Someone Else's Not So Good Fairytale. [A Justin Bieber Love Story].

Chapter Twelve.

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"Justin, please just leave me alone."

"Why?"

"You know why Justin, I am just not in the mood for this right now."

When she was finishing her last words, I could see that she was nearly to tears. I couldn't let her be hurt anymore. I replied with a simple reply;

Oh okay, can we at least speak tomorrow."

"Maybe?"

Back to the story;

Fatime's Pov.

I placed myself into the car, with my grandfather and we began to drive to his home. I didn’t really want to do or talk with my grandfather so I simply just playing my iPod on shuffle, but as soon as I did, Justin's voice was what I was hearing. I really didn't want to hear, his voice right now, but for some reason, it helped me calm down a little. After I heard a few songs on my iPod, I looked out of the window to see that we were just about to put up into the drive way, near the house. I turned my iPod off with my dr. beats headphones and placed them into my bag. The car stopped and I got out of the car with bags, as the car boot was opening with my other bags and things.

I carried most of my bags into the house as well as my grandfather carried do too, because I wasn't able to carry all of them. I some of the bags in the hallway and the rest I walked into my room and placed all them onto my bed. The room hadn't changed one bit, it was the same since I was able to last visit my grandfather. I laid my coat on the bed and, as I was doing that I court a glimpse of a photo that was placed on my bed side table. I had to take another glimpse just to see if I was right. I was. And how did I forget that, we... ughhh. It was a picture of Justin and I, when we were younger. We were childhood friends. I was 3 and Justin was 6. It was too much for me to handle anymore. I just fell to the floor in tears. All of the memories are flooded back into my mind.

Fatime sits on floor to see that all of the memories come flashing back. Justin and Fatime were she was only 3 and him 6 playing blocks in the living room of the house as kids and saying what they wanted to be when they grow up Fatime smiling all the times flashed in her head

*Flashback.*

Pattie had invited Erika (Fatime’s mom) over for a chat and a coffee, just to have a girly catch - up and Erika decided to bring Fatime along too.

I was sitting on the living room floor with some building blocks that my mum had brought with her, as we were not at my house. I don't think I had been to this house before. I placed some of the blocks on top of each other and then they started to move a little bit and then before you know it, the block had all fallen down and I was picking all back up again to do the same thing again with them.

After a while, of me playing on my own, there was lady that walked into the living room with a little boy. It looked like her son I think. As soon as she placed him on the floor, she walked away back into the other room. I didn't know who he was, I am very shy to people that I didn't know. The little boy, started to move a little closer to me, and I didn’t like it or know him, so I moved a little over so that I was able to have a little space from the boy and I. I knew that my mom was able to hear me, as she was just in the other room, I spoke and said;

"Mama, who is he?" As I said that, I started to move most of the building blocks away from the boy, as I didn’t want him playing with them or me.

"It’s only Justin, sweetie. You have seen and played with him before. He is your friend."

With that, she finishes speaking and then smiles at me, before walking out of the room again into the kitchen. I decided to move some of the blocks back so that he was able to play, but as I was doing that, a large piece of hair, was placed in front of my face, so that I was unable to see what I was doing. I try to put it behind my ear so I was able to see again, but it didn’t work. I decided that it wasn't going to work, so I just kept going with the blocks, but as I was doing that I felt a few fingers on my face, and then I was able to the boy smiling at me and saying ;