One Chance (JUSTIN BIEBER FanFic)

Here It Goes

I woke up to Justin's arms wrapped securely around my body. His head was nuzzled into my hair, his face wrinkled up as he slept. I smiled into his chest as I remembered what had occurred before we fell asleep. I needed to get myself fixed up before he woke up so I eased my way out of his grip. He tossed for a moment but remained asleep. I cursed myself for forgetting to grab my toothbrush and some extra clothes. I'm sure Justin wouldn't mind if I wore a pair of his sweats and a shirt, and I'm sure he has extra toothbrushes.

I quietly opened one of his suitcases and instantly found what I was looking for. I crept into the bathroom and turned his shower on. The Jacuzzi tub could wait. I'm in no hurry. I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped into the cooling water. I relaxed myself as I felt the warm water hit every inch of my body. It felt amazing. I used Justin's axe soap since it was the only thing around at the moment, but I wasn't complaining, I loved the way Justin smelled.

After a couple of minutes of washing myself, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the towels that were hanging up. I brushed my teeth and put the clothes on that I had picked out. I wasn't comfortable with wearing his boxers so I had no underwear on. I hope he wouldn't mind.

As I walked into the room, the vibrations from my phone were heard. It was blowing up and i had no clue why. Justin groaned and lightly opened his eyes, squinting so they could adjust to the light from outside.

"Michelle why is your phone going off like that", he pulled a pillow over his head causing me to laugh.

"Calm down Bieber", I said walking to my phone, "It's probably just emails or something.

"Well they better be important emails if they're going off like that", he stood up and walked to the restroom. I waved him off.

Boy was I wrong. It was my social media accounts. My twitter was being blown up by random people I never even met and so was my instagram. What the hell was going on? I sat on the bed and frowned once the reality of what happened sunk in. There were hundreds of thousands of comments from a bunch of Justin's followers. The story broke of me singing with Justin at his concert but I didnt think it would be this big of a deal. I clicked on one of my instagram pictures and scrolled through the comments. There was so much hate. People calling me ugly, attention seeker, whore, money grubber, gold digger, basically every name you could think of. And those are the nicer comments.

As soon as Justin came back into the room he immediately ran to my side once he saw my expression. I was on the verge of crying.

"Oh my god, Michelle what's wrong?"

"A video of me singing at the concert got out. And your fans are going nuts but not in a good way." I put my head down.

He just shook his head and placed his arm around my shoulder.

"Michelle. There are going to be peoole who say bad things about you. Why does it matter what they think? You know how good you were that night. You heard the crowd. You were amazing and you still are. Youre beautiful inside and out. So stop worrying about what they say and if they were my real fans then they wouldnt say those things about you anyway."

I wiped a tear away before speaking.

"I understand that Justin but these are really mean comments. Look at this one", I read it out loud, "Your ugly. Go die. Justin will never want you. Beliebers will never accept you. You probably slept with him, thats the only reason why he hangs with you slut." I shut my eyes, shivering at the thought. How can someone be so cruel.

"Let me see that", he snatched my phone out of my hand and scrolled through the comments before stopping on one, "You are so beautiful, I hope You and Justin become an item. You guys would be perfect for one another. Forget what people say. They just hating." He smiled as he read that to me. A light sniffle left my nose but a smile soon formed on my face.