she don't like the lights ~ #Wattys2015

Justin's POV

So I FaceTimed Ariana yesterday when I arrived... she wasn't happy.

I'm glad Karson was there, so my baby won't feel lonely.

My management is shit. I seriously have to go to their damn office. How the hell do they have an office in more than 3 places?

My management is like The Wanted... annoying.

It's 7am and I perform in 12 hours, yet Travis still wants me to go to his office in half an hour.

I lazily get out of my warm, comfy bed, just to go and talk to Travis about something "important".

I get dressed, brush my teeth, comb my hair... and all that shit.

I take my phone, keys, and wallet, and leave.

I go down to the lobby and see 3 tall big men.

I clear my throat.

"We're here to bring you to Mr. Travis." one spoke.

I gulped.

"Okay..." I said awkwardly.

I have chauffeurs? Since when?

I walked to the car and he opened it for me.

"Thanks..."

I sat inside and I was basically was on my phone the whole time.

"Do you mind if we open a bit of the window?" The driver asked.

"I don't mind." I spoke.

He cracked the window open and I heard many screams.

Geez, how did you know it was me?

Girls came running to the car

"OH MY GOD! CAN I PLEASE GET A PICTURE!?" One screamed.

"Of course."

The car stopped and I rolled the window down all the way.

My fans moms are waiting for them... so excited for them, so happy.

I remember when I was so anxious to meet Beyoncé.

My mom was so happy to take the picture for me... I was 14.

This is why I really don't mind taking pictures. If I ignored it like some people, they would be broken.

"I love you so much!" One girl said.
After I was done talking pictures with the 12 girls waiting outside, they were all so happy.

"I love you guys! Thank you so much!" I said.

The car drive off and this girl yelled I love you.

"I LOVE YOU TOO!" I yelled back.

It's incredible.

When I made it to the office, I thanked the driver and went inside the building.

There's a whole front desk and everything... what the hell?

"Who are you looking for?" The girl at the front fest asked.

I cleared my throat. "Um... Trevor Dane..."

She passed me a card... "his office is upstairs, third door on the right. You'll need this key to get in."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Do you seriously need a key in a protected private building?

I went to his door and there was a sensor instead of a key hole.