, she greeted Ryan with an adorable smile and wave.

“Hi. You're his best friend.”

“And I hear you're his best fan.”

“He's lying,” I told her. “But you are my favorite.”

“That's weird. I'd like to think your girlfriend would be your favorite fan.” Ryan sat back in his seat in awe. I shifted in my seat to face her and laugh.

“How long are you going to keep using the girlfriend joke on me?”

“For as long as she's your girlfriend.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?” She blushed and chuckled.

“Wow, I can feel the tension in the air between you two,” Ryan said while making hand motions.

“There is no tension,” said Chanel. “We're just good friends.”

“I’m just going to leave it at that for now,” he said.

“Please do, you're talking too much.”

“So your place?” Chanel asked.

“Yes, my place. I ordered pizza so it'll be there soon. We're going to have to beat the delivery guy there.”

“Drive carefully.”

“Of course. Precious cargo is in the front seat.”

“Aw, you're so sweet,” Ryan intervened from the back. I cracked a smile and shook it off.

Back at my house, Ryan had been having the time of his life getting to know Chanel. He was learning a lot of the things I learned about her when she and I had spent hours talking in my car last night. I felt a little jealous that she'd been paying him mind until I remembered he was only going to be there for a few more minutes since his hour with us was nearly up.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Ryan asked her, something I never even bothered to ask her.

“No, I don't,” she answered shyly.

“How is that possible? You're such a cool girl. There's nothing to dislike.”

“I have a problem with letting someone in that I feel a bond with. It's out of fear that it's too good to be true or that it won't work out. I haven't let someone in after I got my heart broken about three years ago. It was very dreadful.”

“I would've never thought that,” I piped in.

“I've known you for like three days,” she rebutted.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“I wanna talk about it now,” said Ryan.

“If I recall, you were only supposed to stay an hour. Your hour is up. You have something to do, right?” Chanel looked uncomfortable. Thankfully, Ryan got the hint and expressed his loyalty.

“That's right. I'm going to head out. It was nice to meet you, Chanel. I'll catch you later Justin.” Chanel waved.

“Catch you later,” I replied. He hurried out of the house and I locked the door behind him.

“Ryan's cool,” Chanel said in an attempt to make conversation.

“By the looks of it, he thinks you are too.”

“I can see why you've been best friends for so long.”

“His loyalty never falters, even through his annoying jokes, remarks, and habits.”

“Do you know why he asked me if I have a boyfriend?”

“No, not at all.”

“Are you sure? It kind of sounded like he was trying to play wingman.”

“Oh no, you see, he couldn't possibly have been doing that. I have a girlfriend.”

“Your sarcasm never falters.”

“And yet, you adore it,” I said while smoothly sitting close beside her.

“It reminds me of myself sometimes.”

“One of the many reasons we get along.”

“Can we backtrack the conversation a bit?”

“How far?”

“To when you told Ryan you have a problem letting guys in.”

“What about that?”

“You never told me that.”

“Like I pointed out earlier, you've known me for three days.”

“Are you sure that's the reason?”

“Why wouldn't it be?” I paused, then I shook my head.

“Never mind. Forget I even tried to question you. I'm sorry.”

“Uh, it's okay.” She looked down and started fidgeting with her fingers.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I didn't mean to.”

“Can I be honest with you, for a change?”

“Aren't you always?”

“Well, yeah. But I mean about you. Or how I feel? How I feel about you? Or maybe-”

“Is that another thing you do when you're nervous? You babble?”

“You know the other thing?”

“You can’t exactly hide finger fidgeting.” She let out a chuckle. “Talk to me.” I placed a gentle hand on her back and caressed her briefly before retrieving my hand again.

“I'm just gonna burst out and say it before I start babbling again.”

“Say it,” I said with a grin.

“Wait, you already know,” she said in a moment of shock.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I changed my mind. I don't want to talk about anything.”

“Why not?” She laughed.

“Because no! I'm going to sound like such a fan.” She got up from her seat and started to walk away from me. I sped after her and was able to stop in front of her. She tried to turn around again, but I grabbed her waist and held her in a tight embrace with my arms wrapped around her back. She squeezed her eyes shut as if I’d disappear before she opened them up again.

“So sound like one. I want to hear you as who you are.” She opened her eyes and made eye contact with me for about half a second before she looked down.

“You make me so nervous,” she said.

“What else?” I asked her.

“There’s just something about you that makes it hard for me to act like you don’t get to me.”

“You like me. Like like me.”

“I wouldn’t take it that far.”

“I know you’re lying.” I let her go and walked her over to my couch where we sat and continued to converse.

“You’re the one that likes me,” she said. I cracked a grin.

“The difference between you and I is that I won’t hide it or lie about it. I do like you. But I know that all we are is friends and that all we should be is friends.”

“How can you like me after three days of knowing me? I could turn out to be a psycho. Or perhaps I was sent as bait for the press. Maybe they’re paying me to be here right now and get my hands on a scandalous story.”

“I know enough about you that I know you don’t roll that way. It only took me three days to like you because, let’s face it, I’ve spent entirely too many hours with you these last three days. I know a lot of things about you. I have a sense of your character. You’re an amazing girl, Chanel.” She grinned. “Look, it’s okay to admit that you like me. I’m not going to treat you any differently, nor will I let you act differently with me. We’re friends, got it?”

“Got it.”

“But I’m still going to flirt with you.”

“Once again, I ask, what about your girlfriend?”

“What about her?”

“Justin, that’s wrong. You can’t be in a relationship and flirt with other girls.”

“I’m not flirting with other girls. Just a girl,” he said with a smile.

“You know what I mean. That can get you into trouble, and the fact that I’m the one you’re flirting with will get me into trouble. Remember what I said? I’m your friend on the one condition that you won’t bring me trouble.” I sat closer beside her and placed a gentle hand on her knee.

“What fun is life without a little trouble?”

