Baby I Would. (An original Justin Bieber love story)

Chapter 3- Answer Me.

-Justin Bieber POV-

I’m so sick of this.

I’m constantly being told what to do, by everyone.

I always have to be this guy I’m not.

This guy who seems perfect.

I’m not perfect.

Clearly.

I guess that came across when I stormed out of the studio just then leaving my mum, Scooter and the rest of my team just standing there. I hate it when they tell me to get to the studio and then have a ‘surprise’ meeting about something I’ve screwed up.

So they had it coming.

I just want to get home right now; I don’t care how many laws I break or how many speeding tickets I get. I just want to put my pyjamas on and go back to bed.

My phone didn’t stop buzzing.

Text from Mum.

Text from Scooter.

Text from Mum

Abusive voicemail from Scooter.

Warning text from Ryan (Good).

Warning text from Kenny.

Call from Mum.

Call from Mum.

That was only the first three minutes of leaving.

I looked up from my phone and saw an intersection coming up, no one there so I started to reply to Mum.

From Justin-

sorry I stormed out. Need some space

Send.

I looked up to see boy about 15 metres in front of my car. He only looked about 10 I think.

Then a girl ran out on the road as I miserably attempted to slow down. She shoved him off the road just before I inevitably hit her instead.

Shit.

What just happened?

I swung my door open jumping out of my car already dialling 911.

I threw my phone to the boy lying on the sidewalk that had just observed all this and looked on the brink of tears. He gave me a look of uttermost anger as he realised why I gave him the phone and went to get an ambulance.

I rushed over to where the girl had landed. Oh my god. What the fuck have I done? She was out cold. I couldn’t help noticing she was about the same age as me. 17.

 She was also incredibly beautiful.

I had also just hit her with my car.

I drop to the ground next to her, checking that she is still breathing. A wave of relief washed over me.

"Get the hell away from her"

I turned to see the boy I had given my phone to earlier. I had never seen someone so angry and hopelessly upset at once.

I started to stand as he shoved my phone in my face.

I backed away as the boy gently sunk to the ground.

"Caitlyn"

"Caity"

"Cait answer me" he whispered to her. Not once did he touch her.

"Why don't you try shaking her" I asked quietly

"I can't to that" his voice wavered as he responded.

I reached down to grab her arm and shake her but before I could by hand was slapped away.

"I said no." He grunted but he never once took his focus away from the girl.

I heard the sirens of the ambulance ring through the air, getting louder by the moment. Help was closer but the boy still had no control of the tears running down his cheek.

The next thing I knew she is in the ambulance and he is with her, lightly holding her hand.

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I guarantee you think you know what will happen next.

Let me warn you though, you're probably wrong, haha :P

Hint; this isn't a sterotypical fan fiction, you will probably be suprised :)

Hope you enjoyed xoxo :)