Chapter 43
-Your POV
Justin backed away slowly never unlocking the gaze our eyes had. We sat there for what seemed like a lifetime, taking in all of each other. "*y/n*, I truly never have love anyone as much as I love you. I need you, I don't think I could survive without you." he whispered, with the same look in his eyes. I searched his expression for a moment, not sure how to respond. "I-I love you too." I choked out. He noticed my distress and took my hand tightly in his. "Everything's going to be okay. Trust me." He assured with a slight smile. I wasn't sure if he really felt that way or if he just wanted me to think that. *Ding Dong*, oh what perfect timing. I furrowed my eyebrows together, confused. "Scooter," Justin said. "Ohhh," I replied. He kissed my cheek swiftly then went and let Scooter in. "What happened? I got here as fast as I could," he said worried. I looked at Justin as he looked at Scooter, worry in his eyes. "Austin was here." Justin said coldly. Amazing how fast his mood changed. "What? What do you mean he was here?" Scooter asked. "He-he dropped off flowers, with a note. I didn't see him, he was gone when I got to the door. Here," Justin handed him the note that came with the flowers. Scooter read it for what seemed like forever. "You..you guys have to leave. Like now. I can't have your lives in danger like this." Scooter mumbled. "Where the fuck are we supposed to go?! The album is already backed up, we'll have to work our asses off to make up for what we missed, I can't let the fans down. We can't let the fans down!" Justin yelled. I couldn't tell if he was angry or upset. There were tears forming in his eyes and his face was all red. "Well it's come down to your fans or *y/n's* life." I flinched when he said that.
Justin sat on the couch and buried his face in his hands. I sat next to him and rubbed his back trying to comfort him. "Justin, we can work on the album where ever we go. It doesn't have to be here. It'll be fine." I whispered. "Yeah, and you leave back on tour in less than a month, so just go away until then. I'll call the detective and once we get enough evidence-" "No. We're not going to be little bitches and get the cops involved. I'm going to fucking kill him. I'll tear him to shreds I swear to-" "JUSTIN! Think practically. You're acting dumb. Now I need you to go pack whatever you need, you too *yn*, and meet me back down here. I'll make a few calls and you'll be on your way. That's what we're doing." Scooter started out yelling but became calmer. "Where are we going," Justin spat. "I was thinking Atlantis. It's nice down there, you'll love it *yn*. And I have some friends down there that will help you finish the album on time. They work different then you're used to, but they'll see that it gets done." Scooter said. "Fine." Justin said, still angry, and grabbed my hand leading me up the stairs. "Justin.." I whispered, spinning him around. "What." He said sternly. "Calm down. It'll be fine." I said slowly, locking his gaze and his eyes softened. He leaned in slowly and placed his lips on mine. This kiss was different then the other. It was full of anger, regret. I could feel it. I pulled back sooner then I should have, "Not now. We need to get ready, I'm scared, I don't wanna be here." I said pecking his cheek. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Don't be scared." Justin whispered before walking into his room and closing the door.
