Thread: The Married Life 101: Story of A Superstar's Wife

Updating tomorrow, if I'm not too tired. I'ma try though!
I got 3 stories to update,
and one of them I haven't even written for,
so this should be fine. Off to beddy bye.

I know, I've been gone for a while,
I've been very busy,
finals, projects, etc. All before xmas break,
so yeah.

May 23rd, 2013
The Spot
Atlanta, GA

I laughed. Justin picked me up from behind and swung me around. He stopped, tightening his hug. I closed my eyes, feeling his breath close to my neck. His face buried deep into my hair. This was perfect. "I don't wanna hide anymore." He whispered. His hold grew tighter. "Me either. But everyone thinks you're still with Selena." I know, not my proudest moment. I did the very thing I said I wouldn't do. "Dani, please. We barely get along anymore; I want the world to see how happy I really am." He swayed from side-to-side, taking me with him. I turned around so that I was facing him.

"We'll be murdered by fans??" I tried to convincing him. "I don't care if you don't." He brought his forehead to mine. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Lets do it." I bit my lip, turning it into a smile. He laughed, scooping me up from my legs. He swung me around, bridal style. He sat me on the hood of his Rover, parting my jean-covered legs and resting his arms around my waist. Justin and I been sneaking around since the party. Like I said, wasn't my proudest moment, but...Justin's the one. The one, and I know it now. He's it for me.

"You know Dori found out," I said, playing with Justin's dog tags. He ran his fingers up and down my legs, making the fabric rub against my skin. "and she was livid, but she wasn't as bad as Mama." I sighed. The day they found out, I was grounded. GROUNDED!!! And I'm nineteen! I don't care, let them do as they please, I can make enough for my own place. "It's cause of me, you know."

I looked down at him, he stared past me. "People expect one thing, from another...They expect me to be this good influence or this role model...They expect me to be perfect, but I'm just not...and they know it, too. They see it.." I rubbed his shoulder, he looked up at me, then smiled. "I'm bad for you, Dani..I'm no good." I hit his shoulder, playfully, "Well I wasn't expectin' 'Goody-two-shoes'." He laughed. Sighing, he reached for his ringing cell phone, from his jacket pocket. "Yeah Selena?" I leaned back on the hood of the car, lifting my leg over, so I could jump to the ground floor. Always ruinin' stuff.

"Yeah, ok...Bye." He sighed, then looked over at me. "What did she want?" I stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets, leaning my waist against the hood of his car. He sighed again, leaning forward on the hood as well. "She wants to talk with me. Said it's important." He rolled his eyes. "Well...We better go, then." I walked around to the passenger's side and opened the door. Justin held it, "Dani--." "I'm fine, Jay. I'm fine." I ran my fingers over his cheek and got in the car. He closed the door. Once he got into the car, he held onto my hand. "I love you."
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"Because I love him; why don't you stay out my love life?" I slammed clothes into my suitcase. Apparently, Scooter is having me fly out to New York for interviews. "Dani, I have seen you make mistake after mistake with him. He's gonna hurt you!" "Dori, stop! Just stop! You want me to be alone, because you are! Justin and I got a great thing goin' and you ain't ruinin' it for me!" I slammed down the top to the suitcase. "I'm finally happy...I'm nineteen, let me make mistakes if I do! You ain't Mama; that's what she there for! You're suppose to be my sister, you're suppose to be with me, not against me." I sighed, zipping my suitcase up.

"I'm not tryin' to be against you!" She followed me downstairs, where I was putting my bags. I think it's New York, then California, that's it. "I'm just lookin' out for you. Ya'll have been--." "On a roller-coaster from Hell, I know. I'm sayin' have my back, not condemn me. Last time I check, my name meant God is my judge, and the meaning has not changed." I dropped my carry-on on the floor. Dori sighed, "I'm not trying to."

"I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry." I just nodded. It's awkward enough as it is. "Where's Mama?" I turned, placing my hands on my hips. "At the office, where else? She'll be here to bring us to the airport." "You're still coming?" Dori always traveled with me. "Well duh, I'm ya stylist dummy." That's how me and Dori was. We fight about something and then it disappeared, like it never happened.