Chapter 4: Pasadena by Fevered_ByBiebs
Author's Notes:

Chanel's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_246/set?id=220881958

@chanelnococo: Purpose

~Chanel’s POV~

Tonight was the night of the concert. All I could think about was that I never told Justin that I was going to his Pasadena show. On the way there with Chelsea, I was sincerely hoping and praying that Justin didn’t notice me in the crowd, or if he did, that he’d treat me like any other fan and just ignore me or not pay me much mind for long.

Upon arrival to the venue, Chelsea and I were forced to join the swarm of die-hard fans. Though I was excited to see Justin perform, I was not excited to be caught up in the mess of fans that forgot how to act normal, and unfortunately, my sister was one of them.

“We have to follow them!” Chelsea said while chasing after a large crowd.

“No we don’t. We’re probably not even in the same section.”

“What if they know where he is?”

“Chelsea, he’s not even here yet.”

“How do you know?”

“He sent m-” I almost slipped up. “I mean, he posted a snapchat. He was on his way.”

“I didn’t even know. I was driving.”

“Look at it.” She rushed to unlock her phone and get to Snapchat. She watched a different snap on his story than the one he sent me, but thankfully, it still showed that he was on his way to the venue.

“YAY OH MY GOD!” she yelled.

“Can you not scream yet? Nothing has even happened.”

“You’re killing my vibe. Get excited please.”

“I will, when he comes on stage.”

“Sis, you honestly look so cute. I can’t get over you.” I smiled.

“Thanks.”

“I hope I get to be the One Less Lonely Girl. I’m cute enough.”

“He doesn’t do that this tour.”

“He has.”

“Maybe once or twice but he doesn’t do it anymore the way he used to. I highly doubt he’ll bring it back for tonight’s show.”

“Party pooper. I should’ve just brought my best friend.”

“I’m being realistic!” Besides being realistic, I was stating a fact that he told me himself one night that we were texting.

“Whatever.”

We got our bags checked and got our tickets scanned in. Chelsea and I bought a couple of snacks to eat while we waited for the opening act. We continued to have regular conversation, but on the inside I was freaking out by just how close to the stage we were. It was then that I knew this night wasn’t going to be as fun for me as it should’ve been.

~*~

About thirty minutes into Justin being on stage, my sister had already cried once, screamed enough that I heard a ringing in my left ear, and stepped on me a few times. I was over her, but I had still been having a little fun, that is, until Justin noticed me in the midst of singing Company and smiled at me. That’s when I began to freak out. He finished singing the song about a minute later, walked back to the middle of the stage where he had a water bottle, took a sip, and then whispered something to a couple of his dancers. Fear filled my chest.

“Do you guys ever feel a little lonely? Like you need some company?” he asked the crowd. Of course, everyone cheered. “I thought so,” he said with a chuckle. “I can only imagine how many of you there are, how many lonely girls I have out here in the crowd.”

“No way…” Chelsea said to me.

“He wouldn’t…” I said back while keeping my eyes locked on him on stage.

“I’m going to bring back a little tradition from an old tour. It wasn’t in the plan for tonight, but I think I have the power to deviate a little. How would one of you beautiful ladies like to be one less lonely girl tonight?”

“He’s going to do it!” Chelsea said while shaking my arm.

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

“Huh?”

“Nothing,” I clarified. She dismissed me easily. Justin’s dancers brought out a stool to the middle of the stage and the band started to play the music to One Less Lonely Girl.

“I think I’m going to do the honor of picking my girl tonight,” Justin said as he walked to the edge of the stage. He acted like he was scanning the crowd for all of two seconds before his eyes landed on me and he smiled again. “Bring this pretty girl backstage for me,” he told his security guard. Every girl in my section stared at me in jealousy and envy, including my own sister.

“He chose you!” she told me in surprise.

“Oh boy,” I said before leaving my seat. Usually, I would refuse to be the center of attention, but tonight I didn’t want to embarrass Justin in front of the large crowd.

The security guard walked with me through the quickest route backstage that he knew. I could hear Justin begin to sing from it.

“When the doors open, you walk on stage,” he told me. I nodded to let him know I understood. I was beyond nervous.

While caught up in thought, the doors opened before me and I froze for a second before remembering I needed to walk out, so I did. I sat on the stool and tried my best to look relaxed, but after watching him sing for just a few seconds, all my worries disappeared and I smiled easily. He approached me with a bouquet of red roses and then held me in a hug for what seemed like a long time before he pulled away, held my free hand, and continued to sing to me. Then, he simply stood behind me and hugged me from behind for the rest of the song. After he finished hitting the last note, he gave me the longest kiss on the cheek and the tightest hug. He gave me one last kiss on the cheek before taking my hand and bringing me backstage again.

“I can’t believe you’re here. You just made my whole night,” he said after pushing his head mic aside.

“Remember that thing I told you about last week? About you making me really nervous? Well, yeah. I’m stuck. I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Thank you so much for coming.” We embraced in a long, tight hug before Scooter came from wherever he was watching.

“Justin,” he said to get his attention. We pulled away really quickly.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I messed up the flow of the show. I was just really feeling the crowd. I wanted to mix it up,” he said.

“It’s no problem. But you do have to get back on stage in the next minute two minutes for your next song.”

“I’ll be right out.”

“I’ll escort your one less lonely girl out,” said Scooter.

“Wait,” Justin said abruptly. “Can she watch the rest of the show backstage?” Scooter looked at him funny. “I mean, that’s what doing the One Less Lonely Girl routine is about, making the girl feel special for a little while.”

“And her time is up after you finish that last note.”

“It’s honestly okay,” I piped in. “I’m with my sister. She’s waiting for me to get back. Thank you for the song and the flowers,” I told him with a grin.

“Okay, I need to get back to where I was. Security will escort her out. Security!” Scooter called out as he walked away from us, leaving us alone. Justin panicked as he only had a number of seconds left to see me up close.

“Please hang around by your seat when the show is over. I want to see you again,” he whispered innocently. “I’ll send a guard to get you and your sister, okay?” We saw the security guard approaching us. “Okay?” he asked again in confirmation.

“Okay,” I whispered. He smiled. Just then, the doors opened, Justin ran back on stage, and I walked with security back to my seat.

And just like that, I’d begun to feel just a little more strongly towards him.

