Never Let You Go - A Justin Bieber Love Story.

Chapter 27.

Katie's POV:

"We need to talk.." I announced, and suddenly, a boy turned around. That wasn't Justin.

"We're not even dating and your already breaking up with me?" He laughed, the corner of his lips curling up.

"Oh.. gosh.." I laughed, wiping away my hair that was stuck on my wet forehead, "Sorry. You looked like my boyfrien-- ex boyfriend.."

"And where is your boyfriend? I mean, ex boyfriend." He smirked with enthusiam playing at his muscular features.

"Up there.." I said quietly, pointing up at the sky.

He skillfully took me into a hug, rubbing my damp hair away from my face with his big hands.

"I'm so sorry! When did he pass?"

"He's actually in a plane." I said releasing a penetrating sigh, "But.. yeah. I'm Katie." I managed to smile, which made me surprised in a way.

"I'm Austin." He said whilst giving me a soft smile, "It was nice to meet you, Katie."

I ran my hands through my hair, collecting enough water with my fingertips to drink.

"Yeah," I croacked out, "You too."coming out only a whisper..

I watched Austin's figure wash away in the army of cellphones, briefcases, and annoying voices, when all that was left was his cologne lingering in my nostrils. I shuffled my feet towards the large glass window as I watched a plane dive up into the cold sky, rolling off the gray pavement with ease like a bird soaring through the sky.

He's gone. I lost him. I gripped onto the last thing I had of him; the locket, the cold, golden locket that was beaming under the airport lighting. Tears unfortunatley trickled from my eyes as I stepped back from the mirror.

I didn't want to let you go. And I won't.

I whipped open my cellphone and quickly called Justin, it went straight to voicemail. I sighed, but continued with the last bit of confidence I had.

"I'm going to leave you a voicemail for everyday of this year." I cried out, "Because even if we aren't together; your still my bestfriend. So, this is voicemail number one, except number two tomorrow. And don't worry, I'm not suspecting a call back, and I don't blame you if you don't. Have fun, and remember, pull those pants up boy." I giggled into the phone and sniffed, closing the call and dropping my arms like noodles.

Justin's POV:

I rubbed at my pockets, searching for my phone, but it was nowhere to be found.

"Uh.. Mom?" I said groggily, "I lost my cellphone.."

"We'll get you a new one with a new number, now hurry on the plane," she said, shoving me up the stairs of the plane.

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Katie's POV:

"Hey Justin.." I said glummly into the phone. "It's the 20th voicemail.. and I guess I've lost all hope in you actually calling me back."

I laughed, but you could still hear the pain in my voice.

"Well, schools going good. I met a lot of people this year, I'm suddenly popular. But they only use me to try to get to you so..." I sighed "Me and Lesly are staying strong, together. Anyway I hear some brownies calling my name so I'll talk to you tomorrow! Love ya, ...bestie!"

I laughed, and closed the phone putting it on my bedside table. I pulled on my hoodie over my shirt and walked downstairs. I smiled when I saw the counter.

"I knew I smelled brownies."

Then I thought about it, my mom barely ever cooks or bakes. We usually order takeout, and eat some ice cream out of the can. I looked over at my mom, looking out the window. The exact place that Justin was sitting when I saw him that morning, doing almost the exact same motions.

"Mom?" I said with a slight bit of worry in my voice.

My mom looking over at me.

"Sweetie, we need to talk." She sighed heavily. "Come here."

I walked over to my mother, she swung her feet over the bench so she was sitting criss-cross apple sauce. I did the same thing towards her.

"Mom, I'm getting worried." She looked at me, and nodded her head.

She was wearing a tank top and shorts with a bathrobe over it with the sleeves rolled up. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, her bangs pinned up to show her beautiful face.

"You remember when Marc left last year?" She was careful to say Marc, not dad. I nodded my head not knowing where this was going. "You were so upset and I didn't want you to get overwhelmed..." She trailed off.

"Mom" I laughed, "I can handle it, I'm a big girl." I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Well, sweetie. I started dating someone around that week... and well, I'm getting married."

My face fell. What? She's getting married and she didn't even bother to tell that she was even dating? I slid my hands away for her grasp. Getting up and walking over to the door.

"Katie? Where do you think you're going?" She cocked an eyebrow at me crossing her arms around her chest.

"Out." I mumbled, slipping on my boots.

"I didn't know this was going to affect our relationship." I looked at her as if she was stupid then put my other boot on. "Honestly, I can't believe you're being so damn selfish!" She yelled at me.

Selfish. I was selfish? She didn't even tell me she had a boyfriend, and now she expects me to be okay with her getting married? I looked at her, tears forming at the brim of my eyes.

"Likewise." I said, and ran out the door.

I ran for what seemed like hours, until I got to the park. I shoved my hands in my pockets, and put my hood up. I kicked rocks around, the kicks got harder and harder the more things I thought about. My dad leaving. Kick. My mom getting married. Kick. Justin leaving. Kick. The fact Justin hasn't called me back. Kick. I can't take this. Okay? I can't take all of this. I love Justin, and now he doesn't even care about me. I don't have friends, because everyone is just getting to me so they can get to Justin. My mom, my dad. My LIFE is screwed up, all of it! It was getting dark and I knew that I was NOT going back home. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about my mom, waiting there probably on the phone with her fiancé who's name I don't even know. I reached for my phone, but it wasn't there. Shit. I left it on the table in my room; I sat on the bench and pulled my knees up to my chin. Why is my life so terrible? I haven't done anything wrong. I sighed, more tears rolling down my eyes. Now what?