Will Biebs, Kendall, & Harry Kick It On Vaycay?

Get me to the Caribbean, posthaste! Tuesday, Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner were reportedly spotted kicking it on Anguilla before they decided to take a yacht for a spin in St. Barths. Do you know who else happens to be spending their winter break on Anguilla? Justin Bieber, Hailey Baldwin, and Bieber's family.

Oh, my gosh. Kendall Jenner is pals with Justin Bieber and Hailey Baldwin. What if they hang out? What if they already hung out? What if they're already hanging out right now? If those two vaycay groups joined forces, it'd be the ultimate vaycay group.

Inspired by the dream of this ultimate vacation group, I spun a fictional yarn about the four hanging out on Anguilla. Oh, and I went ahead and wedged myself into the story, because what would a Bieber/Kendall/Harry/Hailey fanfic be without a—spoiler alert!—magic-wielding version of yours truly?

Butterflies & Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

The first four days of my stay in Anguilla were calm. Relaxing. Uneventful-in-a-good-way. But that all changed on the fifth day.

The morning of the fifth day of my vacation, I did the same thing I did every morning of the trip: I bought a coffee and took a walk down the beach. In the middle of the stroll, I heard something that caused me to spin around on my bare heel. Actually, I heard somethings. And those somethings were the frenzied shrieks of dozens of teens. Why are they screaming? I wondered. Should I be alarmed?

Before panic could set in, I saw the reason for the shrieks: Justin Bieber. The pop star was paddling around the bay in what looked like a small kayak. As soon as he heard the shrieks, he began to paddle frantically away from the shore. He didn’t seem to have much of a plan. Is he just going to paddle himself out to the middle of the ocean and wait until the fans clear out?

Suddenly, I had an idea.

“JUSTIN,” I barked. “I GOT THIS. DON’T WORRY.” I drew my wand out of my beach bag and waved it over my head.

“WAIT, WHAT? WHAT’S THAT? IS THAT A MAGIC WAND?” Justin yelled. “ARE YOU A WIZARD?”

“Something like that,” I mumbled to myself. I waved the wand over my head as if I was about to throw a lasso.

“PICTURE A PLACE ON THE ISLAND YOU WANT TO GO RIGHT NOW, OK?” I yelled at him. “BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO TELEPORT YOU OUT OF HERE.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Justin began to stand up out of his kayak.

“Biebs, Biebs, Biebs, Biebsgone,” I chanted as I pointed the wand at Justin. And with that, he vanished. His fans began to panic. Their shrieks of joy turned into shrieks of fury. But before they could descend upon me, I cast the vanishing spell on myself: “Kristie, Kristie, Kristie, Krisgone.”

Within seconds, I was back in the lobby of my beachfront hotel. And here I thought I could go an entire trip without using my magic, I mused. Well, that sure was a rush!

As I began to walk toward the lobby elevator, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” a familiar voice asked. I spun around. Justin Bieber was standing in the hotel lobby.

“I’m staying here,” I replied. “I didn’t know you were staying here. And I didn’t know you’d be here. Honestly. I promise I didn’t follow you.”

“Oh, I am not accusing you of anything. Also, I’m not staying here,” he said. “But I am supposed to go get lunch at the restaurant on the seventh floor with some friends. Anyway, thanks for helping me out back there.”

Justin extended a hand. My trembling hand shook his not-trembling hand.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Kristie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Are you hungry? Our lunch reservation is for four people, but we could always make room for one more at our table.”

“Uh… um…” I stammered. Of course I wanted to go hang out with Justin Bieber, but I was speechless.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Justin deadpanned. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

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When we arrived at the restaurant, the maître d’ ushered us to a private dining room. I was so overwhelmed by the day’s events I didn’t realize who we’d be having lunch with until we sat down: Kendall Jenner, Harry Styles, and Hailey Baldwin

“You guys,” Justin began, “I want you to meet Kristie the sorceress.”

Harry and Kendall stared at me.

“I… I’m not technically a sorceress…” I muttered.

“Well, whatever you are, you saved my butt. It’s not that I don’t love my fans, I just needed some ‘me time,’” Justin interjected. “Anyway, she’s eating with us. She seems cool.”

Justin Bieber just said I seem cool, I thought. What is happening. Is this real life? I could sense my face growing warm. I worried I might faint.

“Well, do some magic then,” Harry smirked as he grabbed the bottle of wine off the table. “Let’s see some spells.”

“Harry, she’s not a circus poodle,” Kendall laughed as she playfully smacked Harry's shoulder. “Don’t be rude to our guest.”

“I’m not being rude!” Harry insisted. “I love magic! I’m not being a troll.”

“I… I, uh, can do some magic,” I said as I fumbled around in my beach bag. I retrieved my wand and set it on the table.

“CAN I HOLD IT,” Harry exclaimed. He stood out of his chair and leaned over the table. “I won’t break it. I’ve just always wanted to hold a real magic wand. Yeah, I have one of those Harry Potter wands from SkyMall, but those are souvenirs. Not the real deal. Oy, I miss SkyMall shopping. ”

“Uh, excuse me,” Hailey interrupted. “Now you have to tell us what else you’ve purchased from SkyMall.”

“Oh, just one of those Sasquatch statues, those naff zombie things that look like they’re climbing out of your yard, and at least three customized dog beds.”

“As soon as this lunch is over, I’m adding ‘loves SkyMall’ to your Wikipedia page,” Justin said.

“Do as you wish, mate," Harry shrugged. "Anyway, lemme see that wand.”

I handed over the wand. Harry Styles is holding my magic wand, I thought. My eyes began to well up. I tried to keep the tears at bay, but it was no use. Within milliseconds, the hot tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was sobbing in front of Justin Bieber, Harry Styles, Kendall Jenner, and Hailey Baldwin.

“Harry! Look what you've done! She's crying! Give her back her wand,” Kendall demanded. “Are you OK, Kristie? What’s wrong? Do you need water?”

“I… I…” I sputtered. “It’s just… I'm so starstruck. I hope this doesn't weird you out, but I can't believe I'm sitting here with you. It's all too much.”

Harry set my wand back in my palm. “If you don’t want to do any spells, you don’t have to,” Harry said calmly. “I’m sorry if we upset you.”

“No, you didn’t upset me,” I whispered as I wiped the tears from my face. “These are tears of joy. I’d be honored to do magic in front of you three. This is the greatest day of my life."

Once I regained my composure, I stood up. I pointed my wand at the ceiling. “Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, sky,” I said as I waved my wand in a figure eight motion. Nothing happened. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, sky.”

Nothing.

“Who is this charlatan you invited to our lunch?” Harry asked Justin, his tone sharp with frustration.

“BUTTERFLY, BUTTERFLY, BUTTERFLY, SKY.”

“Justin, is this your idea of a joke? Because it’s…” Harry stopped mid-sentence. “Holy bollocks. Are those—”

“Butterflies,” Kendall whispered. “The whole ceiling is butterflies.”

I slowly sat back down in my chair. “Sorry,” I said as I quietly smeared butter on a slice of French bread. “My nerves got the best of me.”

“Well, I feel like a real prat,” Harry said, never tearing his eyes away from the fluttering ceiling. “Please forgive me for doubting you. This is the greatest day of my life. How are you the one who is starstruck by us? You're a bloody mage!"

The door to the private dining room opened and the waiter walked in. His eyes floated up to the ceiling. He gasped when he saw the thousands of butterflies.

“NOT AGAIN!” he yelled as he ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

“What did he mean by that?” Hailey asked.

“Oh, shoot,” I groaned. “I totally forgot that this is the hotel that had a crazy butterfly infestation a few years ago.”

“Wait, what?” Justin asked.

“I’m kidding. I have no idea what he was talking about,” I said. I pointed my wand at the ceiling. “Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, BYE.”

The butterflies vanished.

“Well, now that we’ve scared off the waiter, do you think you could conjure up some sandwiches or something?” Justin asked. “Because I’m ready to chow down. I mean, if it's not too much trouble. I don't want to be 'that guy' who makes his new magic friend do magic left and right."

“Oh, don't even sweat it. ” I said. I pointed the wand at the table and said, “Grilled cheese, grilled cheese, grilled cheese, appear please.”

…And that is the story of how I ended up eating grilled cheese sandwiches with Justin Bieber, Harry Styles, Kendall Jenner, and Hailey Baldwin.

THE END.