~*~

After the show finished, everyone rushed out of their seats to exit the venue. Just as Chelsea was about to join the crowd, I pulled her back by the elbow.

“What?” she asked.

“Stay here for a while,” I told her.

“Why?”

“Hold on.” I waited for the section to clear out a little more to avoid people overhearing.

“What’s up with you?” I pulled her in closer.

“Justin told me to hang around after the show so we could go backstage. He’s going to send a guard to come get us.” Chelsea looked like she had stopped breathing for a quick second.

“No way… oh my god.”

“Yes, but please don’t act like this. Act normal. And don’t make it obvious that we’re hanging back for a reason.”

A couple of minutes later, the guard came and escorted us backstage. Chelsea acted like a child that was headed to a candy shop. We stopped at Justin’s dressing room door and the guard knocked. I faintly heard Justin say “open” just before the security opened the door and let us in. My sister sped inside and squealed before I could even get my two feet in the room.

“Hi!” she said eagerly.

“You must be Chanel’s sister. It’s nice to meet you,” he said before giving her a hug.

“I’m Chelsea.”

“You have a beautiful name, Chelsea.” She looked at me with the cheesiest smile.

“Your show was amazing! Thank you for letting us backstage and meeting you.”

“Well, I’ve met-” I nudged Justin and gave him a slight look to let him know that Chelsea didn’t know he and I were friends. He understood right away. “I’ve met plenty of fans outside. I thought I’d treat my one less lonely girl and her guest to a private meet and greet.”

“Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me. Can we take pictures with you?”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be a meet and greet without them.”

“Can I use a bathroom first?”

“Sure. The guard will escort you.” So he did, and he left Justin and I alone in the meantime.

“Well… that’s my sister.”

“She is a true fan.” I chuckled.

“She adores you. She doesn’t know that you and I are friends. I never told her. If she knew that I’ve been hanging out with you and texting you for the last two weeks, she’d die.”

“How come you never told her?”

“I just didn’t want her to try to take advantage or act like that. That behavior is only bearable for so long.”

“Is that why you don’t act like that with me?” he asked with a smirk. I smiled and shook my head.

“More like I just don’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of you.” He pinched my cheek.

“You’re so adorable.”

“Thanks, I try.” We shared a laugh.

“Do you plan on telling her?”

“We’ll tell her when she comes back. I don’t want to keep it a secret. I’d like for her to know that I’m friends with you and that we hang out and stuff.”

“Friends.”

“We are friends.”

“You better than anyone knows I don’t want to be ‘friends’,” he said while pulling me in by my waist. I backed away immediately.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble now. You’re taken.” He stifled a laugh. “Speaking of, where is your girlfriend? I’m surprised she didn’t make it to this show considering she lives just an hour away as well.”

“She’s in New York right now. So, why didn’t you tell me you were coming to my show tonight?”

“I didn’t want you to pull something like what you did today and attract attention to me. You don’t understand how hard I was trying to make sure you didn’t see me tonight.”

“You were in the third row!” I laughed.

“I know! I tried my best, but you still found me.”

“Of course I did. I could never miss my little ray of sunshine.” He tapped my nose with his finger and we shared a smile before being interrupted by Chelsea.

“You two seem to have gotten well acquainted while I was gone,” she said. Justin motioned for the security guard to let us have our privacy with the door closed.

“Funny you should mention that,” said Justin.

“What? You two being well acquainted?”

“Mhm. Why are we so well acquainted Pretty Girl?” he asked me. I nudged him.

“I told you to stop calling me that and to call me by my name.”

“What’s going on?” Chelsea asked.

“This isn’t my first time meeting Justin. We’ve been friends for a couple of weeks.”

“WHAT? AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?”

“All those times I was going out late with ‘my friend’, I was hanging out with Justin.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re a crazy fan.”

“Wow. Where is the loyalty?” Chelsea asked. “You two are really close friends?”

“We are,” Justin confirmed. “That’s why I picked her to be my one less lonely girl. I acted like I was scanning the crowd, but as soon as I saw Chanel I knew I was having her come on stage.”

“Annoying.”

“You didn’t seem like you were complaining on stage.” I felt my cheeks flush with warmth. “That’s what I thought.”

“I did it for the free roses.”

“Sure you did.”

“I feel like such an odd one out. You two are completely cool and comfortable with each other and I’m just awkwardly standing here.”

“Don’t worry, we’re going to head out. We have an hour drive home.”

“I’ll take you guys home.”

“We drove in our car,” said Chelsea. “We can’t just leave it an hour away.” Justin chuckled.

“He meant he’d drive us in our car, Chels,” I told her.

“Don’t you celebrate after your concerts?” she asked him.

“Sometimes. Most times I just go back to where I’m staying and I rest.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? I also don’t want to-”

“Get me in any trouble. I know,” he said to me with a slight grin. “You’re such a doll. But, I’ll be fine. At the end of the day, I can handle myself. Scooter can intervene but so much.”

“It’s a long drive.”

“It’s okay, you’ll massage me when we get to your house, right?”

“You’re funny.”

“Come on, I gave you roses and I sang you a song. How much more can I possibly do for you today?” I laughed.

“You two seem closer than I thought,” Chelsea said with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“We’re comfortable around each other, that’s all,” Justin told her.

Yeah, that was all.

~*~

Justin had driven us home as he had promised, stayed over for a couple of hours, and was about to leave to walk home.

“Thank you ladies for letting me spend time with you at your house,” he told Chelsea and I.

“Of course,” Chelsea said. “You’re welcome anytime.”

“And you,” he said while pinching my cheeks, “you’ve been a great one less lonely girl for the night.”

“I’m gonna let you guys say good night,” Chelsea is said while walking upstairs.

“I’m so happy you came tonight. Really, you have no clue.”

“No clue from the fifty times you’ve told me throughout the night?”

“Funny.”

“Thank you for driving us home. I can’t imagine how tired you are after the show and an unnecessary one-hour drive.”

“You know why I did it.” I grinned and looked down at my feet.

“You should get home now. It’s late.”

“I’m trying to buy time to spend with you. I’m about to tour for the next month which means I won’t be able to see you in person for a month. Can you just let me live?”

