Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

LI

LI.
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Song of the chapter:
Every Breath You Take by The Police (may or may not be having stranger things feels)
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The entire night, my heart was ready to jump out of my chest. I was eager to see every second of what was going to happen, and I wanted to make sure that I was going to remember it forever. It was technically my first real date that I had ever gone on, and it was definitely one I was never going to forget.

Justin and I made it back to where everyone else was after the sun set before our eyes. Just to think that only a week before I watched the sunrise with him at his apartment was surreal.

The music was a little louder, at that point. Couples were talking and dancing and enjoying each others' presences. It was such a beautiful scene. Justin had a way of making it seem like our relationship was a movie that I was living in.

Once we made it to the floor, Justin turned to me and pulled me close to him. His hands found mine and placed them on his shoulders before his were at my waist. Just like many other couples, we were dancing. It wasn't in the same kind of way that we did at the concert a few nights before. Rather than being sleazy and lustful, it was romantic and gentle. I tried to remember how he taught me how to slow dance at the beach and use it to my advantage.

Some silly love song from the 80s was playing in the background, which seemed to be the theme of the night. All of the songs played appealed to the demographic, which was mainly 25+ year olds. It was evident that we were too young to be there, but no one asked questions. They just let us be.

Justin's smile made me feel warm and wanted. I felt like I belonged for the first time ever. I felt like I wasn't just the random girl on the side who minded her own business and let everything else happen around her. And as Justin's gaze melted into my own, I became extremely jealous of all of the people around us who were glancing our way. It sounded silly, but they were able to see something that I never would be able to.

They got to watch me fall for Justin that night.

I knew I had the feeling before, but in that moment, dancing slowly with him, I could say for certain that it happened. I liked him, I was more than interested, and he had me right where he wanted me.

He looked up at the sky, furrowing his eyebrows. "It looks like it's about to rain."

I followed his actions and nodded my head. "I hope it doesn't."

"Have you been practicing slow dancing?" Justin asked, disregarding my statement. "You don't seem to be falling all over me this time," he chuckled.

If only you knew.

My lips twisted into a smile. "I was drunk last time."

"You admit it? You were drunk?"

"I was," I nodded. "You were the first person to see that happen. Congrats. You've been the first many things for me."

He didn't say anything at first. Instead, his eyes stayed on mine as if he was processing my words. It seemed that he forgot that I was so new to everything. I wasn't experienced like him or any of the other girls. This was all new and different, but it still felt so comfortable and natural.

In that moment, he realized that I would always remember him as my firsts. My first real kiss, the first boy I had sex with, the first boy I went on a date with, the first boy to meet my parents, and so on. When I had kids, I would tell them about my first 'boyfriend' and how nervous I was before we kissed and how afraid I was for our date and how he surprised me by meeting my parents without telling me first. They would know him as all of those things, whether he wanted them to or not.