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