“I adore you. You know this. But you need to take it down a notch. You’re being too affectionate. Remember, I don’t condone you acting like you and I are something we’re not while you have a girlfriend.” He sighed.

“I know. I’m sorry. Come here.” He pulled me into a hug and we just held each other for a while.

“It’s only been a short amount of time but I am very attached to you. I’m genuinely going to miss seeing you during my month away.”

“It’s only a month. You’ll be fine.”

“As long as I get to FaceTime you.” I chuckled.

“Of course. Now go, seriously.”

“Fine. Thank you for coming, you made my night, you are amazing, and stay pretty.”

“Text me when you’re home.”

“Anything for my Nelly.”

“That’s a new name.”

“I like it, so get used to it,” he called out from outside. I gave him one last smile before I closed the door.

I started to go upstairs only to see Chelsea sitting at the top step eavesdropping.

“It sounds like you two are a little more than friends,” she told me. I sat down beside her to tell her about it.

“There’s something there. Nothing big, but something. We put it aside to be friends.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Yes, Chelsea, I know. That's why we don't act upon any feelings.”

“You better not ruin things for them.”

“You're my sister. You're supposed to be on my side.”

“I'm not supporting him cheating on Selena with you. That's just wrong, period.”

“He's not cheating and I'm not helping him cheat. Can you just listen, please?” She sighed.

“I'm listening.”

“I don't want to date him. The reason he acts like that with me is because of that. I cover up what I feel so that it doesn't get in the way of us being platonic with each other. He's the one that likes to engage in the dangerous behavior. Remember what he did on stage? Him choosing me as his one less lonely girl was just an excuse to be able to do that stuff and get away with it. That's what he does. I tell him all the time to cool it, but he just doesn't want to.”

“So he's the one in the wrong?”

“If that's what you want to call it.”

“I don't get it. Why doesn't he just break up with her to be with you?”

“I don't know. Regardless, that's not what I want. I don't want to be the reason a relationship ends.”

“So you, my sister, are in an unspoken relationship with Justin Bieber, the love of my life.”

“We're not in a relationship.”

“You are exchanging feelings of more than friends with the love of my life.”

“Sorry?”

“I'm not mad,” she said with a gentle smile. “If anyone's going to have his heart I’m glad it's you. If you two were to ever be together, I'd totally support it. I saw how you two interacted. He adores you.”

“That's why you calmed down?”

“Correct. My fangirl days have been put to rest from this day forward. He’s yours.” I grinned.

“I wish,” I mumbled.

Chapter 5: Minneapolis by Fevered_ByBiebs
Author's Notes:


@justinbieber: when your girl comes to visit you on tour :)

~Justin’s POV~

It had been about two weeks since I last saw Chanel and I had begun to really miss her, only it was hard to show because Selena had flown out to see me and show her face by my side. My next show was at the U.S. Bank Stadium in Minneapolis, but all I wanted to do was relive my Pasadena show.

Backstage, I had left the crew to be in my dressing room alone so I could catch a break to possibly call or FaceTime Chanel, but that intention was shot down when Selena came knocking on my door.

“Hey you,” she said sweetly.

“Hey.”

“What's wrong with you? You seem a little out of it.”

“I think I'm just tired. A little hungry too, not going to lie.”

“I can get you something.”

“It's okay. I just need a quick snack. I go on stage in about an hour and I don't want to perform on a full stomach.”

“Can I talk to you about something?” she asked.

“What's up?”

“You've been acting different with me lately. Why?”

“Different how?”

“Not as affectionate or into this.”

“You do know you and I are just a publicity stunt, right?” I was confused.

“I know that. But there's still something between us even when the cameras aren't on us.”

“Yeah, a friendship with benefits.”

“You're being kind of an asshole right now.”

“Selena, I'm being honest with you. I'm not going to sugar coat what we are. I'm not going to tell you how to feel either because that's something you can't control, but understand that you and I are not together. We are not a real couple. All we've ever been is a publicity stunt and friends with benefits because it was convenient for us to be exclusively that to each other.”

“But I like you. A lot. I always have. Why can't we be more than that, for real? You already act like my boyfriend and you seem really into it too.”

“It's called acting, Selena. I have to act like your boyfriend. I have to act like I'm in love with you. I'm sorry that I sound so cold and like a terrible guy. You know I'm not. I just don't feel for you what you feel for me. I'm sorry that that hurts your feelings, but that's how I feel. I don't want to be more than friends with you. You're a beautiful girl, an amazing friend, but that's all you are to me.” She looked upset and shed a tear. I stood up from my chair to sit beside her and wipe the tear away. “Please don't hate me. I wasn't intentionally trying to hurt your feelings, but you deserve to know the whole truth to what this is.”

“I don't hate you. I know it’s not because of another girl either. You two would be all over the media. I just wish things were different.” That's where she was wrong, but I wasn't going to correct her.

“I'm sorry,” was all I could say to her. She took a deep breath, wiped another tear away, and then smiled.

“It's fine, I'm fine. We're still friends and there are no secrets between us. So, happy faces for the camera and we make everyone happy.”

“Speaking of making everyone happy, I've been told to make you my one less lonely girl tonight since you popped up for your ‘surprise’ visit. Are you cool with that?”

“When have I ever declined being serenaded by you?”

“No.”

“Then I'm not starting now,” she said with a chuckle. “I saw videos of you singing to that fan in Pasadena. It was really nice of you to do that.” I thought back to that night and how I felt singing to Chanel. A smile grew on my face. “What made you decide to do the routine that night? And what made you pick her?”

“It was just a really great crowd and my first show of this year North American tour. I thought I'd start off strong. As for the girl… I don't know. She just stood out to me.”

“Do you know her?”

“No. Why?”

“It was just a question. I believe you. Anyway, I'm going to head back to my dressing room. I'll see you on stage.”

“See you.”

Selena left my room and closed the door behind her. I waited a couple of minutes to make sure she was actually gone. Once I was sure that she was, I took my phone out to FaceTime Chanel. But I was interrupted once again.

