Be Alright (a Justin Bieber romance fanfiction)

I Promise

"Morgan, promise me to stay true to not only us, but yourself. I love you so much and I can't believe I fell in love so fast but I did so will you please accept this promise ring from me? Promise to stay with me?"

Breathe.

It's a promise ring.

Not an engagement ring.

Wait.

Oh my god.

A promise ring?!

"Justin, I I ..yes of course. I promise" I breathed out. He slipped the ring on my middle finger and it was then that I saw how beautiful it was. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. He then picked me up so he was holding me bridal style, his right hand under my back and his left holding me in the bend in my legs. I was looking up at him and he had an adorable grin on his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lent down towards me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush against mine and they just sat there for a minute.

"I love you" his mouth whispered against my lips.

"And I love you" I whispered back. I pressed harder against his lips and as our breathing got harder and kiss got deeper, it got a lot colder. I tried not to show how cold I was because I knew how much Justin loved being here, in this field. I didn't want to make him leave but I was shivering and being as he was still holding me like a child I knew he knew I was cold.

"Are you cold boo?" Justin asked me

"A little bit but no it's okay we can stay out here." I said, even though I was about to fall out of his arms I was shivering so hard

"Nope we're leaving, were going back home. Your lips are turning blue and if you start shaking any harder you'll get to tired for the last surprise" he said. I almost forgot there was another surprise. I wasn't going to argue with that though and I let him carry me back home. The whole way home he kept asking me random questions and while he was talking I couldn't help but keep looking at the ring on my finger. A promise ring from Justin to me. When I answered him I looked up at him and every time I did I saw him smiling.

"So how many boyfriends have you had" he asked me. Hah to easy.

"None" I answered

"That's a lie, there's no way you've never had a boyfriend before. I don't believe it." He responded, sounding genuinely shocked.

"I swear I haven't, I wouldn't lie to you. You know that" I said.

"Well then I'm honored to be the lucky #1" he said.

"How many have you had?" I asked him. He stopped walking and looked at me.

"What! I haven't and any. I'm not gay what are you talkin bout?" He asked, pretending to be hurt that I'd ask him that. He obviously thought I meant how many boyfriends has he had when I really meant how many girlfriends.

"You know what I meant!" I said laughing.

"Yeah I did know what you meant and I've had two, Caitlyn and Jasmyn. Neither one lasted that long and neither one was a very good one." He said. He had started walking again but slowed down a little, a look of pain flashed across his face.

"What happened?" I asked. He looked down at me and said

"You don't wanna know"

"Of course I do" I said, truly wanting to know why they weren't good relationships

"Umm well I dated Caitlyn before I was famous and I was just really mean to her. I tried to act cool in front of my friends, I'd ignore her and pretend I didn't have time to talk to her. Everyone knew we were dating and eventually when I got so mean to her she broke up with me and I didn't understand why for the longest time. I was an arrogant jerk. I didn't really love Caitlyn or jasmyn. I guess it was just a little crush and I still to this day don't have any excuse as to why I acted like that to them." A tear rolled down Justin's cheeks as he finished his story. I wiped it away and promised him 4 words: