Love In The Lights (Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 115

YOUR POINT OF VIEW


I felt Justin move from beside me, but I was too tired to even open my eyes. I felt Justin shuffle some more, before wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me into him so I was resting my head on his chest and turning on the TV quietly, rubbing his thumb subconsciously over my hip bone, pulling me into his side, kissing my forehead. Sighing, I kissed his bare chest, wrapping both of my arms around his torso, interlocking our legs 'morning baby' Justin hushed kissing my forehead.


'Spongebob really?' I smirked sheepishly as I listened to the TV, although he probably thought I was asleep and therefore couldn't hear what he was watching 'hey, don't judge' he said squeezing my body 'I'm not' I giggled keeping my eyes shut, kissing his chest once more.


'sooo...' Justin trailed off rolling over so he was facing me in bed. 'how are you awake?' I groaned grogily, keeping my eyes shut 'babe, its like half 11 its barely morning' he laughed 'oh' I laughed slightly, fluttering my eyes to look at him, smiling sheepishly. 


'Soooo...' Justin repeated 'yesss?' I trailed off, staring at him telling him to continue 'are we still having our house warming party tomorrow?' He asked me, snaking his arms around my waist, hauling my body towards his 'fuck' I cursed 'I forgot about that, but yeah!' I giggled, nodding 'okay, who's coming?' he laughed brushing my messy hair out of my face 'a lot of people I think' I nodded 'your mum, my mum, Josh, Millie, your dad, Erin, Jazzy and Jaxon, Miley, Demi...' I trailed off 'you get the idea' I giggled 'okay' he chuckled 'I'm looking forward to moving in' he smiled 'me to!' I giggled. I laid there, so happy that I had already unpacked most of the boxes at our new house.


'what time are we going there today?' Justin asked quietly as I ran my fingers through his hair 'whenever' I shrugged 'I packed my stuff already and its at the new house so whenever you're ready' I smiled, excited to move into the new house. 


After months and months of waiting it was finally here, me and Justin now have a house together, instead of me just living with him. It was like we were taking another step in our relationship and I couldn't be happier. I know we're only 19 and that's young to be moving in with someone and engaged but we're happy. We move at the rate we feel is right and I don't care what any one else says. 


'I should really just throw all my clothes into a suitcase' he sighed as he began climbing out of bed 'yeah, you should' I joked, pushing him out of bed playfully until he hit the floor 'ouch' he groaned from the floor 'idiot' I laughed at him, still laying warm and comfy in bed. 


Grabbing my phone from the bed side table I saw I had a new message from Lacey, I opened it and it read 'just got an email from vogue asking if you and Justin wanna do an interview and photo shoot about you as a couple and the wedding? Let me know Mrs...?' I sighed knowing I HAD to talk to Justin about whether or not I was going to change my last name or not, I'm scared to see his reaction though.


'Hey Justin' I said leaning over to look at him as he was- still - laying face down to the floor 'what?' He moaned 'Lacey text me asking if we wanted to do a feature for vogue?' I asked him 'really?' He asked, sitting up and raising an eyebrow 'yeah' I nodded 'but if you don't want to do it, tell me because I know we don't usually do those kind of things' I shrugged 'no, I want to... People might actually understand us' he smiled 'really?' I squeaked excited, texting Lacey back saying we'll do it 'yeah, it'll be fun as well' he nodded puckering his lips, asking for a kiss, which I gladly accepted.


'I need to talk to you about something as well' I muttered as I pulled away from Justin 'what's up baby?' Justin asked, concern dripping his words as he climbed back on the bed sitting in front of me. I crossed my legs and played with the hem of Justin's shirt trying to calm my nerves, just man up. He isn't going react that bad, calm down.


'You know... When we get married?' I murmured avoiding eye contact with him 'yeah?' Justin chuckled nervously 'do you want me to change my name?' I asked him quietly, playing with my fingers in my lap 'yeah, I thought you were going to... Why?' He asked furrowing his eyes at me, I shrugged in response not know how to tell him 'well there clearly is a reason?' Justin asked getting more and more angry with my none response 'just tell me' he sighed running fingers through his hair frustrated 'I don't know' I muttered not able to find the words to explain to him.


