your outfit
Sure, being with Justin has helped your confidence because he really does make you feel beautiful every day. But then there are those days when you look yourself in the mirror and realize that there a billion other girls out there in the world who are madami beautiful than you - and then the fear of Justin leaving you for them strikes in.
“C'mon, hon. Justin is waiting downstairs,” she pauses to let out another excited squeal. “I can’t wait to see his face when he sees you. You look beautiful, Y/N. You really look like a true princess tonight.”
“Thank you, mom.” You beam up at her. She ushers you out of the room, but disappears down the stairs before you even have time to react.
You can clearly hear her talking with Justin and your dad downstairs and the mga paru-paro erupt in your stomach immediately. Will Justin like the dress? Is it enough make-up? Too much make-up? Does my hair look okay?
The voices from the floor beneath you bring you back from your stressing thoughts just in time to hear your mom telling them how stunningly beautiful you look. Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself before taking the first step.
Out of worry, you keep your gaze on your feet while walking down the stairs. It isn’t until you hear yet another squeal leave your mom’s mouth along with a few gasps, that you slowly look up. Already, a light blush covers your cheeks.
“Wow…” Justin bites his bottom lip and his hazel eyes studies you from head to toe once again. “You look - you look absolutely stunning, babe. Wow. You’re beautiful.”
He steps closer and takes your hand in his own. Your dad hands him the corsage and he delicately places it around your wrist. He smiles smugly up at you before he presses a soft halik to your hand. It feels surreal - all of it - almost like a fairytale.
Justin wraps his arm securely around your waist and stands up straight beside you. It’s like a light switch is flipped on and suddenly your mom is snapping pictures of every single segundo passing. You try to send her a glare but Justin only laughs and poses along.
“I need some pictures to post later. Cheer up, babe. It’s your prom night. Could you take some pictures with my phone, too, Mrs. Y/L/N?” He smiles charmingly and your mom takes the phone out of his hand.
When your mom is finally happy with the amount of pictures she has taken and gushed about how smashing and matching you and Justin look together, you’re finally ready to go. You dad has already ibingiay Justin several warning messages and glances, and right now you just want to leave the house.
Like the gentleman he is, Justin opens the car door for you and waits patiently while you buckle your upuan belt. He sends you a quick grin before closing the door and practically skipping to his side of the car.
“And off we go, beautiful.”
* * * * *
Your school looks totally different than usual, so different that you barely recognize it. It looks almost beautiful with all the lights and dressed up people.
Justin finds a parking spot surprisingly quick and he’s there to open your door again before you’ve had the time to react. He holds out his hand for you and you intertwine your fingers with his. You feel him tracing the promise ring he gave you a few months ago, and the gesture immediately calms down the nerves you didn’t even know you had.
The two of you walk together towards the entrance and you greet a couple of your classmates on the way. Justin asks about people here and there, generally interested in your school life. You answer his tanong and before you know it, you’re inside the gym.
When you step inside, it’s like everything stops. The people, the music - everything. Everyone (except maybe a few people) is looking at you and your boyfriend. Being Justin Bieber’s girlfriend, you know it comes with the deal but it’s all still a bit surreal.
You see, Justin is supposed to be at the other side of the globe touring but when you mentioned prom for him a few months back, he instantly cleared his schedule and made sure that he would be able to take you.
He knows it means a lot to you and considering he got famous at such an early age, he wanted to take you so he could have a good time and experience a real high school prom himself. Justin being Justin, called your principal and set everything up. He even donated some money to the decorations and food.
Your principal gathered your whole class about a week nakaraan and strictly told you that Justin would be coming and that no one was allowed to harass him. At that there were a few groans and mutters and you smugly smiled to yourself.
“Do you wanna dance or should we just sit down?” Justin’s raspy voice brings you back from your thoughts and his breath is hot against your ear.
“You know I can’t dance,” you whine and playfully slap his elbow.
He chuckles but wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He does it so suddenly that you almost stumble, but he’s there to catch you. Just as you’re supposed to move, the song ends.
A new one comes on, a slow one this time, and you’re about to protest, tell Justin to sit down instead when he leans in and kisses you softly on the forehead. He shakes his head as if to tell you to stop with the nonsense.
He places his calloused hands on your hips firmly and slowly, together, the two of you start moving slowly along with the music. Again, you feel like you’re a part of a fairytale. It feels weird, but then it feels so good at the same time.
“I pag-ibig you, Y/N. You really do look beautiful.” Justin whispers and pecks your lips.
“I pag-ibig you, too.” You reply and rest your forehead against his, relishing the feeling of being so close to Justin. Relishing the feeling of feeling beautiful. Relishing the feeling of being loved sa pamamagitan ng Justin - the pag-ibig of your life.