“Justin, it's Scooter. I need you to rehearse with your vocal coach.” I groaned to myself.

“Can it wait ten minutes?”

“Now,” he ordered. I heard him walk away. I decided to video call Chanel either way. She didn't take long to answer.

“Hey superstar,” she answered with a smile. “Aren't you supposed to be on stage?”

“Very soon, yes. I've also been ordered to do a vocal rehearsal right now and I'm delaying.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what? Is everything okay?” she asked in a nervous tone.

“No.”

“What's wrong?”

“I miss you,” I said with a grin. She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“You had me concerned. I thought something was actually wrong.”

“This counts.”

“I miss having you around too. But it's only a couple of more weeks. You'll be back home soon.”

“Why is your voice so comforting?”

“Why are you flirting with me at this dangerous time?”

“I like seeing you smile.”

“Justin, I said vocal rehearsal, NOW!” Scooter yelled from outside of my dressing room.

“Sounds like you have to go.”

“Yeah, I do,” I replied in a low voice. “After the show I'm going back to my hotel. I'll FaceTime you again when I get settled in.”

“Take your time, superstar. The life of fame is hectic.”

“You're amazing.” I made her smile.

“I'll talk to you later. Bye.”

“Bye Nelly.” She hung up.

I couldn't wait to be back at the hotel.

~*~

It was nearly two in the morning in Minneapolis, which meant it was only midnight in Calabasas. I had finally been settled into bed. My first priority was FaceTiming Chanel again. When I did, she did not hesitate to answer.

“You look comfy,” she said.

“You have no idea how amazing this bed feels.”

“I can only imagine after putting on a three hour show.”

“No kidding.”

“I saw Selena surprised you and popped up there.” I almost slipped up and told her that it was planned all along, but I caught myself.

“She did. Then I did the One Less Lonely Girl routine on her to make her trip worthwhile.”

“Yeah, I saw that too,” she said with a little disappointment in her voice.

“How?”

“A fan page I follow on Instagram did a live stream during the routine. I saw the whole thing.”

“Oh,” I said with a hint of guilt.

“Look, you don't have to feel guilty about it. She is your girlfriend. You have the right to do those things. I know I'm not the only girl you make feel special.”

“Chanel-”

“I'm serious. At the end of the day, we’re just best friends.” I wanted to tell her so badly that I was actually single and not in a relationship, but I knew I was still in a position where I couldn't do that.

“I'm still sorry. Also, I hate that you always know what I'm feeling just by looking at me. It makes it hard for me to hide my emotions from you.” She cracked a smile.

“If it makes you feel better, I hate that you can do the same to me.”

“It's a gift.”

“It's an annoyance.” We shared a laugh that was disrupted by a knock on my door.

“Justin?” Selena asked from the outside. I froze.

“Uh, Chanel, I'm going to call you back.”

“Okay,” she said calmly. I hung up the call and got up to answer my door. Selena walked in wearing a red silk robe tied at the waist with her arms crossed.

“Is everything okay?” I asked her.

“Yeah, everything's fine. I just thought you could use a little company.” She continued to walk into my room and ended up standing by my bed.

“I was doing just fine alone,” I said as I walked back to my bed. I sat where I had been while on my call with Chanel, against my pillows and completely relaxed.

“Well, I was lonely. I thought maybe you could help me out,” she said as she untied her robe, revealing a lingerie set she had been wearing. I sighed. “And I know I could help you out.”

“I hate to admit it but you look very tempting.”

“Why do you hate to admit it?” she asked as she sat on me in a straddling position.

“Again, we are not a real couple. If anything, all we are is friends with benefits.”

“So take advantage of the benefits.” She started kissing my neck and before I knew it, her behavior had convinced me to keep going.

I turned the lights off and took advantage of the benefits laid out in front of me, literally.

Chapter 6: More Ties by Fevered_ByBiebs
Author's Notes:


@chanelnococo: comfort food

~Justin’s POV~

I woke up to Selena cuddled up into my side at around one in the afternoon and the first thing I felt was guilt. I felt guilty that I continued to allow myself to partake in sexual activities with the girl who I only saw as a friend, leading her on. I also felt guilty because I kept Chanel in mind, as if I were cheating on her even though I wasn’t even in a relationship with her.

While all of the guilty thoughts swarmed my mind, I tried to get out of bed, only to accidentally have woken up Selena before I could even sit up.

“Good morning,” she said in her annoyingly adorable sleepy voice.

“Good morning,” I replied.

“Last night was fun,” she said with a grin.

“It felt good.” She perked her head up onto my chest, rubbed her eye, and yawned before automatically looking awake.

“You wanna go for another round?” She shifted so that she’d be able to reach my neck and began to shower it in sensual kisses the way she knew I liked. Again, I was frozen.

“Why are you so good at seducing me?” She giggled.

“We’ve been at this for a few years. I would like to think I know how to please you by now.”

“You’re bad,” I told her with a smirk.

“So what I heard is we’re going for another round?”

And we did.

An hour and a half later, Selena and I had finished messing around with each other and I began thinking about Chanel, only to once again feel completely guilty about what I had just done. That’s also when I remembered that I never called her back. My heart dropped to the floor as I rushed to FaceTime her.

“He remembered me,” she said in fake shock when she answered. “Why are you shirtless?”

“I just got out of the shower. Listen, I am so sorry I forgot to call you back last night.”

“I can imagine you got caught up with Selena.” This is when the guilt hit harder.

“Yeah…” My tone of voice already let her know what Selena and I did. Chanel was not good at hiding her discomfort.

“I don’t expect you to make time for me when you’re with her.”

“I don’t want to talk about me and her. I didn’t call you to talk about her. I called to see your cute face, to see how you’re doing.”

“Okay, you’re not about to tell me you got caught up having sex with your girlfriend last night and then flirt with me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” She shook her head and sighed.

“No, I’m sorry for snapping at you. But understand that that’s a hard thing for me to accept.”

“You’re right.”

“Justin, I think it’s best that I take some space from you.”

“Nelly-”

“Don’t. I need this. Good luck with the rest of your shows. Please don’t reach out to me for the remainder of your tour.” She hung up abruptly.

