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What Really Goes On Behind The Scenes

Justin's P.O.V

" Justin!" A reported yelled, soon enough I was surround by reporters and the paps.

" How was your visit with One Direction?" One yelled.

" Justin, smile!" One screamed.

" Justin, Justin, is it true you and Selena broke up?" Another one yelled. 

They couldn't give me a break?

I made a dash to my car pushing some people out of the way.

" What a little moron!" One guy said as I got in the car.

" What did you say?" I yelled getting out. Soon enough Kenny held me back from doing something stupid.

Fuck! Skyla! I wish you were here to make this all go away.

She makes me laugh when things like this happen. I am just sick of this.

I wish right now that my mom said no to Scooter. 

I wouldn't be famous and I could have a normal life.

" Justin, it is okay..." Kenny said rubbing my back.

I looked at him through my tears and asked " How is it okay? Selena, my love, is gone. Skyla, my best friend, left. Paps and reporters are surrounding me. How is it okay, Kenny?"

" You'll find love with someone who loves more and you still are young. Skyla, well... She was one of a kind. You'll find new people to fill up the space that she has impacted on you. The reporters and paps only want to see you do something wrong. They need a story of you to make your fans turn, they won't be able to, though. Justin, things are hard now but you have to make it through it, for you and you fans." Kenny said patting my back.

" Thanks." I said. 

We arrived at my hotel.

I went straight to the door.

" Justin! Can I have a quick picture?" A little girl asked. I smiled through my tears and nodded.

" Of course, sweetie!" I said. I bended down and held on to the camera and took a picture with her with my arm around her shoulder. I smiled as the best I could.

" Thank-you! One other thing, please don't be sad." She said hugging me and giving me a peck on the cheek before leaving.

I headed into the hotel. I went straight to my room without any interrupts.

I got into my room and couldn't stop the tears that flowed.

I sat down on the bed and thought about everything.

All the pointless conversation Skyla and I had.

She asked questions that made me think.

They were the most randomest, too.

How many times she made me laugh when I was down.

How she always had a smile on her faces.

How I could be my normal weird self with her, not pretend.

How she would sit there and listen to me all day if that is what it took for me to happy again.

How she could get me to slip my guts.

She could make me do anything.

Now here I sit wanting to talk, wanting someone to be there and just listen to me, to say that she will come back, to tell me that I would be okay, that they were there for me, no matter what time it is or anything, I just wanted someone to love me, right now.