Spending the day with Justin Bieber was like stepping into a dream, the kind you never want to wake up from. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything as you two cruised through the streets in his sleek car, music blasting, the wind whipping through your hair.

He had one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to intertwine with yours, flashing you that signature smirk that made your heart skip a beat.

“Where to, baby?”

he asked, his voice smooth and playful, and you just laughed, knowing that wherever you guys ended up, it was going to be unforgettable. You decided to hit up a cozy little café, where he kept his hoodie up to stay low-key, but that didn’t stop a few excited fans from whispering and sneaking glances.

He signed a couple autographs, ever the sweetheart, before focusing all his attention back on you teasing you about the way you stirred your drink, making you giggle.

From there, you two took a stroll through a quiet park, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as you talked about everything and nothing, the kind of deep conversations that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world to know him beyond the fame.

Later, he surprised you with an impromptu private studio session, where he played you a song he’d been working on—soft, heartfelt lyrics that made it clear it was about you. You couldn’t stop blushing as he sang, his eyes locked onto yours, and when he finished, he just grinned and pulled you onto his lap, whispering,

“You like it?”

Of course, you loved it. The rest of the day was a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and just soaking in every second with him, because being with Justin wasn’t about the glitz and glamour—it was about the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.