I was left speechless and without the girl who had become my best friend. From that point on, I knew that I needed to do something in order to salvage any opportunity I had with Chanel.

~*~

~Chanel’s POV~

It had been hours since I told Justin I needed to stay away from him but now more than ever is when I longed for him.

Chelsea came into my room while I looked for something to wear so I could get out the house and get some air.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“I miss him.”

“So just talk to him. It's that simple.”

“Chels, I can't. I have feelings for him, though I hate to admit it. He's caught up being Justin Bieber, heartthrob, boyfriend to Selena Gomez, a prince to the music industry. I don't fit in his lifestyle. It's best that I pull away before I feel anything deep for him.”

“I can talk to him for you. I'm sure he feels like something is missing too.”

“I don't want you involved in my drama.”

“You're my sister. I'm involved regardless.”

“You know what I mean.” My phone dinged and I didn't even bother to look.

“Oh look, Justin,” she said cheerfully.

“Chelsea, do not answer him.”

“‘Nelly, please call me. I want to talk to you. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but there's a lot you should know.’” She stared up at me and watched me as I almost caved. “Still not talking to him?”

“No. Leave the message there.”

“Chanel! The boy is trying and you're not letting him.”

“Try being in my position, Chelsea,” I said with a raised voice. “Try having feelings for an A-list celebrity who is in a relationship with another A-list celebrity and being placed second even though he claims to have feelings for you. That shit is not easy, especially after dealing with what I did three years ago.”

“Maybe I don't understand or know what it's like. But what I do know is that no guy will make an effort to reach out if he doesn't care.”

“Yes, he would. To have a side chick, that of which I am not and will not be.”

“Perhaps that's something you should tell him then.”

“Why do you want me to work this friendship out with him so bad?”

“Because you're my sister and my best friend above everyone. I don't like seeing you upset, especially over a guy. You've already been upset over a guy for three years and now one has come along that makes you forget you were ever hurt. You can't let him go.”

“Why else?” I asked with a questioning face.

“His best friend is kinda cute.” I couldn't help but laugh.

“You are incredibly annoying.”

“Come on! I need you to tell him to put in a good word for me.”

“If I ever talk to him again, I will.”

“Wow. ‘If I ever’.”

“I need time away from him. I'm feeling too much too fast.”

“Do you think you're in love with him?”

“No, I don't feel that deeply for him either. I just feel that I'm growing some type of love for him and I shouldn't. He loves another girl.”

“May he’ll change his mind.”

“God only knows.” My phone dinged again.

“‘Please answer me. I want to talk to you.’,” Chelsea read.

“He can go talk to Selena.”

“Now that you're dressed, do you know where you're going?”

“No idea.”

“Let's go to lunch. On me,” she said with a hopeful smile.

“Say no more.”

Everything was smooth sailing for my lunch date with Chelsea, until we were seated and our waiter turned out to be the ex-boyfriend who scarred me. I felt my heart sink at the sight of him, especially considering he had not gotten any less attractive.

“Hello and welcome to Sun Bar. I’ll be your waiter today and my name is-”

“Evan,” I finished for him. Chelsea sat frozen in her seat with me. His eyes looked up from his notepad and locked on mine. I knew in that moment that his heart had stopped too.

“Chanel… Look, I can get you girls another waiter.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked Chelsea. I was bothered by how he didn’t worry about me first.

“An iced tea with lemon,” she said.

“I’ll have a-”

“Lemonade, add one packet of sweetener, and one lemon wedge,” he said with a grin. I couldn’t help but stifle that same grin.

“Yeah.”

“Any appetizers?”

“Just the bread with the oil and vinegar on the side,” Chelsea said.

“You got it.” He walked away to get our drinks.

“What the fuck is going on today,” I said to myself as I held my forehead in my hand.

“I wish I could pull as many hot guys as you do.”

“Yes but Evan is… Evan. What he did was nearly unforgivable.”

“Nearly?” I got stuck. “You sound like you would still forgive him.”

“Maybe, after closure. But that doesn’t mean I would get back together with him.”

“But you could.”

“Oh my god, Chelsea, stop sending me mixed messages on what to do with my love life.”

“I am so sorry. I’m just being selfish. Evan has a cute best friend too.” I hit her with my linen napkin.

“Bitch, stop being selfish!” Just then, Evan walked to our table with our drinks.

“Here you go. Are you girls ready to order?”

“I’m going to have the turkey club with mayo and fries on the side,” said Chelsea.

“I’ll have-”

“The Sun Bar Signature Burger medium-well, no onions, no pickles, add bacon, ketchup, mayo, and barbecue sauce with a side of fries.”

“Can you stop doing that?” I asked him.

“What, know you? I couldn’t forget you if I tried,” he said before giving a slight shrug and walking away.

“He still wants you,” Chelsea said as soon as he was out of sight.

“Sucks to be him.”

“Don’t be mean. You need a backup plan.”

“I hate you,” I said with a chuckle.

“Would you really reject his attempt to reconcile with you?”

“Chelsea, he cheated on me with another girl and ended up having a kid with her, a dream that he swore he so desperately wanted with me. His child is now or should now be turning three years old. Do you really think I’d want to reconcile with him?”

“And then there’s…” She paused as an attempt to not expose his name. “We need a code name,” she whispered.

“Drew.”

“And then there’s Drew who has a girlfriend but secretly wants to be with you but for some reason won’t leave his girlfriend to be with you.”

“Correct.”

“Never mind. I don’t want your luck with guys.”

“Honestly.”

After my sister and I ate, Evan brought us the check, but didn’t walk away.

“I go on break in like ten minutes. Do you mind waiting so we can talk?” Chelsea gave me an I-told-you-so look.

“I don’t think that’s smart.”

“Please, Chanel?” I sighed and began to feel the weak spot I once had for Evan as my first love.

“How long will it take?”

“However long you’re comfortable with.”

“I can go,” Chelsea added. I hesitated.

“Go. I’ll catch up with you,” I told her. She handed Evan the check back with her debit card.

“Thank you,” he said to me.