'for fucks sake! If you don't want to take my last name just tell me' he finally snapped, standing up, clenching his jaw 'why are you getting angry?!' I snapped back 'because the whole point of getting married is us making a family! And if you don't take my name what's the point in even getting married!?!' He yelled 'I never said I didn't want to take your name!!' I yelled standing up from the bed as well 'THEN WHY DID YOU BRING IT UP!?' He screeched 'can you stop shouting and maybe I'll explain' I spat trying to keep calm, although it was pretty hard 'you take the piss sometimes' he spat before walking down stairs slamming the door behind him.


'JUSTIN!' I yelled storming after him, anger raging inside me, I knew he was going to flip out, that's why I didn't say anything, he needs to understand that I don't know what I want I'm going to do! 'What?' He spat from the kitchen 'I said I DONT know what I'm going to do!!' I exclaimed 'why don't you want to? I don't get it? Do you even want to marry me?' He asked turning around to face me, an unreadable expression on his face 'are you seriously asking me that question?' I asked him 'WELL I DONT KNOW THE ANSWER!' He exploded 'IF I DIDNT WANT TO MARRY YOU I WOULDNT SAY YES!' I yelled back at him 'I thought you wanted to do it the traditional way?' He asked shaking his head, confused 'I do-' I began but was soon cut off 'THEN WHY DID YOU SAY YOU DIDNT WANT TO?' He yelled once again 'IF YOU'D SHUT THE FUCK UP I'D EXPLAIN' I screeched at the top of my lungs.


That seemed to shut him up as he leaned against the counter, staring at me, willing me to go on. 'I don't know what to do... I mean, I was going to change my name, I wanted to! but then... Lacey said if I do change my name, my 'brand' won't be as good, and false because I will no longer be YourFullName, I'll be YN Bieber... And she keeps going on about the brand, but I can't help but think that maybe she's right, I can't have everything go because I changed my surname' I muttered knowing what his reaction would be like. 


'SO YOUR "BRAND" IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT YOU WANT? HOW YOUR FUCKING FIANCE FEELS?!' Justin yelled at the top of his voice, slamming his fist on the counter beside him, he was scaring me at how angry he was getting. His jaw was constantly clenched and tensed, his fists balled tight 'HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?! I CAN'T MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!?!' I screeched my hands flying above my head 'I EXPECT YOU TO DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY!? WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BRAND-' 'ME! I CARE I SPENT YEARS BUILDING MYSELF UP, I can't risk that, you know I can't' I said, muttering the last past 'so you'd rather have your precious "brand" over your fiance?' He scoffed 'you know that's not true- actually I don't want to talk to you' I shook my head quietly as I sprinted up the stairs.


Grabbing my remaining clothes I grabbed them, sliding on a pair of leggings- leaving on Justin's t-shirt, I threw the clothes into my bag, putting my hair up in a bun, before slipping on my shoes and sunglasses, grabbing my phone and storming back down stairs to the front door.


'Don't leave!' Justin exclaimed rushing to the door 'why not?' I spat 'DON'T YOU GET IT?! CANT YOU SEE THAT I NEED YOU! Just don't leave' He screamed, whispering the last part, an unreadable expression 'I'm going to the new house, see you later' I shrugged before walking out of the door and sliding into my car, I just need some space.




JUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW



Fuck sake. I'm angry, and I think I have every right to be, if we're going to get married we're doing it properly, I thought that's what she wanted, but right now it seems as if her brand is more important than OUR wedding, i get that i shouldn't have shouted at her.


i guess the thought of her being unsure as to whether or not she wanted to take my surname threw me odd guard, i mean, i just assumed she would. it made me feel as if i wasn't actually loved, and that i was kind of worthless. sounds stupid but that's the way i feel.


hearing her footsteps come down the stairs, i lifted my head from my hands and stared at her as she began to open the front door 'Don't leave!' i exclaimed rushing to the door, immediately thinking that she had finished, she was done, that she was packing up her bags to leave, even though i'm still furious with her, that doesn't mean i want her to leave 'why not?' she spat, snapping her head to look at me 'DON'T YOU GET IT?! CANT YOU SEE THAT I NEED YOU! Just don't leave' i screamed whispering the last part, trying to get my point across to her 'I'm going to the new house, see you later' she shrugged as if she didn't even care. she then walked away slamming the door behind me.


Groaning in confusion, i sighed, jogging up the stairs to go and pack all my clothes up to move to the new house.


as soon as i was packed, i threw on some sweats and a top before jumping into my car, packing my suitcases and placing Bell in the passenger seat with her dog bed before setting off. 


i don't want to even speak to her until she makes her mind up, although i love her doesn't mean i'm going to apologise.