Oɴᴇ ᴅɪɢɪᴛ ᴏғғ

One

After completing my last math assignment of the year and hopefully the last of my lifetime, I closed my laptop, letting out a loud and exaggerated sigh. Senior year of college is finally over and I'm not going to lie, I'm going to miss a lot of people but I promised to keep contact with my favorites.

Me and my girls, Chloe, Maddison, Taylor, piper, and Megan are going out to a long-awaited dinner party tonight as it was booked out for the whole school to celebrate.

All the girls showed up to my house with their dresses at 5 so we could get ready together and get picked up by our rented limo at 7:30 then be at the restaurant by 9. We all have very good fashion sense considering we just finished collage that we went to for fashion design specifically.

Everybody piled into my Justin Bieber covered bedroom and started conversations as we were doing each other's makeup. We are all very much beliebers so I connected my phone to a speaker and shuffled 'Justice' on Spotify.

Chloe and I did each other's makeup so once we finished, she helped me put my very over done, custom designer dress on. I collaborated with Versace on this dress and it took months to hand make but it was certainly worth it.

As '2 much' blared throughout my room, I got a message from a random number.

'Hey Lauren, it's Justin, this is my new number. Also Rory sent u the address to the new rehearsal spot right?'

I froze as I read the message. Justin? Rory? Lauren? REHEARSAL? Tell me this is a coincidence because I know Justin Bieber did not just mistake me for Lauren aka his bodyguard. Maybe I'm crazy.

'Sorry this isn't Lauren, have a nice day! :)'

I replied. I dropped the thoughts that this could be my future husband because the chances that this is Justin, are literally 0-1 and what's the point in getting my hopes up when this could be anyone?

I tossed my iPhone on my bed and got back to my walk in closet where Chloe was waiting to do my hair. My phone had gone off again but I ignored it because it probably says something like 'thanks, bye.'

We arrived at The Nice Guy in los angels and took our seats at our reserved area. Justin and Johnny blaze come here a lot so technically I could be sitting on his butt germs, just sayin.

Ding!

My phone went off a second time since I had arrived so I checked it real quick while Maddison and the rest got drinks.

'Oh I'm sorry'
'Wait what's your name?'
'Come backk'

'My name is Mae.'

'That's a pretty name'

'I gotta zayn bye!'

'Oh okay, bye!'

A/N: this is my first story so I'm not very good but I'm trying😭