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.
“I hope I get to be the One Less Lonely Girl. I’m cute enough.”
“He doesn’t do that this tour.”
“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.
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.
“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.
“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.
“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.”
“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.”
“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?”
“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?”
“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 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.”
“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.