It couldn't possibly be him, right? The guy I've loved since I was twelve years old until now with the name of celebrity crush couldn't possibly be the one that I had always talk so rudely to, right? It was too good to be true, right?

"Please talk to me," his voice sounded so vulnerable, like he was begging to be loved for who he was. Or maybe I'm over exaggerating about it? I had mixed feelings, thinking about the person on the other side of the line.

"Answer me, Hazel." It sent chills down my spine when he mentioned my name. His voice sounded like he wanted to say something out loud, but something was stopping him and I couldn't possibly complete the puzzle on them.

My voice squeaked a little. "H-Hello," I stuttered with uneasy feeling.

He sighed deeply. "You sound so beautiful," he wasn't whispering anymore, there and then I knew one thing about him. He was the real Justin Bieber.

Ended up being the stupidest person ever, I did something I didn't expect myself to do if I knew I was talking to my inspiration. I hung up on him. I know it was so stupid and that was not the only dumb thing I did. I even blocked his number and switched off my phone, before putting it to one side, not wanting to dare to glance at them anymore.

I took a long, deep breath before taking the couch pillow and banging them on my face repeatedly. My heart was giving me butterflies because I actually talked to my first love although he never knew I existed. I loved him truthfully, although I couldn't go to any of his concerts here. He made me realize by believing in yourself, you could achieve great things in life. I won my dancing competition the national level because of that, because of him.

My head hurt from thinking about how I wounded my own idol; my first love. I couldn't forgive myself for that. He was the one who had always make me smile and I just made him hurt. I hate myself.

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I wore a pair of converse, settling down with my black hoodie with black, ripped skinny jeans. Wondering if I was doing the right decision, I just shook the thoughts from conquering my head at the moment. I had to know, to confirm if it was the real Justin Bieber. I will never move on until I see the truth myself.

Taking the car keys in my right hand, I opened my front door to drive to the place where he supposed to be at, although I knew it would be the slightest chance. The place that will decide my fate from now on.

Great Ocean Road, here I come...

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enjoy the chapter.

4th of February, 2017.