Confusion (Sequel to I Wish...)

Chapter 28

Chapter song: Right Here by Justin Bieber feat. Drake
(Becca's pov)
-7am-
I was woken up by an alarm going off. I was exhausted, mostly, because I didn't get much sleep. I'm just worried that Max will come after me. I'm scared that he'll find me and who-knows-what will happen.
"Ugh, sorry, baby. I set an alarm"
Justin groaned and turned it off.
"Do you have to be somewhere?"
I stretched and turned to lay on my stomach.
"I have an interview at 8:30am"
He rubbed his eyes then sat up.
"We should get ready before Scooter gets on to me"
Justin mumbled tiredly.
"Ok"
I got up and shivered from the coldness of the air.
"Damn, why is it so cold in here?"
I hugged myself for warmth. He chuckled then got up too.
"I'll turn it down. Get yourself ready, babe"
Justin walked to the thermostat to warm up to room. I quickly turned on the shower and hopped in. I have to hurry up a bit, because I don't want to be the reason why Justin's late. After my shower, I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
"You can take shower if you want"
I opened the door for Justin to hear.
"Ok"
Justin entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Do you mind if I do my hair?"
I asked him.
"Not at all"
He smirked before walking into the shower. I began to blow dry my hair, making sure it laid the way I liked it. After I did my hair, I applied a little makeup but not too much.
"C'mon baby, you don't need that shit"
Justin suddenly wrapped his warm arms around me.
"I didn't put a lot"
I giggled and placed my hands over his arms.
"You look beautiful. Keep that in mind"
He kissed my cheek before walked out. I blushed slightly then walked after him.
"Can you see if Ryan and Chaz are awake?"
Justin put on a pair of dark jeans.
"Yea"
I walked out in the hall and knocked on the door next to ours.
"Hey, Becca"
Ryan answered the door.
"Are you guys almost ready?"
I asked, like Justin requested.
"Yea, we'll meet you out here"
He fixed his shirt.
"Ok"
I smiled then went back into our room.
"They're almost ready"
I said to Justin, who was wearing a light gray shirt.
"Ok. What do you want for breakfast, bae?"
He pulled me close.
"Anything"
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I love you"
He moved his forehead against mine.
"I love you too"
I whispered just before he kissed me.
"Alright, we should go. It's 8am"
Justin grabbed my hand, and we met Ryan and Chaz out in the hall.
"Ready?"
Chaz pressed the elevator button.
"Yea"
We walked in and pressed L for lobby.
"Stay close, baby"
Justin pulled me to him as the elevator stopped. I had a tight grip on Justin's arm and shirt. Ryan and Chaz were close to me as well. We made it through the lobby safely, but there were crowds of screaming people and cameras outside.
"Dammit, where are my bodyguards?"
Justin muttered under his breath, and I grew nervous. We faced the crowds anyway. Is he crazy?! We can't get through this!
"Hold onto me, Becca"
Justin ordered, and I pressed myself closer to him. Bright lights and screams were filling in my head. Several hands touched my head and back, making me get anxious. My chest tightened, and my throat squeezed in on me.
"Justin"
I choked out weakly. Justin glanced at me, then stopped to turn to me. Why did he stop?!
"Becca, are you ok?"
He asked with concern, despite the screaming and hands shoving at us. I shook my head as my breathing grew complicated. Something kept bumping into me and flashing in my eyes. My head was getting light and dizzy.
"Can you breathe? Becca? I don't think she can breathe!"
Justin tried to push everyone away.
"Hey! Give her some space! She can't breathe!"
He shouted, but the bumping and flashing beside me continued.
"Becca, can you explain what's happening?"
A microphone was shoved at me.
"Hey, get away from her!"
Justin pushed the microphone away, but interviewer continued and cameras flashed.
"Stop! I said get away from her!"
Justin aimed his fist to the interviewer beside me. Before I could see his next move, I passed out.
-one hour later-
"I know...I know...Scooter, I'm sorry. They were crowding Becca. She was having a panic attack. What was I supposed to do?..."
Justin's voice woke me up.
"...I know, Scooter. I get it...ugh"
I heard his phone slam on the floor, making my gasp in surprise.
"Oh, you're awake, baby? How are you doing?"
Justin took my hand and asked with worry.
"Good, is everything ok?"
I was confused about everything that was happening.
"Yea, we made it out of there"
He smiled warmly.
"I don't know what happened. I got so nervous-"
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried to go out there without bodyguards"
Justin sounded shameful.
"It's over now. Don't worry about it"
I kept my hand in his.
"...I punched a guy"
Justin muttered guiltily.
"Don't feel bad, Justi-"
"Can you explain what happened out there, Justin?"
Scooter barged into the room.
"Scooter, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it that far. The guy was bothering Becca, and she couldn't breathe. I had to do something"
Justin stood up and explained.
"Why did you go out there in the first place? Weren't there bodyguards?"
Scooter seemed upset and disappointed.
"No, but-"
"Then why would you think that was a good idea?"
Scooter interrupted.
"I don't know"
Justin narrowed his eyes, and I wanted to hug him.
"You're being talked about on tv, and everyone knows what happened. If I were you, I'd apologize"
Scooter said before walking out. Justin sighed and sat down with his head in his hands.
"Justin...It's ok"
I ran my hand through his soft, fluffy hair.
"Are you sure you're ok, baby?"
He asked sadly.
"Yea, I'm ok. I don't want you to feel bad"
I put my hand in his.
"I hope my fans are still here"
Justin sounded completely worried and sad.
"They are"
I tried to cheer him up.
"I should apologize"
He turned on his phone as I squeezed his hand.
"I'm sure you know what happened. I'm sorry it had to get that bad. I love you #mybeliebers"
Justin spoke as he typed.
"How does that sound?"
He looked at me for my opinion.
"Good"
I nodded with a slight smile.
"Ok...I did it"
He put his phone down and moved closer.
"Are people mad at you?"
I felt bad for having a panic attack, because Justin's in trouble.
"Some are. My manager is"
His eye were narrowed and guilty.
"I'm sorry"
I narrowed my eyes too.
"No, you're not. How could you have stopped it? You couldn't breathe, Becca"
Justin looked back at me, his expression was a mess.
"Yea, but I-"
"It's my fault. I chose to go through a crowd of people without protection. It was stupid"
He squeezed my hand and caressed it.
"Don't stress yourself, Justin"
I looked in his chocolate, caramel eyes.
"Chaz and Ryan want to see you. I'll go get them"
He changed the subject, stood up, then walked out the door.
"Hey Becca, how you doing?"
Ryan and Chaz walked in with Justin trailing behind them.
"I'm good"
I nodded and hugged them.
"That's nice to hear. We were so worried about you"
Chaz was being such a sweetheart.
"Aw, I'm fine. No need to worry"
I smiled at them.
"There's people outside, most of them Beliebers"
Ryan stated, and I gave Justin an I-told-you-so look. Justin smiled like he was totally relieved. I motioned him to come here, and he came over to me.
"You know, they have brownies downstairs. We'll go get some for you"
Ryan motioned Chaz to follow him out the door. They always know the right time to leave.
"Does anything hurt, bae?"
Justin sat beside me.
"Not that I know of"
I searched for anything that hurt. Nothing.
"Thats good. I don't know how we're gonna get out of here"
He was clearly stressing and overthinking everything.
"Is there a back door?"
I stroked his hair to help him relax a bit.
"Yea, I think there's a car ready for us"
He nodded and thought out loud.
"We'll do that"
I kissed his cheek, and he kissed my lips.

(A/N: Ugh, schools so stressful😩 Next post is on Thursday)