Straightening your dress, you look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as you see just how many fans and reporters it is out there. You look up to the rear-view mirror when you hear your driver clear his throat.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. You look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, you pitaka your lips.

“Thank you, John.” You say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.

Grabbing your purse, you plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers are thrown at you and the fake smile suddenly turns into a true one. Your fans mean almost everything to you and you can’t help but to smile when they’re lose by.

Following the unwritten protocol, you turn towards the crowd and pose here and there. A smiling pose, a bista sa tagiliran pose and your signature pose; ipinapakita the back of your dresses (which usually always had something special about them) while smiling over your shoulder.

You make your way across the red carpet and before you know it, you’ve reached the several reporters. Inwardly taking a deep breath, you walk towards them with a smile on your face.

“And we’re live now with the gorgeous Ms. [Y/N] Y/L/N.” One of them says and you immediately turn your attention to what appears to be a man from MTV. “Now, what we’re all dying to know is what you decided on wearing today?”

You glance down at your sheer dress which is colored almost blood red. “I’m wearing Alaïa today, actually.”

“Well, you look stunning as always. So… To the susunod thing people want to know now. What is going on between you and a certain Canadian pop star?”

“What? Justin Bieber?” You ask confused, furrowing your brows. The reporter nods eagerly, obviously thinking he’ll get the susunod big scoop. “There’s nothing going on. I haven’t even met him before. We’ve tweeted each other before, sure, but I’ve never met him in person.”

“Never? Because there is a rumor circling that he has a crush on you.” He sing-songs, playfully winking at you.

Blushing, you bite your lip as you ponder the information this man just told you. Justin Bieber? Having a crush on you? It seems so unreal. Never had you even imagined it and now a stranger is telling you he has a crush on you?

“O-oh, really?” You stutter out, finally coming back and realizing that you are being filmed for live television.

“Yep! Truth to be told, he told me that he is really looking pasulong to meet you today.” The reporter smiles widely, “So what are your thoughts on him? Are the feelings returned?”

“Oh, uh, well… I haven’t really thought about it before. I’ve never seen myself as a big enough celebrity to, you know, petsa him. He’s a great person though and his music is amazing.”

“So there is a chance you’ll return the feelings then, huh? Oh, there he is! Let’s get him over here, shall we? Justin!” The reporter exclaims suddenly, waving his arms to capture Justin’s attention.

You turn your gaze to the ground immediately, too nervous to see if the reporter was successful in getting Justin to come over. When you vaguely hear him announce to the camera that Justin is only a few feet away, you silently curse yourself.

“What’s up, man?” Justin’s voice fills your ears, making you look up again just in time to see Justin and the reporter doing a hand shake which they both obviously are familiar with.

“I decided play matchmaker today. Justin, this is the stunning Y/N. Y/N this is the handsome Justin Bieber.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Justin grins, taking your hand before pressing a halik to the back of it.

You feel your cheeks heat again and silently pray that it isn’t too noticeable, but Justin soon proves you wrong,

“You look cute when you’re blushing.” He bluntly states as he pulls you into a hug. Out of pure embarrassment, you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Stop it. I don’t want to be all over the covers tomorrow with the nickname tomato.” You whisper into his ear, suddenly feeling very brave. Well, that is until you realize that you’re practically clinging onto him.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” You exclaim softly, suddenly feeling very exposed when you realize that the both of you are still being taped for MTV and a dozen other magazines and TV channels.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I don’t mind.” Justin grins playfully, snaking his arm around your waist before pulling you close to him.

You’re too caught up in the fact that Justin has his arm around your waist to realize all the looks of pure adoration or envy. You have also forgotten about the multiple cameras around you, only realizing it when you vaguely hear the MTV reporter say “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you match the two biggest stars right now. Justin Bieber and [Y/N] Y/LN is now…”

The rest is just a blur as Justin leads you away, still keeping you close to his side.