your outfit
Sure, being with Justin has helped your confidence because he really does make toi feel beautiful every day. But then there are those days when toi look yourself in the mirror and realize that there a billion other girls out there in the world who are plus beautiful than toi - and then the fear of Justin leaving toi 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. toi look beautiful, Y/N. toi really look like a true princess tonight.”
“Thank you, mom.” toi beam up at her. She ushers toi out of the room, but disappears down the stairs before toi even have time to react.
toi can clearly hear her talking with Justin and your dad downstairs and the papillons 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 toi bring toi back from your stressing thoughts just in time to hear your mom telling them how stunningly beautiful toi look. Taking a deep breath, toi brace yourself before taking the first step.
Out of worry, toi keep your gaze on your feet while walking down the stairs. It isn’t until toi hear yet another squeal leave your mom’s mouth along with a few gasps, that toi slowly look up. Already, a light blush covers your cheeks.
“Wow…” Justin bites his bottom lip and his hazel eyes studies toi from head to toe once again. “You look - toi 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 toi before he presses a soft Kiss 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 seconde passing. toi 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 toi 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 toi and Justin look together, you’re finally ready to go. toi dad has already donné Justin several warning messages and glances, and right now toi just want to leave the house.
Like the gentleman he is, Justin opens the car door for toi and waits patiently while toi buckle your siège belt. He sends toi 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 toi 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 toi and toi intertwine your fingers with his. toi feel him tracing the promise ring he gave toi a few months ago, and the gesture immediately calms down the nerves toi didn’t even know toi had.
The two of toi walk together towards the entrance and toi greet a couple of your classmates on the way. Justin asks about people here and there, generally interested in your school life. toi answer his questions and before toi know it, you’re inside the gym.
When toi step inside, it’s like everything stops. The people, the musique - everything. Everyone (except maybe a few people) is looking at toi and your boyfriend. Being Justin Bieber’s girlfriend, toi know it comes with the deal but it’s all still a bit surreal.
toi see, Justin is supposed to be at the other side of the globe touring but when toi 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 toi and considering he got famous at such an early age, he wanted to take toi 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 il y a and strictly told toi that Justin would be coming and that no one was allowed to harass him. At that there were a few groans and mutters and toi smugly smiled to yourself.
“Do toi wanna dance ou should we just sit down?” Justin’s raspy voice brings toi back from your thoughts and his breath is hot against your ear.
“You know I can’t dance,” toi whine and playfully slap his elbow.
He chuckles but wraps his hands around your waist and pulls toi closer to him. He does it so suddenly that toi 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 toi softly on the forehead. He shakes his head as if to tell toi to stop with the nonsense.
He places his calloused hands on your hips firmly and slowly, together, the two of toi start moving slowly along with the music. Again, toi feel like you’re a part of a fairytale. It feels weird, but then it feels so good at the same time.
“I l’amour you, Y/N. toi really do look beautiful.” Justin whispers and pecks your lips.
“I l’amour you, too.” toi 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 par Justin - the l’amour of your life.
