"Chelsey? Baby? BABYYYY!" Justin ran towards me as I was sitting in the airport's lounge. I'm going touring with him in France but he still has one more show in London.
"Justin!" I felt his hands around my waist while he picked me up and span me around. I kissed him and he kissed back. "I missed you way too much. Listening to your voice on the phone wasn't enough."
"I missed you more! I'm just glad to have you in my arms again." He took my hand and we headed outside with Moshe following behind. we went outside and of course there was millions of paparazzi. I looked at Justin and I could tell he was mad from all of these paps. The paps here are really getting Justin upset and they won't leave him alone. I held his hand tighter giving him a sign to ignore them. Justin dragged both of us into the car as fast as possible, pushing people out of the way.
"Easy Justin! Easy easy! That's assault!" A paparazzi shouted.
Justin and I were already in the car so we couldn't really understand what he said that time.
"Yeah but you were in our way, relax." Moshe answered back.
"No I moved out of the way, I moved out of the way. That was assault."
"You didn't!" Moshe shouted back.
"Fuck off back to America, fucking little moron. Who the fuck is your family?" The pap yelled to Justin inside the car.
Justin opened the door and I tried to stop him.
"Justin! Stop!" I grabbed his arm but he jumped out.
"The fuck you'd say? What'd you say? I'll fucking beat the fuck out of you. I don't care who the fuck you are." Justin screamed at him.
"Justin stop! Get back inside the car!" I yelled at him.
Moshe was holding Justin back and pushing him back inside the car and shut the door.
"Fucking cock." The pap yelled at Justin once again.
"What' you say?" Justin said, yelling out the window. But before he could answer we drove off.
"Justin what the hell!" I slapped his arm.
"I'm sick of the paparazzi here. I can't wait to leave. Damn it! They ruined my birthday now this." Justin stomped his foot on the car floor.
"It's okay. One more show and you can leave alright? Just please calm yourself. You already fainted last night, you don't need more health problems just please relax." I put my hand on his leg trying to calm him.
He slid his palm down his face and pulled out his phone to go on twitter.
He tweeted to his beliebers, "Ahhhhh! Rough morning. Trying to feel better for this show tonight but let the paps get the best of me...Sometimes when people r shoving cameras in your face all day and yelling the worst thing possible at u...well I'm human. Rough week. Not gonna let them get the best of me again. Gonna get focused on this show tonight. Adrenaline is high now. Gonna put it on the stage. Only way someone can break u is if u let them."
He's been ranting a lot lately on there and instagram about the tabloids. I just wish he'd ignore them, they just want his attention. Everyone's getting worried about him.
"Justin look at me."
He turned and stared into my eyes with tears in his. I looked down because the pain of seeing him cry was too much.
"Justin, I think you need to take a break. You need to take a break from this tour, and everything. Go on vacation and have the time of your life for a month or so. Everyone, your beliebers, and I are worried about your health and you! Please take a break. Your beliebers would want you to."
"Chels, I can't just take a break. I need to do this tour for my fans. They'd be disappointed in me if I ever did that." A tear fell onto his cheek but I wiped it off before it hit the floor.
"But do you see how you're being treated? You're crying. All of the stories? You've been ranting on twitter this whole week about them! Babe, you need a break."
"Chels..they'd be devastated."
"Look on twitter, go to the Trends. See what's trending?" Justin turned back on his phone to go on twitter. He pressed the top trends and saw that "#papsleaveJustinalone" and "Justin needs a vacation" was the top two trends. "They care."
Justin looked down back to his phone and tweeted once again.
"I'm human and people don't realize that. Getting through this tough week and glad its finally over. I'm sorry if any of u are disappointed by this but I think after this last show in London..I'm going to take a break. U beliebers know the best 4 me. #loveubeliebers"
I smiled at Justin and he did a half smile back. I knew he was sad for doing this, but like he said. Beliebers knew best for their idol.
That night after the last London concert, Justin and I were on the plane back to Canada. He was beside me resting with his music. But I'm so happy he's doing this break thing he really needs. My phone suddenly started ringing and it was Fredo.
"Hey!" I answered.
"Hey, is Justin there? With you?"
"Yeah..he's sitting right next to me." I saw Justin take out his headphones and open his eyes.
"Good. Is he alright? I saw that video. Thanks for trying to stop him."
"Oh...yeah. He's okay. Do you wanna talk to him?"
"Nah, I'm just about to call him, so talk to you later. Night!"
Just as I hung up, Justin's phone started ringing.
Justin sighed. "Ey." "Nothing, I'm just bummed out." "Yeah, I know. Thanks." "Okay, I know." "Yeah." "Alright night." "You too. See you soon." He hung up and put his headphones back in.
I started biting my cheek knowing Justin's sad but didn't know how to handle it.
"Justin? Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." I knew he wasn't. Anyone could figure that out. "Really, I am." His hat was covering his eyes which made me not being able to tell if he was awake or not.
"Everything's gonna be alright. Don't you worry, love you. Night." I leaned over to kiss Justin on the cheek but he turned his head, making me touch his lips instead.
"Aha! Gotcha!" He winked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I stuck my tounge out at him. "Goodnight baby."
"Night Chels. Love you too."
