My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Twenty-one

**Rosalie**

"What are you talking about?"

I turn around and see Justin standing there. My jaw drops.

"I'll call you back," I say, hanging up quickly. "How much did you hear?"

"You said something about distraction, " I answer, "and then said something about leaving. Why would you even consider leaving?"

I bite my lip. I look down at my hands and then back at him. I couldn't look him. Not with what I knew I had to say.

"Is it the papz? Is it the constant moving around? Is it something I did?" he asks. "Please tell me, Rosalie. I can't handle knowing that you're not happy. If I did something, please tell me."

"Justin, it's-it's not you," I say, setting my phone down.

"Oh, God. Please tell me what I did," he says, walking closer. "I love you so much, Rosalie. Please don't do this."

"I'm not breaking up with you, Justin. Please just calm down," I say, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, no. You're breaking it to me slowly. Please, I can't live without you. I really need you. Please don't do-"

I cut him off with a kiss. The kiss was passionate and sweet. When I pull away, I open my mouth to tell him.

The words wouldn't come out.

I look at him with sheer hopelessness, just wanting him to understand what was happening. What was growing inside of me. There was a knock on the door and I feel a glimmer of hope spark in me.  I go over and open the door, only to be disappointed when I see Scooter. My shoulders slump and the pain that was there before returned.

"Justin's in there," I say, walking away from the door and into the bathroom.

**Justin**

I watch as Rosalie sulks away into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I look at Scooter with pain.

"I don't know what's going on anymore." I sit on the bed and drop my head in my hands. "She won't tell me what I did. She insists I didn't do anything. She said it wasn't anything about me. That I didn't do anything."

Scooter sits beside me and rubs his chin.

"Look, kid. I bet it is just her time of the month and is just embarrassed about it. She isn't breaking up with you. I know for a fact that she loves you more than she loves to breath. You are her whole world and her yours," he says. "Just don't worry about it. It's probably nothing."

He stands up, claps me on the shoulder, and leaves. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling my eyes burn. It has to be something I did. What did I do to her that I shouldn't have done? I hear another knock on the door and I get up to open it. It became a pounding. I open it quickly to find Jazmyn standing there, gasping for breath.

"Jazmyn?! What are you doing here?" I ask, startled at her appearance at the door.

"Where is Rose?" she asks, looking around me.

"She is in the bathroom." I point to the door.

Jazmyn pounds her fist on the door, saying it was her and that she was here. The door opens and Rosalie launches herself into her arms. She was crying hard and Jazmyn just shakes her head.

"I just need to talk to her."

She steps into the bathroom and closes the door. I sit outside the door and try to listen in. I know I had no right to listen in on my girlfriend's conversation with my little sister, but I had to know what I did.

"When did you find out?" Jazmyn asks.

"Yesterday," Rosalie answers. "I had bought them and then went to see if I was or not. He thinks he did something. I can't bring myself to tell him, Jaz. It'll hurt too much to tell him I have to leave so he can concentrate on his fans."

"Rosalie, you need to tell him. It involves him as much as it involves you," my sister says, her voice kind but instructing. "I'll be there when you tell him. I'll hold you hand if you need."

"I can't tell him. He has already too much to worry about. You know, like doing a good show for his fans and not trying to make mistakes."

"You have to tell him."

"But-"

"It's better to tell him than to lie to him, saying it's nothing." What are they talking about?

"I'll tell him. Tonight. He has a show and I can't mess it up for him. I'll tell him after," Rosalie says, sounding defeated.

"It'll be better once it's off your chest. You can't beat yourself over it, Rose. It really isn't your fault. If God wanted you to have a child, He will. And He has obviously given you the gift of doing so."

I back away from the door, stumbling over my feet. She's pregnant. I got her pregnant. I fall to my knees and hold my head in my hands.

"What have I done?"