You don't know the half of it (Bieber)

Chapter 1; "They're your beliebers"

4:45am
"Why did you do it..?" I looked at him, with pain and anger in my eyes, furious and hurt on how he could do something like this.
"I.. It just happened.. It was in the moment, I wasn't thinking straight" he looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"I know what I did was a mistake.."
I cut him off "A big mistake! You could've killed somebody! You could've killed yourself!" I cried.
"You don't know what it's like to wake up to a phone call at 3:30 in the morning saying that your boyfriends been arrested" I said with anger and hurt in my voice.
I watched as he covered his face and sobbed into his hands.
"Stand up.." I sighed as I could tell he needed a shoulder to cry on and some comfort more then anything, as he stood up, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rubbed his back. His arms wrapped around me as his face dug into my neck, tears running from his face.
"I'm so sorry" he cried. I kept rubbing his back as he kept apologising.
"Don't be sorry.. I just.. Don't want to ever get that call again" I said as I lifted his face up gently, wiping my thumb under his eyes, as I wiped the tears away.
"You won't, I promise" he sniffled.
I half smiled and kissed his lips gently.
"I'm gonna order pizza, while you get some blankets and pillows for the couch, alright?" I said softly, trying to distract him.
"Alright" he smiled slightly, standing up walking to the stairs and then stopping in his tracks.
"what if I lose them..?" He mumbled and looked at me "they won't ever leave you baby.. They're your beliebers, they could never" I reassured him as I could tell he was overthinking. He nodded as he walked upstairs, what a night it's been. I picked out a couple of Justin's favourite movies and put them on the big screen TV in the living room. I looked at my phone and saw I had a missed call from scooter. I groaned slightly, not wanting to hear him bitch and moan about what Justin did and how much of a bad effect this will have on his career. I decided to text him saying that I would have to call him back in the morning and then turned to Twitter. And my oh my Twitter was crazy, so many people were shaming Justin for what he'd done but some were concerned, asking for him to get online so they all know how he is. I smile to myself knowing that there are some incredible fans out there that will never leave his side. I turned my phone off as I heard Justin walking downstairs.
"I got every pillow from each room and three blankets.." He said tiredly, laying them on the couch.
I rubbed his arm softly, seeing he was still clearly upset and the actions of what happened were still repeating in his head.
"Baby.. Do you-"
"No. I don't need her. I can do this on my own. Okay!?" He yelled.
I stared back at him blankly, not knowing what to say.
"I..I'm sorry.. I just don't want help right now.. I just want you to hold me whilst watching movies.." He said as he looked down at his feet with red puffy eyes.
I nodded and pulled him into a hug again, holding him close to me. I rubbed his back softly and kissed his shoulder.
"Lay down babe" I said softly as I looked up at him. He nodded and did as he was told.
I laid beside him and pressed play, holding his body close to mine, hoping he would drift off to sleep quickly, which he did.
8:36am
I woke up to the sunlight beaming on my face, I groaned quietly as I sat up and remembered what had happened earlier that morning. I was getting lost in my thoughts and then Justin woke up out of his deep slumber with sheer panic on his face.
"I can't breathe..!" He said as he sat up, staring at me with his hazel eyes, holding his chest he coughed.

"Baby, Justin, look at me" I cooed softly and held his face in my hands, rubbing his cheeks.

"No! No, no, I can't think! Stop! I want this to stop! Why did I do that?!" He cried and tried pushing me away.

"Justin, you're having a panic attack deep breaths, inhale through your nose and out through your mouth, okay? Deep breaths" I said as I held his hands tightly, trying to breathe with him and get him to focus on me.

I knew how his anxiety and depression were getting bad but I didn't think he would get this bad. But I knew it was the people he hung around, they pushed him to do the things he was doing.

He held onto my hands tightly, whilst taking deep breaths at the same time as me.

"Good boy, I'm so proud of you" I cooed in his ear softly, kissing his lips gently.

He sniffled and coughed a couple more times before calming down to his normal self.

"I'm sorry.. Just everything was getting in my head.." He trailed off and I smiled, shaking my head slightly.

"Don't be sorry Justin. It's okay, I promise, that's what I'm here for" I said and passed him a bottle water I had resting on the coffee table.

He took a sip and looked at me with relief and thankful eyes.

"I don't know what I'd do without you.." He spoke softly, as he stared into my eyes.

I smiled and kissed him again, knowing how thankful he was made you feel like you were doing some good.
"Scooters calling.." He sighed and looked at his phone.
I had a feeling this wasn't going to end well..