Love In The Lights (Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 50

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

I opened my eyes and saw Justin’s room with him laying sweetly beside me, I smiled to myself as I checked the time 11 am, not too bad, I have work at one so I shouldn’t go back to sleep. I let out a quiet sigh before realising myself from Justin’s grip and sitting up and ravelling my naked self. I quickly sat back down in bed and pulled the covers over my body as I silently blushed to myself remembering last night, it was amazing to say the least. His body against mine, his lips on mine, I don’t think I knew just how much I missed him until he came home. I reached over and grabbed my underwear before slipping it on and throwing Justin’s t-shirt over my head, it just covered my bum as I crept out of the room and made my way downstairs picking up all the clothes that were left scattered around the house last night. I left them all in a pile in the corner of the hall as I wondered into the kitchen, my stomach began to growl showing myself how hungry I was, I walked over to the fridge as opened it to reveal a note ‘Justin, I got you some new food because you never sorted out this fridge!!!! Love mum xx’ I giggled to myself at how cute Pattie is, I need to thank her for everything if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn’t be with my mum and Josh… oh and William don’t get me wrong he’s a nice man but he tried too hard to fill in the gap of my father and honestly I don’t want that gap to be filled, I want it to stay empty as if I’m staying loyal to my dad. But no matter what nobody can replace him, ever. Searching the fridge in the hope of some food I could cook… mmm if I’m hungry than Justin must be double as hungry than me considering he is ALWAYS hungry, and when I say always I’, not exaggerating. I grabbed sausages, bacon, waffles, pancakes and some bread to toast. I began to cook all the food when I heard Justin call for me upstairs ‘babyyyy?’ he groaned in his beyond sexy sleepy voice ‘I’m making food I’ll be back up in a bit!’ I yelled back up to him ‘I love you’ he said his voice a little more perky but he was still clearly tired ‘I love you too Justin’ I called up to him before I heard his bedroom door shut again. I stared down at my hand smiling widely as soon as I saw the ring, it was truly beautiful but it wasn’t crazy and full of diamonds which is what I like, subtle. I stared at it until I began to smell the food burning… oops! Once all the food was set out on plates I placed them down on a tray with two glasses of orange juice. I carefully walked up the stairs trying not to spill anything I managed to walk up the stairs and kick the door open with my foot ‘hey baby’ I said in a quiet voice as I shut the door with my foot once again and walked over to the bed handing Justin the food before slipping under the covers and snuggling into Justin’s side as Justin flung his right arm over my shoulder ‘you’re so amazing you know that’ he said pressing his lips to my temple I blushed ‘thank you’ I mumbled ‘mmm lets eat!’ Justin said enthusiastically I laughed at his eagerness ‘mmm this is so good!’ Justin groaned as he took a big bite out of a waffle ‘you’re such a pig’ I said shaking my head ‘but you love me so it’s all cool’ he said shrugging at me ‘Scooter’s calling me’ Justin said picking up his phone and looking at me with confusion written all over his face.

JUSTIN’S POINT OF VIEW

Pure confusion swept over me as I saw that Scooter was calling me, why is he calling me? I am supposed to have a month off which means I should get to go a month without him calling me and nagging me. The only reason he calls me is if I’ve done something wrong… oh no what have I done this time ‘Hello?’ I asked picking up the phone and pressing it to my ear ‘Justin you have got to be kidding me!’ Scoter yelled through the phone ‘whoa bro, what did I do?’ I sighed ‘YOU GOT ENGANGAGED ARE YOU CRAZY?!? YOU’RE 18!!!!’ he screamed out in frustration ‘I’m not engaged’ I said shrugging and kissing the top of YN’s head ‘go look at the news then’ he spat and hung up. Ouch. Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning I sighed and hung up my phone tossing it to the end of the bed ‘everything okay?’ YN asked sweetly looking up at me ‘not really’ I sighed leaning back on the bed ‘Scooter screamed at me and told me to turn on the news’ I added with a sigh as grabbed the TV controller and turned it on ‘JUSTIN BIEBER AND MODEL (YOUR FULL NAME ENGAGAED?!’ the news reader spoke out making both me and YN stop and just stare at the TV ‘Yesterday teen pop sensation Justin Bieber was seen at LA’s private beach with girlfriend YN yesterday as he came off tour. But what is that we see on YN’s left hand… A WEDDING RING?! Are they two young some people ask but if you ask us they look happy together… who knows the truth?’ the reporter said before going off on another subject ‘fuck’ I muttered ‘Justin it’s okay’ YN said calmly ‘I can just where the ring on the other hand’ she added sliding the ring off of her finger ‘no! I want you to wear it on that hand!’ I spat immediately regretting it ‘why?’ she asked me I just shrugged my shoulders as she went to move the ring off of her finger again, I grabbed her hand and stopped her ‘JUST LEAVE IT’ I yelled ‘why?’ she spat keeping her voice low ‘I just want you to keep it on there’ I said letting go of her hand ‘I’m not going to argue with you, I have to go to work’ she mumbled climbing at of bed, I sighed and rubbed my face in my hands in frustration, I’ve been home one day and we are already arguing. 