"Uh Dani? Justin's at the door." I turned around, seeing him through the small window. I ran my fingers through my hair, stressed to the limit. I opened the door and stepped outside, "If it's drama, I don't need it." I held my hands in defense. He stared strangely, "No, it's good. Selena broke up with me." My brows furred together. "Whaaa?" He laughed, pulling me in by the waist. "I'm. Free. Apparently, she's out-grown me or whatever. I'm all yours, Shawty." He leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm free." He whispered. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "All mine?" He nodded, smiling softly. "I better go though. I gotta pack for New York; I just wanted to tell you in person." He leaned his lips in, giving me a small kiss. "Okay." I pulled away slowly.

I wonder what's gonna happen in New York...

YAY!! I wondering wats gonna happen in New York TOO!!

May 25th, 2013
Rockefeller Center
New York City, NY

I was standing next to Scooter and Justin, being interviewed about our music, by 'Today Show' hosts. I'll admit, standing here, in the heat, on a stage, wasn't my idea of fun, but it's business. And apparently, business and pleasure don't mix, but Justin has made it impossible for that stay that way. Every ten minutes, I catch him staring at me. Sometimes, he brushes his fingers across my butt whenever we hug. I won't lie, it doesn't mean anything cause he always do it, but the whole free world doesn't need to know it. Not yet. He just broke up with Selena...Or rather she broke up with him, I don't know. I'm still confused on that one, but it's over now. In the back of my mind, I still think about the day I left...I don't want to think about that morning, and I try not to. "Danielle." I blinked. Did I really zone out? "I'm sorry...What was the question?" Al Roker asked again, what it was like to work with Scooter and Def Jam Island Records. I told him what he wanted to hear. I do love it, I just have trouble adjusting to all of it.

After Justin preformed his last song, we told everyone goodbye. The crowd was just unbelievable. It was like one side called for Justin, the other called for me. It's even weird that people were listening to me sing. It's weird to know that I got a single out. And that people are listening. They're actually listening to me! "This is so weird.." I got into the car, with Scooter, Justin, and Kenny. "What?" I shook my head as I looked out the window. "...People are actually listening to me sing.." I still couldn't fathom it. Fingers grabbed onto mine, intertwining. I looked over and he was smiling. "Yes, Justin?" He laughed at me, "You'll get use to it."
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"Hey." I was alone, in my hotel room. But somehow, Justin took that as a sign to welcome himself. Not that I had a problem with it--believe me, I didn't--I just didn't think he'd leave his room. "Hi yourself." He wrapped his arms around me while I continued to look out the window. His chin dug into my neck, while his body dragged me with him; swaying side to side. "You seemed so quiet today, it wasn't like you...What's wrong, love?" I closed my eyes and listened to his steady breathing. Listened to cars humming and the streets buzzing. I sighed. I was calm and at peace, I just wanted silence. "Nothing's wrong...Everything's right for once." I tugged his arms closer. "Well good, because I want to take you out for dinner. No arguing." I raised my hands in defeat, "Wasn't gonna." He murmured at me, then picked me up and swung me around. I landed at his feet, facing his peachy pink lips. "Are you sure you'll alright..?" He stared down to me, then held me closer. "Ecstatic."
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"I'm still adjusting! You gotta give me time, I was just thrown into this world a year ago." I laughed as Justin made fun of me. Yet another fan has come up to us, asking us both for pictures. I hadn't had this level of fame before; I was still the newbie on the scene. And now, Justin's trying to teach me how to handle it. "You've been good with the press though, I will say...Even before you became famous." This was true. At first, I was just known as the girlfriend of the, Justin Bieber. Now, it's different. I find it funny. "Well, fans are just something I'm gonna have to get use to." I leaned across the table, he met me halfway. He smiled cheekily as we leaned in for a kiss. Of course you know that got interrupted. "Justin! Dani! Look this way for the camera!!" I sighed in annoyance, looking and blocking away my face. "Could you like, leave us alone please, please; we're on a date--."

"You! Out of my restaurant, you are disturbing my customers!" I sunk deeper in my seat as the manager marched over and kicked the guy out. I grabbed my purse, just ready to leave. "Hey, look, don't worry about it. We'll go back to the hotel, everything's gonna be fine." I just nodded, not really in the mood anymore. But I knew as soon as we stepped outside, it was turning into mayhem. Flashes nearly blinded us, people started pushing us, I had had it with paparazzi, all together. "Back up...Back up!" Kenny kept people out the way for us, but I still didn't feel comfortable. After that little Starbucks incident, I'm still, to this day, am afraid of going anywhere by myself. I got in the backseat with Justin and Kenny ran to the driver's side. I hid into Justin's chest, scared mostly, but upset that we never really started our date. He rubbed my back soothingly and hugged me.