A few minutes later, he came back with Chelsea’s card, she gave him a very generous tip, and she left. Evan went back to the kitchen and came back once more with two plates of my favorite chocolate cherry cake this restaurant offered.

“Your favorite,” he said as he slid the plate my way.

“A peace offering?” I asked without even lifting up the fork to eat the cake, even though I really wanted to.

“An invitation to disarm your weaponry, sure.” I couldn’t help but grin remembering how good he was with having a comeback to all my analogies.

“Why? It’s been three years since we broke up.”

“I know. I hurt you in a way that is entirely unforgivable. I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I never got the chance to genuinely apologize to you in a time and place where you would actually hear me out. So, I want to apologize to you. I don’t even want to begin to imagine what has come out of what I did to you on your end.”

“I haven’t dated anyone since you.”

“Really?”

“Really. You made me lose all my trust for guys and not want any of them. Granted, I also didn’t give any a chance because, simply put, I wanted you. I wanted my Evan Daniels. But you were no longer my Evan. You were her Evan.”

“I wish I could undo what I did. Cheating on you with her was a mistake.”

“Maybe, but you got an adorable daughter out of it.”

“And I love her infinitely. I do still wonder what it would be like if she were our daughter, the one we planned to have together.”

“I stopped thinking about that a year ago.”

“More importantly, you cared enough about me to stalk me and find out that I had a daughter.” I chuckled.

“Way back when. I was still heartbroken.”

“And now?”

“I would be lying if I said that being here with you right now wasn’t bittersweet, but I’m not heartbroken anymore. If I were still heartbroken, I wouldn’t be able to sit here and have a conversation with you.”

“I respect that. Thank you again for taking time out of your day to sit here with me. I know I don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t want to hold a grudge, so I forgive you. I know when you’re being sincere, and right now you are.” He grinned, but that grin quickly turned into a frown.

“The bad karma is hitting me hard.”

“Talk to me.”

“Jasmine and I broke up about a year ago, so we co-parent. But she’s very difficult to co-parent with. She makes me feel like everything I do isn’t enough. I’m never giving her enough money for Leila, even though I work two jobs to be able to pay more child support than what the court ordered and give her money aside from child support. I don’t spend enough time with Leila, even though she only lets me see her on Wednesdays and lets me keep her every other weekend. I don’t set a good example for Leila because I never graduated from college, but because I sacrificed my education to give Leila everything she would ever want or need. It’s hard. That’s why a lot of times I just wish this would’ve been with you. Regardless of whether we had stayed in a relationship after the baby was born, you would’ve never treated me like that.”

“Karma’s a bitch, huh?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“So, are you taking care of Leila this weekend?”

“No, that’s why I’m here. I have my availability set so that this place nor my other job can schedule me the weekends I have Leila.”

“I bet it sucks knowing that you gave her the name our daughter was supposed to have too.” He stayed quiet and just sat back in his chair reflecting for a good minute before speaking again.

“It’s like I stabbed you in the heart once and it wasn’t enough, so I kept doing it,” he said more to himself than me. “Wow. Thank you for being sane. No other girl would be sitting here with me right now.”

“Miss me?” I said with a sarcastic smirk.

“I do. But I also know that you’re doing amazing without me and the least I can do is not involve you in any more Evan drama.”

“Please and thank you. I have enough drama.”

“What’s going on with you?”

“In sum, I have feelings for a guy who is currently in a relationship yet has feelings for me too and he refuses to break up with her to be with me for some reason, not that I’ve pried. I’m not going to beg anyone to be with me. It’s just frustrating to be kind of lead on and then reminded that you’re not number one.”

“He sounds like he doesn’t deserve you.”

“It’s… complicated. It could get messy.”

“I’m sorry you’re going through that.”

“It’s fine. After dealing with you, I’m strong enough to handle just about any guy problem.”

“You know what’ll help?”

“What?”

“Eating that slice of cake I had to sneak out for you. I’m only allowed to have one dessert a day.” I laughed.

“I am so sorry. Let me not add any trouble to your plate. You sound like you have enough.” He laughed.

“Very funny. So, we’re cool?” he asked.

“We’re cool,” I confirmed.

Now, if only I could be cool with Justin...

Chapter 7: Revelation by Fevered_ByBiebs

~Justin’s POV~

I was home from the tour and my first mission was to meet with Chanel. Thanks to Snapchat, I was able to know that she was home without me even needing to contact her. In order for her to talk to me, I knew I was just going to have to surprise her, so I did.

Thankfully, I was able to make it to her house unrecognized. But my nervousness continued as I waited for her to answer her door. When she did, her response was one I was not expecting, which was to simply close the door in my face. Luckily, I was able to catch it before it fully closed.

“You're not about to ignore me when I'm making the effort to make things right,” I told her. “Also, please let me in. I was able to get here without anyone recognizing me. I'd like to keep being able to stay unnoticeable. You don't want trouble, remember?” She grew softer and let me in.

“Home already?” she asked.

“Don't act like you don't know.”

“I haven't been keeping up with you.”

“Did you forget I have you on Snapchat? You've watched every single one of my stories since everything happened.” She looked embarrassed.

“Can you blame me?” She sat on the counter in her kitchen and dangled her legs. I invited myself to come in between them and hold her waist.

“I don't. I missed you too. I'm sorry I brought you into this weird love triangle, but there's something about me and Selena that you should know.”

“What?” I sighed knowing I was breaking one of Scooter’s biggest rules by telling her the secret.

“Selena and I are not actually together.”

“What do you mean? You are literally in an entire, public relationship with her. You post her on social media, she comes to your concerts, you go to hers, you hang out all the time. How is it that-”

“It's PR, Chanel.” She was dead silent. “A few years ago, Selena and I were two of the most trending celebrities on the rise. Scooter and Selena’s manager thought that by making us a couple, we'd rise quicker and higher, which we did. We were offered more work opportunities and more work equals more money, on top of keeping us both relevant. But it's not a real relationship. It's a publicity stunt.”

“I don't even know what to say.”

“I've been wanting to tell you this since we got close, but I was never allowed to. I'm still not. I broke one of Scooter’s rules by telling you.”

