Only 2 Years

The Break Up

Mia's POV

Oh shit. We all sat in a deathly silence. Selena was now giving me a death glare, and Justin was probably fucked over. Trent just stood there, not really knowing what to do. I sat there wanting to hide away forever.

"Selena, it's really not what it looks like." Justin tried to explain. Selena scoffed.

"Oh please. I've heard, and seen enough. You've been cheating on me with this whore-" Justin cut her off.

"Don't you dare call her that." Selena just laughed.

"I'm done. I don't need your ass. Go ahead and fuck Mia!" Selena yelled the last part.

Everyone was now paying full attention to us. It was really embarrassing. There were at least 30 people taking a video of the whole thing. I can see it now...

'Justin Bieber cheats on Selena Gomez.'

"We are over." She said. Justin looked really upset. She then looked at me.

"You are so lucky I don't beat your ass right now." She then walked out of the restaurant. She scared me when she said that. So many thing were running through my head. Justin was gunna hate me. I caused this. This is my fault. I wanted to cry, seeing Justin on the verge of tears. He sniffed and talked, not making eye contact.

"Can we get this to go please?" He asked Trent. He scurried and got some boxes, packing everything up for us. He gave me a little piece of paper, with a phone number on it.

"Even if this is a bad time, I might not see you again." He trailed off. I nodded and sadly smiled.

"By Trent." I said, and we walked out the restaurant. Justin opened the door for me once again, and taking my hand still. I was very suprised by this action, seeing he literally just got dumped. But this was a bad time for this move. There were paps everywhere.

"Justin is it true you cheated on Selena?"

"Are you and Mia together now Mr. Bieber?"

"Is it true you two are hooking up with each other!?"

"Why did you go behind Selena Gomez's back and date this girl instead?" I took that one kind of offensive. We finally got to the car and drove off.

We were driving down the and Justin was driving a little too fast. I wasn't worried though. He can handle his driving.

"I'm sorry." I said, my voice breaking. I let a tear slip down my cheek. Justin didn't say anything. Yep, he hated me.

"This was all my fault. I should have never started flirting with him. That wouldn't have lead you to say we were on a date. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry Justin." I looked out the window at the night sky.

I sniffled, not caring if I cry infront of him. He still didn't say anything. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him wipe his eyes. I turned and saw him, his face and eyes all red, crying silently. I turned away so I wouldn't cry harder.

He just lost his love, and it's all my fault. I feel horrible. I'm such a bad friend, bad person. I had my left hand in my lap, and right holding my face up on the window, occasionally wiping tears away. I felt Justin's soft hand slip into mine. I looked over and saw him still paying attention to the road.

"I promise you Mia, it's not your fault. I should have never had a smart mouth and said that. Please don't cry. I hate seeing my princess cry." He looked over at me and gave a small smile. I returned the gesture and wiped my tears. I sniffed and thought.

"Justin, what are other people going to think. The word gets out pretty quick, they'll know by tomorrow." I said, referring to the Belieber family.

"Well jeliebers and Jelena shippers will be disappointed. At me at first, but everything will die down. Technically I didn't cheat on her, and everyone will soon realize that." I nodded.

"Hopefully very soon." I looked at our interlocked hands.

I love this feeling. I don't know how to describe it. I love Justin. I really do. I have loved Justin for a long time. But he doesn't know. All the little things he does, affects me. Hugs, forehead kisses, hand holding, him playing with my hair, pet names, it all send sparks running through my veins. I love it, and can't get enough.

We got home, and Justin opened my door, and walked me in the house and up to my room. When we were in my room, I grabbed a pair of grey sweats that said "bieber" on them. Ones I got today. I also grabbed a tank top and went into my bathroom, changing.

I hung the dress back up, and put the heels away, putting on my new purple converse. I got out and Justin was also changed, in sweats, shirtless and converse.

"Oh hey, we match." He said. I laughed.

"Like always." I added, and he nodded.

"Let's go to my house." He said.

"Sure why not." I grabbed my phone and my charger. We made our way to our balcony. Our balconies were connected, so we could just walk across and go into each others room. I closed my balcony door and went into Justin's room. He walked across the room and turned the lights off. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see he hopped on his bed, getting comfortable. I laughed quietly.

"Come over here silly." He said in a different voice. I followed over there and he pulled me down on his bed, making me lay ontop of him.

He started playing with my hair, something he does often. He says it "keeps him calm" when he's upset. He also says that he'd play with his hair, but it's not long enough. I rolled off him, laying next to him. He wrapped his legs around mine and continued to play with my hair.

"Princess?" He looked me in the eyes. I could now see his face infront of mine. He sighed.

"You know why I call you my princess right?" He asked me I shrugged.

"Because a princess is one of the most important people, besides the queen. I don't have a queen anymore." I was confused by now. I understand what Justin is saying, but I don't know where he's going with this.

"Can you handle the role of being my queen?" I processed his words and smiled.

(A/N, SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE GUYS BUT HE DIDN'T ASK HER OUT! Just to clarify, he asked her to be more in his life, more than a best friend, but like a dependable part of his life, where he can go to her for anything, just like he could with Selena.) *SORRY

"I would love to." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I already know I'm your king right?" He asked in a cocky way. I smirked. I pushed his bare chest.

"Yeah right Mr. Bieber." I said sarcastically. He gasped, acting hurt, grabbing my body and pulled me close to his body, holding me in his arms.

"I'm not letting go until you say it." He said. I giggled.

"Okay okay, you're my king Bieber." I said he chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm still not letting go." He said. I could just see the smirk on his face. But I'm okay with that. I yawned, and a few moments later, so did Justin.

"Goodnight my queen." He mumbled in my hair. I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Goodnight my king." I mumbled back. I fell asleep soon after that, enjoying the time I'm in Justin's arms.

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I loved writing this ❤