Once we got to the hotel, from then on out, we just stayed in Justin's room. I sat on the couch, while he went to talk to room service. To be honest, I would've been much happier with burger and fries. Kenny left us to go to his room, but not without setting out some rules. Believe me, my mood was killed after tonight, so I'd be heading straight to my room afterwards. When Justin came out the room, he just started pacing back and forth, giving me a dizzy headache. "Alright, stop. C'mere." I leaned back on the couch and he laid between my legs. I started running my fingers through his short, spiky hair. He sighed, tracing the outlines on my jeans. "Talk to me baby, what's wrong?" I felt comfortable, running my fingers through his hair. "I just wanted tonight to be our first date...You know, our first date, back together. I wanted it to be as good as the first one.." I snickered, remembering.,,That seemed like ages ago. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, after our first date, we ended up as friends." He laughed. "I know..But it was perfect, wasn't it?" I nodded, "Yeah...Or that time when we went to an outdoor movie, for Valentine's Day...?" I fished around for his next reply. I could see him smile from where I was sitting. "...That was night we made love for the first time..." He grabbed my left hand and kissed it. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"So no matter how good...or bad...Fantastic," I laughed, as did he, "Or horrible our dates are, at the end of the day...We're still right here, staring at each other, probably thinkin' what's the next date gonna be like." He sat up and flipped over, hovering over me. Okay, so I might not make it to my room tonight. "I think I have a pretty good feeling of how the next one's going to be.." He leaned forward, I pushed my index finger across his lips. "Mr. Bieber, this date isn't over yet." I reminded him. He moved my hand away and held it down. "No..It's not..But it doesn't mean I can't predict and be optimistic." Giggling, I allowed him to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss deepened and grew intense. I pushed him away teasingly and got up. "Hey!" I ran behind the couch; he wanted a chase, he found one. I yelped, watching him run all around, trying to catch up to me. He cornered me once we got to the bedroom. He closed the door and tackled me, which got me to a laughing fit. I could hardly breathe from all the laughing and I just gave up and let him pin me down. "Now, Ms. Jackson. Do I have to harm you?" I smirked while he grinned playfully deviously. He didn't even let me answer. He stole his kisses away from me, and I just laughed.

"Ugh. Seriously?" He rose up once he heard the knocking. I sat up, fixed my clothes and my hair, and then soon joined him. "Alright, thank you." He tipped the guy and closed the door. "Close your eyes." I whined, he shushed me. "Come on babe, just be surprised." He ran behind me and shielded my eyes with his hands. He walked me over to a table and I sat down. After what seemed like seconds, he told me to open them. I did and giggled. "Wow...I am impressed, Bieber." Strawberries and chocolate. Sundays. Cheeseburgers and fries?! And not to mention, gummyworms. "I love it, Justin, really."
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"Walk me back to my room." Although I loved snuggling with Justin on the couch, my bed was much more comfortable...And roomier. "Awe, no...Don't leave me, baby." I turned over on my stomach, which resulted me laying over him. "I have to. I'm across the hall, you won't miss me..Besides, I'm tired baby." He sighed but nodded. "Give me a kiss first." I rolled my eyes, then stared down at his lips. I pecked them once. Twice. And then soon I was walking to the door, with him behind me, fingers interlocked with each other. I unlocked my door and leaned halfway into the door frame. "I'll see you tomorrow...Mmm." He leaned forward, holding my waist in his hands. I smiled, then slowly pulled away. "I'll take that as a yes then." He winked then walked back to his room. To say the least, that we were taking it slow? Not even. As soon as we got back together, we ended up in the back of his car, naked, and out of breath. You get the picture. Now, it's like we're working down from that. We said we'd take a break from that type of thing, unless it was an absolute, perfect, out-of-the-park, -movie-magic moment. So it's been a while. But we wouldn't go through with it if we weren't serious.

And as I last checked...

Justin and I were definitely serious..

Soon, this story will end,
and so will my other ones.
I'm a Senior in high school,
as some of ya'll know,
and pretty soon,
I would have to leave. I'm not saying that I'll stop being a fan
or stop loving the stories,
I'm just saying I won't be able to write as much.
And at some point--and we all know it's comin'--we're gonna be too old to be on fansites anymore.
I'll finish what I started,
cause that's the type of person I am.

