It was 2010. For Justin, Stratford would always be home. At seventeen, life had become a blur of airports, interviews and tours, so every time he got a few days off, he immediately went back to the people he missed the most. His friends. Nothing made him feel more normal than being around them, which was exactly why he had rented an ice rink for the afternoon. No cameras, no security everywhere, no huge event. Just hockey, laughter and a couple of hours to feel like an ordinary teenager again. Meanwhile, Amelia had no idea any of this was happening. She was simply doing her aunt a favor. Her cousin was meeting up with some friends, her aunt had things to do and Amelia had agreed to accompany him for a while before heading back home. She wasn’t planning on staying long anyway. The cold air immediately hit her face as she walked into the rink, stuffing her hands inside the sleeves of her hoodie. Her cousin quickly ran off toward his friends, leaving her alone with absolutely no intention of socializing. Instead, she climbed up to the bleachers and sat down, expecting to spend five boring minutes there before leaving. Then she looked toward the ice. There were a bunch of boys laughing together and one face immediately stood out among the rest. Wait. No way. She looked again. Oh. Oh, shit. It was Justin Bieber. She instantly looked away, suddenly finding the floor extremely interesting. Nope. Absolutely not. There was no way she was walking up to him. No way she was introducing herself. No way she was becoming one of those people. She quietly stayed in her seat, pretending she wasn’t internally losing her mind while everyone greeted each other down below. Nobody even noticed she was there. Honestly, she preferred it that way.