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

He has got to be kidding me, why is it so important to keep this ring on my wedding finger it isn’t even an engagement ring?! What is wrong with him, he’s been back one day and we are already arguing. I groaned as I climbed out of bed and stormed off to his bathroom slamming the door shut and locking it before stripping down and turning on the hot water of the shower allowing the water to beat of my skin as I washed my hair and body washing away all of the sweat built up from last night. As I climbed out of the shower and wrapped the single towel around my body and walked back into his bedroom he hadn’t move positions he still had his head in his hands as soon as he heard me walk in his head shot up in my direction ‘I’m sorry baby I’m just i-‘ he said ‘you have no excuse’ I said shrugging my shoulders and not looking at him before throwing on my jeans and a baggy top leaving my hair to dry ‘baby please’ he begged as he walked over to me ‘Justin I’m really not in the mood’ I said walking away from him and down the stairs and into the living room knowing he was following me ‘well can I at least come to your photo shoot?’ he mumbled looking down and leaning against the door frame ‘If you want’ I shrugged not looking at him and keeping my eyes focused on the TV screen as the news reader went into detail about whether or not I was engaged even if I was it is nobody’s business but mines!! Justin then left the room and stomped back up stairs and slammed the door shut in frustration. I didn’t even dare to go onto twitter today I didn’t want to even read any of the hate I would be getting. I get it daily for no reason but today I guess people think I have a reason to get hated. But what can I say? I can tell everyone that I’m not engaged but Justin isn’t letting me take the ring off my finger so people will just think that I am lying which for me will cause more hate. The hate is horrible and for some reason when Justin was on tour it really got it me and it got to me bad. He wasn’t there to comfort me like always I had to deal with it on my own and everything people were saying I began to believe, things like ‘you’re fat and useless’ ‘you’re ugly’ but the one that got to me the most was ‘Justin doesn’t love you’ I began to believe it, I began to think that he doesn’t actually love me. Now I’m not sure if it was just because he wasn’t here or I actually thought that or think that. I don’t know.

‘JUSTIN I NEED TO GO NOW!’ I screamed up the stairs to him as I stormed out of his house and climbed into the driver’s seat of my car and he soon appeared as he jogged out of his house and climbed in to the passenger seat ‘sorry’ he mumbled as I pulled out of his driveway and as soon as I did, thousands of paparazzi crowded around my car. They were screaming questions at us like ‘ARE YOU ENGAGED?’ ‘ARE YOU GOING ON TOUR TOGETHER?’ ‘DO YOU LIVE TOGETHER?’ I beeped my horn trying to get them to move but they just wouldn’t. I could see Justin getting angrier and angrier the longer we sat in the car until he wound the window down and screamed ‘BRO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY NOW!!!’ at the top of his voice as I continued to beep my car horn. And after about ten more minutes of trying I finally got past and as soon as I did I let out a loud sigh of relief. Justin tried to hold my hand but I slipped it out of his grip and held onto the steering wheel with both hands. Neither of us spoke but I could feel his eyes burning through my skin ‘what?’ I asked looking at him ‘nothing’ he mumbled shaking his head as he looked away making me sigh and face the road once again.

As soon as I got to work I was being pulled into different directions leaving Justin standing there looking confused. I was wearing a pair of short hot pants with a small cropped top with a pair of Jeffery Campbell’s from my new collection that I’m realising soon. When I got on set Justin was sitting on the side, looking miserable and upset but I didn’t look at him because I knew that as soon as I did I would be putty in his hands. So I kept focused and ignored him –well to the best of my ability- even though the whole time his eyes were glued to me.