I'm taking some advice that was given to me,
and I'm growing up. But I'm not leaving Neverland anytime soon,
so don't worry. I'ma be writing until I know it's time I can't anymore.

since today is my birthday,
I decided to update all three of my stories
today, before heading out tonight.

I promise you,
I will be updating my stories soon,
but I really need to focus on this research paper,
which I need help on,
but..yeah. you know how that goes on.
Anyway, I just need to focus on that,
but if ya'll wanna help,
be my guest

June 6th, 2013
Fox Theater
Detroit, MI

"Yes...Yes." I looked at my surroundings, handing over items to my hair stylist. "I know...Okay...I'll call you after the show...Love you too, Justin..K, bye." I hung up then started on my makes up. "So. That was Loverboy, huh?" I glanced over at Demi Lovato, nodding. After all, it was her tour that I guested on. I will admit, it was awkward meeting her, considering who she's friends with. I didn't exactly know where me and Selena stood, and I didn't wanna know. "He calls you every show, doesn't he?" "Yeah...He's sweet." I trailed my daze, staring off into oblivion. I must've looked like a fool, but I was a damn fool. A fool in love. "He's been busy, I've been busy...This is our first tour away from each other." It was true. We always toured together, but now, he's working on an album and a new tour('Believe' tour), and I'm with Demi's 'Unbroken' tour. I couldn't wait to do my own one day. "Earth to Danielle."

"Huh? I'm sorry, what?" The hair stylist had long ago stopped curling my hair, as I hadn't noticed, due to my lonely daze. "I said," Demi spoke, "They're getting something to eat later, are you coming on my bus or not?" I nodded a 'yes' and finished my make up. "Demi, are you gonna eat now, are no?" I heard a crew member ask. The most I heard was mumbling, but as soon as Demi said "I just really want something chocolaty.." "Yo," I grabbed their attention, "check the purse, I got you." I said, carefully adding my liquid eyeliner. Demi searched through my purse and pulled out a cereal bar. "Chocolate rice crispy treat?" I nodded, stepping back to check myself. "Yeah. Try it before you judge it." Demi was still battling with her eating disorder, as I was told. I can understand that, I mean it's not like anyone hasn't had the problem or idea or thought into their head...I know I have...But to go through it is something completely different.

"Fine. I trust you." she murmured, taking a bit. I pained my lips then exhaled. While Demi stepped out of the dressing room for a moment, I took my purse and pulled out a Expo marker, writing on her mirror. I did it every show. To know you have a friend, who won't judge or criticize really helps you through the day. Besides, she helps me. I wasn't exactly welcoming when I first learned I wouldn't see Justin often. "Hey Dani," I spun around, only in mid-sentence. The thing was, no one knew I wrote these messages to Demi. "We're...ready for you--What are you doing?" I threw down my marker and ran out the room, "Don't say a word." I yelled back. Demi had me sing a duet with her. I got back to the room to pack up, with Demi, and noticed she was crying. She does, with every message I write her. I looked over to one of the crew members who smirked. I shrugged innocently. As if to say, 'I don't know what you're talking about'. I picked up my phone, fiddling through it. Justin texted me. He even left me something on Voicemail. I smiled, listening to it. Then suddenly, a pair of arms engulfed me. "Thank you."

I turned around and Demi was still wiping her eyes. I sucked my teeth softly. Someone snitched. "You've been the one writing me all these notes and...Thank you." Demi hugged me again. Though I needed to reply to Justin, I had to ask. "How'd you know it was me?" She pulled away and started grabbed her stuff. "I knew your hand writing." She winked, then left. I shook my head lightly and called Justin back.

Justin

"Hello?" London is a great city. I really love it here, but it hasn't distracted me from missing Danielle. We're both in two different countries. Two different places. I can't stand it. "Baby?" I sat up, walking away from my table. I didn't excuse myself properly, but I didn't care. "I missed you too...Yeah? That's good." I listened to all she had to tell me. All about the tour and how much fun she had. I just loved her voice. "Are you there? Justin?" I dazed out of my moment and returned to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry babe...Uh huh..." I listened while politely nodding to girls who walked by. I was suppose to be out to dinner, with my family and friends. But I'm in hallway, talking to Dani. I'm talking to my love. "I wanna meet you in L.A." I knew that her next week, she was gonna be in Los Angeles; around the same time as me. I wanna take her out one night, where it's just me and her. A real date. I laughed lightly as she told me more about her day. I couldn't wait until next week.
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One Week Later...

