This is one of my fan fiction stories.


Here Justin is not a famous pop star, he is a normal boy.. who wrestles. It was a random thought, and this was one of my favorite things that i wrote.

That moment was perfect.

I was a million miles away from my city and even further away from all my troubles and problems

There I sat with my head leaning on Justin’s shoulder while he sipped on his beer sitting at the ledge of the terrace of his beautiful mansion.

The view was breath taking. The sky was a shade of pink and the sun was just setting into the deep waters right in front of us. LA was beautiful.

A light breeze was passing by, making my hair fly out of my face. We had been sitting there since the past half an hour and hadn’t said a word to each other, but the silence was comforting.

“hey babe?” Justin said after a while, breaking the silence but his voice was in perfect harmony with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and soft chirping of the birds.

“hmm?” I said..

“I thought u fell asleep. You’ve been awfully quite today. Something wrong?” he asked me taking a sip of his beer.

“no.. nothing…its just peaceful here. Im trying to absorb all the awesomeness of the situation.” I said finally lifting my head off his shoulder and to look into his deep hazel eyes.

Even if I saw his face a million times, I will never be able to get completely used to his perfection.

“Yea the situation is pretty awesome” he said smiling and leaning in to give me a peck.

“You know, the sunsets in LA are much more prettier than those in Mumbai.” I said trying to make small talk.

“Then you should consider moving to LA permanently.” He said half joking half serious.

“I wish I could…” I said now a little upset.

I could imagine my life over here. It would be awesome. The shopping, the way of life, the city, the people and Justin. It would be awesome. But I couldn’t leave my entire life that was based in Mumbai. This was just too complicated.

“aye babe, don’t think abt it right now. You’re not leaving until quite sometime. Lets enjoy the time that we have?” he said stroking his hand against my cheek.

“Yea, you’re right.” I said..

“Well, I being the fun and not depressed person out of the 2 of us, have planned something awesome for us tonight.” He said. A wide grin spread across his face.

“are u serious? What have u planned?!” I asked opening my eyes really wide in excitement.

“Well, it’s a surprise..” he said. “Come on! U have to tell me!! U know how much I hate surprises! Tell me please please please. Justin!!!!! Tell meeeee!!!!” I screamt in his ears, trying to irritate him.

He looked at me, clearly annoyed but then he just placed his hand under my ear and at the cape of my neck and kissed me. Very very passionately. And then, his phone rang. He didn’t wanna stop, bt I stopped and said “go ahead, answer it.”

He made an apologetic face and answered his phone. “Hey… yea.. im at home.…What? Tonight?....How much?....Ok… yea I got it… see ya”

“who was it?” I asked. I sensed something bad coming up.

“It was fredo. There’s a match tonight.” He said looking at his phone.

A match. A boxing match. Where you could kill your opponent.

“There’s a lot of money. The boxer is from Italy, and he has never lost. So his dealer has priced big money.”

“Wait a second, he’s never lost…. as in he has killed all his opponents?” I managed to say

“yea..” Justin said still not being able to look at me.

“Do you have to go?” I asked, hoping he’d say no.

“Yes, I have to, or else no one will ever bet on me. They’ll think im a pussy who didn’t even show up to fight with this guy.. my rep will go down the drains.” He said, now looking at the dark sky.

I exactly felt like the sky right now. It was actually a metaphor for what I felt. My sun of brightness and joy and light had gone down into the deep black waters making me feel empty and dark.

“I thought we had plans tonight…” really trying to be strong.

A gulp formed in my throat thinking about the perfect moment we were in before this stupid phone call.

 “and we still do babe, I will come pick u up right after the match. I promise you. And then we’ll have that awesome date night I was talking about..” he said now looking right into my eyes, and holding my hands.

I looked away from his eyes. If I looked a second longer id start crying. This could possibly be the last time I was seeing him.

“Il drop u off?” he asked.. concerned.

“No il manage.” I said… I picked my bag up and took my phone. His eyes were constantly on me.

He suddenly held my arms really tight and looked right into my eyes, sparing only a few inches of  distance between our faces.

“You have to believe me when I say this ok? Im going to be fine. Just go home. Go shopping with your girlfriends and pick a pretty dress for urself. Take my credit card. And look pretty like u always do and I will come pick you up. Don’t worry about a thing. I will beat that peace of pizza in no time.” He whispered.

The pizza thing made me smile, and I pushed away my negative thoughts and tried to be optimistic but still praying in my heart that whatever he said turns out to be true.

“Okay.. il be waiting..” I said smiling a little.

“that’s my baby. Il tell moshe to drop u off at the hotel and then u guys can take my car and go to the mall. And u better do what I have asked u to, I will ask moshe everything. And u’d better not worry, or else I wont be able to concentrate on tht margerita. Get it?” he said ordering me.

“okay.” I simply said. He then kissed me with utmost passion and walked me to the door, he gave some instructions to Moshe, he then hugged me, gave me a kiss on my forehead and opened the car door for me and waited until we drove off out of the mansion.