I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 55 - The Aftermath

< Chapter 55: The Aftermath >

♥ Justin’s POV: ♥

Right in front of all my friends, I dropped to my knees and simply began crying. I couldn’t help but feel like Jamie just left me— which she did. I covered my face with both hands and began to sob on them.

“Jamie, wait!” I heard Ryan call after her, then the sound of footsteps began to follow Jamie. But that wasn’t right. Ryan shouldn’t be chasing after her, that should be me. But how could I, when I can’t move my own feet?

“It’s okay, Justin,” Phoebe’s voice soothed me, and her hand touched my back gently in an attempt to calm me.

“It’s not okay, Phoebe. She hates me, I can’t stand living while knowing the woman of my dreams hates me,” my voice cracked.

“She most definitely does not hate you, you’re overreacting and so is she. Just give her a moment to think. She’s just a little worked up and you know that her hormones are all over the place. Give her time,” she explained.

But that wasn’t what mattered the most to me. The thing that shocked the fuck out of me was how abortion was even an option for her. Yes, it was a threat that worked on me but that’s going too far.

That hurt a lot. Why can’t we leave the baby out of this?

“H-how could she threaten the baby?” I sobbed, as Phoebe leaned down on the floor and wrapped her arms around me in a comforting hug. I rested my head on her shoulder and cried my eyes out as she patted my back, whispering positive things into my ear.

I could feel the eyes of Chaz, Noah and Allison looking down at us, probably feeling sorry for me.

How could I have been so stupid?

♥ Jamie’s POV: ♥ 

I was running as fast as a pregnant woman could run out of Phoebe’s house and to my own. All I could think of was Justin, but it was constantly making my heart ache.

“Jamie! Stop!” a familiar voice shouted behind me. It didn’t sound like it belonged to Justin, so I turned around to see Ryan running after me. I froze in place and waited for him to catch up to me, staring back at him with my vision blurred with tears.

“R-Ryan..” I choked out, and he instantly wrapped me into a hug.

Bless my best friends.

“It’s ok, I’m here,” he muttered in my ear, letting me cry on his shoulder.

“I love him,” I sobbed into his shirt, feeling guilty for getting his clothes wet with my tears. But he didn’t seem to mind at all.