“I'm not going to tell anyone. Maybe Chelsea, but that's because she's my sister. She wouldn't tell anyone either.”

“I know Nelly. I trust you two. But this cannot get out under any circumstances. Promise me that even if our friendship goes to shit, you won't spill.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you.”

“But you and her still…”

“We do because it's convenient. She's only ever been a good friend and my friend with benefits. If we have other friends with benefits, it could mess up the stunt.”

“It would be my fault.”

“It would be mine.”

“Do you want to be part of this publicity stunt?”

“Look at whose arms I'm in. Do you think I do?”

“So then why don't you just tell Scooter and Selena you don't want to do it anymore?”

“I'll receive Scooter’s wrath because the way the media works is that stories saying it's my fault that we broke up would start popping up and I would lose popularity.”

“I'm sorry I underestimated how complicated your life can be.”

“It's okay. You don't know see what happens behind the scenes. You wouldn't be able to know just how complicated things get.”

“Does Selena want to be with you for real?”

“She does. She caught feelings for me over time. But she knows my heart isn't in it.”

“How come?”

“I just don't see her that way. My mind is with Selena, but my heart is here with you.” Chanel opened her arms up from being around my neck and offered me a hug, which I took as a way to slickly go in for the kiss that had been brewing between us for more than a month. She pulled away first and hid her face behind her hands.

“Did you really just do that?”

“I've been wanting to since you let me be your friend. I'm sorry, but I'm not actually in a relationship. So I'm going to hug you and kiss you and be affectionate with you when I can. I'm also trying to work up the courage to tell Scooter I want out of this and put my foot down about it. I want you.”

“And if he says no?”

“I haven't thought that far. I don't want to complicate my mind right now. All I know is that you're the girl I want to be with and I want to make it happen. It will happen. I just need some time to figure this out so that it doesn't take a toll on you. Is that okay?”

“That's okay with me.”

“You're my Pretty Girl, my Nelly, my Chanel, and I want to be yours. Can I be?”

“Behind closed doors?”

“I'll be yours and you'll be mine, in secret. Just for a little while. Please?” She looked uncomfortable. “You don't look okay.”

“It's just… I don't want to be someone's secret. Secrets get messy.”

“I know. I'm sorry that's all I can offer you right now, but I'd like to think it'd be better than not having me at all.”

“You're right.”

“So we’ll do this? In secret?” I held out my pinky for her to promise on. She chuckled and promised.

“In secret.” I smiled before wrapping her legs around me and picking her up to carry her. I gave her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't long before we were interrupted by Chelsea.

“Lord, what did I walk into?” she asked.

“Really quickly, in sum, Selena and I aren't actually a couple. We're PR. I want your sister, so I'm going to have your sister. I'm working on us being able to go public.”

“Rewind. You and Selena aren't a real couple?”

“No.”

“You're a publicity stunt?”

“Yes. Always have been.”

“No fucking way,” she said in shock.

“It's a secret that I'm not supposed to tell anyone, so please don't let it get out.”

“This is so scandalous.”

“A little trouble might be fun,” I said with a smirk.

“Thoughts, Chanel?” Chelsea asked. Chanel was too busy hugging me the way a koala would hug a tree to respond.

“Chanel,” I said while trying to get her attention.

“I'm enjoying being carried.”

“I think Nelly’s happy,” I told Chelsea.

“Hurt my sister and I'll hurt you, just saying. Proceed.” She walked passed us to get to the fridge.

“Can we go to your room?” I asked Chanel. She undid herself from me and lead the way.

When we got there, she tossed herself on her bed and invited me in with open arms. I put one arm around her and let her cuddle into my chest. While observing her incredibly clean and organized room, I noticed a bouquet of dried up red roses hanging upside down on her wall above her desk. I smiled to myself knowing that was the bouquet I gave her when I serenaded her.

“You kept the flowers,” I said.

“They give my room aesthetic.”

“I would've thought that you would've thrown them out after I made you feel bad.”

“No way. Being your One Less Lonely Girl isn't something that'll happen often.”

“That's cute.” I played with her hair while I spoke.

“So, does this situation mean I’m your secret girlfriend? Or just secret situation?”

“Both sound so terrible. If I'm going to be honest with you, I don't want to give us a title just yet because if you're going to be my girlfriend, I want to be able to be with you freely and publicly to do couple things.”

“Then we're a situation.”

“I'm yours and you're mine,” I said while propping myself up on one elbow.

“I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions. I just don't usually have secret relationships with celebrities.” He grinned.

“Don't worry. I'm working on it, okay?”

“Okay.” I leaned down and kissed her to relax her, which it did. “It's going to take me some time to get used to kissing you and being all couple-like with you.”

“And it's going to take me a little bit of time to get used to being with you and not Selena. I know her like the back of my hand, but I feel like I've only scratched the surface with you. I want to work on getting to know you as a girlfriend.”

“We’ll get there.” I tried to kiss her again but she stopped me.

“Two more questions.”

“Of course.”

“Are you still going to be friends with benefits with Selena?” she asked with a worried and nervous face.

“I don't intend to.”

“You say that like you may slip up and make a mistake.”

“I'm sorry. That was not my intention. I have you now, so I won't jeopardize this.”

“Okay. My last question is, if I don't give you what you want, are you going to go to Selena for it, even though you said you wouldn't?”

“Basically, if you don't want to have sex with me, will I go to Selena for sex.”

“Yeah.”

“No. We’re going at your pace.”

“Okay.”

“Any more questions? Comments? Concerns?” She chuckled.

“Are you STD free?”

“Yes I am, I just got tested last month.”

“Are you good in bed?” This time, she made me laugh.

“I haven't had any bad reviews. I think I know what I'm doing. But if you ever want to find out for yourself, you definitely can.”

“I'll wait a while. I haven't had sex in three years. I'll be losing my virginity again.”

“How did you manage to go three years without sex?”

“Being heartbroken.”

“I see. Well, if you ever want to, I'm here, and if you don't, I'm still here.” She smiled up at me and I couldn't help but kiss her.

Things felt like they were finally falling into place.

 

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