Dani

"I'm sick. And extremely tired." I complained to Demi and my sister, Dori. Mama was in Houston, visiting. Lucky. But nothing, not a sore throat, not a headache, not even itchy ears would stop me from this date with Justin. It was our off day, for everyone, and I'm going on this date, even if it kills me. "Dani, I'm sure Justin would understand about tonight if you cancelled--." "Yeah, hon, you're sick. The weather will just make it worse." Demi agreed with Dori. I objected. I'm going tonight, and it was final. I finished my make up, barely, to look somewhat presentable. To hide the fact that I'm sick and most likely, my bagging eyes. "Justin's in the sitting area." I looked from the mirror to the suite's door, seeing Carin walk in. I fluffed out my curls and started getting clothes out. I might've looked like a hippie, but was a last minute, better-than-nothing, thing(Spend the Day W/You. - Polyvore). "Be careful." Dori muttered. She and Demi had plans as well. Guess since they were close in age, they got along better. Justin kissed my cheek and handed me mixed flowers. Pink Orchids and Tropical Lillies. He walked me out my hotel room. I yawned lightly then grabbed hold of Justin's arm. Quickly, he noticed. "You ok?"

Justin seemed worried, but I shrugged it off. "I'm fine." Justin grabbed my hand and kissed it. I smiled and carefully stepped into the car. We drove around and grabbed a bit to eat at this café on the beach, Downtown. Every now and then, while we talked, Justin took the head of the flowers he gave me and placed them randomly in one side of my hair. I decided to braid the flowers into one braid, so they wouldn't fall. And every once in a while, he's try to steal a kiss me or something, but I wouldn't let him. Me sick, is one thing, but Justin sick is like the world ending. Once we got on the beach, we had a talk. And my headache went through the roof. "What's goin' on Dani? I thought you were excited 'bout today?" I sighed, turning to him. His arms wrapped tighter around my waist. "I am, Jay, I just been sick lately. I don't wanna get you sick." I felt sand between my toes. I felt dizzy and nauseated. But I had to hold on, I held it together. "Babe, why didn't you tell you're sick, we could've did this another time." I just shook my head, ignoring it.

I excused myself, pulling away to go back to the cafe to use to the restroom, but I never made it. I collapsed in the middle of the street, with the last good breath I had left, before I started begging for it. I heard tires screeching. I heard people screaming. But worse of all, I could hear myself crying. "DANI!!!" I gasped for air again, trying to stay awake. Nausea and exhaustion consumed me.
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I had dehydration, cold, and food poisoning. Food-freakin'-poisoning. Now explain that mess to me. I was in all kinds of pain. My face hurt drastically, my head throbbed frantically. My heart raced rapidly. I closed my eyes, ignoring the stiffness of the IV, and the tug and pull of the oxygen tubes and the beeping of the machines. My time on Demi's tour was cancelled until further notice. My date with Justin? Ruined, without a doubt, because I refused to get help, with a failing immune system. I opened my eyes again and seen Justin, with a slightly swollen, pinkish face. He held my hand in his, kissing over the back of it every so often. He cried for me? "Mmmah.." I groaned, coughing. His chair scrapped across the tiled floor , inching closer to me. "Baby? Baby, talk to me." I tried, really, but all that came out were groans. I tightly closed my eyes, adjusting to the florescent lights above. "J-Justin..?" I groaned, turning to my side. "Oh baby..." He pushed some of my hair from my face, biting his lip back. He looked absolutely scared. "You fainted in the middle of the street. A car stopped just in time; if it hadn't, it would've..." He couldn't even get the words out.

I reached up my IV clad hand to his face. He held onto it limply, trying not to aggravate my IV. "I'm fine baby, don't worry--." "Dani, how could I not worry...That was too dangerous." He breathed. I brought his face to mine, practically breathing in my germs to him, but he didn't care. I decided to give him what he craved for all day, since I was too stubborn. I pecked his lips softly, but his lips urgently took charge. He pulled back slightly, panting as if he was dying. Next time, I will take better care of myself.

I couldn't scare him again.

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omg, this was horrible.