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After an hour I finally arrive at my new home. On the way here, I couldn't stop staring out the window soaking in the beautiful views of sunny L.A. It's like another life compared to England. One thing I won't be complaining about is the weather making the hot men walk around topless. The driver had to tap my shoulder to get my attention as I was to busy staring at this very sexy man walking down the street.

When I get to the house that I will be calling my home excitement overwhelms me thinking of the person that is behind the door. One knock on the door is all it takes for it to be swung opened to reveal a wide smile coming form my best friend Emma who I haven't seen in 3 years. Suddenly all my worries escape my mind.

'Hey Girl, it's been along time how you been?' I say while jumping into Emma's arms for a big hug

'Well, I been great, Can't believe your here' Emma says.

After 2 hours of non stop gossiping and unpacking I realise it's time to go in for my interview with GQ. On the plane I was practising what to say to the interview at one point I spoke so loudly that I got told to shut up by the three year old sitting next to me as well as the odd dirty look here and there from the cabin staff.

When I finally get to GQ headquarters I go to the secretary desk that is looks like she should be posing for playboy from the clothes she is wearing, she sends me upstairs where I wait to be interviewed.After half hour I walk out of the interviewing room relived that it is over, I made such a complete twat of myself, I was interview by Samantha Smith she is the brains behind this magazine. When I walked in she gave me the look.

And I fell. Yep, face down on the flower my jimmy choo shoes pointing in the air. And then it got worse when she started talking about how the staff cannot have sexual relations with each other the cappuccino I was drinking all came out of my mouth and onto my very expensive red blazer. So, now I'm walking fast as I can out of this place my head down not wanting anyone to see my bright red face.

That's until I bump into a person and of course I fall flat onto the floor. I was about to start crying until I heard the voice of the unknown stranger.

'Oh shit, sorry are you ok?' I know that voice;

I look up and swear I just stopped breathing. His pricing blue eyes stare into my brown eyes. I'm lost for words its Justin Timberlake. Justin Timberlake is talking to me and I'm in a daze say something you idiot. Anything.

'Well obviously not am I' I say harshly without even thinking. I manage to get up and pull my self together and look at Justin who is standing looking at me confused and might I add sexy with his low hip hanging jeans and a tight t-shirt.

'Um ok. Sorry' He says softly. Oh my god. Why am I being a complete jackass? With that said I just carrying on walking out of the office.

That night me and Emma decide to go to Hollywood's hotspot Hyde to celebrate my arrival in L.A and most of forget my complete utter embarrassment earlier in my interview.

After 4 drinks I'm pretty much wasted and my free self is all out there, I been dancing with all the guys in the club tonight and for the first time it feels great. It's not everyday that I get to have fun and not think about my strict religious parents waiting up for me.

I'm Sikh I follow god's teachings but I can have fun I don't understand why my parents don't let me live my life but I have to forget that now because I'm free.

And that when I hear cheers and hollers coming from the v.i.p section. And then I see him, surrounded by a group of guys and all the skimpy clothed girls making eyes at him.

JT is in the building. I need a drink. I order my cocktail and turn and see him staying straight at me with the glare that immediately makes my stomach fill with butterflies. Oh no he's walking towards me and I don't move a muscle I must look like such an idiot right now but I try and maintain the small amount of coolness I think I have.

Chapter 2

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I can't breathe. My stomach is in knots. Justin is walking towards me and all I can think about it how good he looks. He's wearing a blue button down shirt with his William rast jeans topped of with a black fedora. And there's me in my low cut flowery pick dress with beads of sweat running down my forehead because of being nervous.

'Hey' he says leaning against the bar getting the barman's attention.

'Hi 'I say in my most serious voice. I don't get it. I was a complete jackass and he's being friendly.

'Tough day' he says looking at the several empty cocktail glasses in front of me in the bar.

'Yea' I sign with a slight smile 'it's been a tough day' he nods receiving his rum and coke.

'I'm sorry;' I say rushed he turns and looks at me with a slight smirk on his lips if he wasn't so hot I would slap him around the face

'For? Being a bitch to me' Justin says with hint of sarcasm. Yup I am now pissed off. How dare he call me a bitch?

'Excuse me, how dare you call me that' I say harshly I turn to him and put my hand on my hip

'Sorry' he says raising his hands. He starts to walk around before I tap his shoulder. He turns and looks me dead in the eyes.

'Look, I know I was a harsh when I bumped into you earlier but you have no idea what I've been through. And you have no right with calling me a bitch!' I said, my voice filled with anger.

The sounds of make love in this club surround the nightclub, couples dancing together, hands in the air.

You say you're searching for somebody that will take you out and do you right.
Well, come here baby and let daddy show you what it feels like.
You know all you gotta do is tell me what you're sipping on.
AndLooking in your eyes,
While you're on the other side,
(And I think that shorty I gotta thing for you)
You keep doing it on purpose, wind it and work it.
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me, girl. I promise that I'm gonna keep it coming all night long.



At the bar, me and Justin stare into each others eyes. I smirk and turn around to finish off my drink and grab my purse and walk past Justin not once looking back at him. Musicians such jerks!

I wanna make love in this club.
In this club
In this club
In this club
I wanna make love in this club.
In this club
In this club
In this club



2 hours later I am completely hammered. I can barely renumber my name right now. Justin's been staring at me while I had been dancing in what my mother would say a shameful way.

Get low by flo rida echoes throughout the club the cheers from the party people roar. This is my song.

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low



I grab Emma's arm to get her attention from a very hot Italian guy. I have to get my groove on to this song.

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Half way through the song. I turn and see Justin with a pretty brunette dirty dancing on the dance floor. He looks at me a smirk. What is with this jackass? I carry on dancing I turn to talk to Emma but she's all across the dancing getting her umm freak on with the Italian guy. Oh no who shall I dance with.

I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa



I brush my hair out of my face with my hand and carry on dancing. I feel someone's hands on my waist and I stop. I turn and see Justin with a smirk on his lips he begins dancing with me and pulls me closer to him. Butterflies flood my stomach; I've never danced with a guy so close to me. Come on, I a Sikh girl. We don't do stuff like this. His voice makes me remember what I'm doing.

Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low



'what's wrong?...can talk but cant dance huh!?' he's voice is soft with a hint of cockiness'

I turn and grab his face in my hands put my lips near his left ear and whisper

'Oh I can dance, I just don't waste my time with assholes' I push my self back and walk away leaving Justin Timberlake speechless for the first time ever. And I leave the club with a bucket load of confidence that I never thought I had.