Love and Consequences.

Chapter 13

(Justin) 

“If it really makes you feel better. I’ll post a photo on twitter.” 

“What?” Emily looked up, her face looking brighter. 

“I’ll post a photo to my fans, and tell them about EVERYTHING” I told her. This was going to be difficult. 

“About our relationship?” she asked, looking into my eyes. 

“Yes. Everything” I told her convincingly, and put my arm around her shoulder. 

“Are you sure? What if it causes a huge..” I stopped her, and placed a small kiss on her lips. 

“You’re my girlfriend. I want the world to know.” 

After minutes of me posting a photo of Emily and I on twitter, with a huge paragraph talking about her, I began getting many replies. Most of them were good, but there were some bad ones too. Some hurtful ones, that I couldn’t let Emily see. 

She came and sat down next to me on the couch. I put me phone away immediately. She had a bowl full of popcorn. 

“How’d they react? Good or bad?” She asked me, a hesitant look on her face. 

“Pretty good” I told her, leaving out the bad tweets. It was better she didn’t know. 

“Really?” she still didn’t look convinced. 

“Really” I tried to stay truthful, taking a handful of popcorn, and threw it in my mouth. 

I relaxed onto the couch, and flicked the t.v on. ‘The Hangover’ was on. 

Emily didn’t quite relax. She knew I wasn’t being completely honest. But I didn’t want to break her heart. I couldn’t. 

“Relax!” I told her, grabbing her waist and tickling her. She started to relax more, and I felt a bit more relieved. I pulled her deeper onto the couch and continued to hug her. 

I decided I’d take a shower. Maybe it would cool my mind and I needed a place to think.

“I’m gonna go take a shower kay?” I told Emily, lifting and untangling her from me. 

“Oh, okay” she smiled up at me, as I placed a kiss on her forehead. 

*Emily* 

As soon as Justin left to take his shower, I grabbed his phone that he’d left on the counter. I knew he left twitter open on his phone, because he logged on a lot, especially for the sake of his fans. I was curious, I wanted to see the messages his fans had given him, relating to me. 

I opened the twitter app, and began to scroll down his ‘mentions’ box. 

The first few immediately caught my eye. 

“@JustinBieber you should be with me, not that ugly cow.” 

“@Justinbieber ew, you looked better with Selena.”

“@JustinBieber why would you go out with her she’s not as pretty as your other girlfriends.” 

I dropped the phone onto the couch, and raced up to the bedroom. I had this horrible feeling in my stomach. I’d dealt with bullies before, but not like this. They shouldn’t have got to me, like they did. But they had. And what made me even more upset, was that Justin hadn’t even told me. I began to sob quietly. I grabbed my ipod that had been lying, untouched on the bed side table. I put it on shuffle and began to snuggle into the sheets of the bed. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t even try and stop it. I never expected to get hate like this for being Justin boyfriend. They called me ‘ugly’. Was I? Was I really that unattractive. Why would Justin go out with me if I was ugly though? I’d never thought about this. I’d never been so insecure about myself. My mind was racing, I could barely identify the song. ‘Next 2 you’ was playing. How ironic. I wrapped my arms around myself, and let the tears flow out of me. I couldn’t deal with this. Not now. Not when I had barely 4 days left with Justin, before he went off to Tour again, and I went to college. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. 

“I’ll be there when you’re insecure let you know that you’re always lovely..” Justin sang. 

Why were his fans so mean? Why did they hate me? Was it because of the photo of us on the picnic? I knew I had fucked up, and badly. 

I closed my eyes, trying to get all thoughts out of my mind. But they kept coming back and stinging me. But in the time, I managed to close my eyes, and drift off into a miserable sleep. 

I woke up to two warm arms around me. 

“Emily..” Justin leaned over me, with one arm still wrapped around me. I turned to face him, and his face dropped into a serious expression. I took the earphones out and began to engage his attention. 

“What’s wrong babe?” he said holding my face in his hands. I put my face down, and tried to roll back over but he stopped me. 

“I don’t want to talk about it” I told him. I didn’t realize, but he was just wearing sweat pants, and no top. His tan and muscular chest almost shimmered in the dark lit room. 

“I do” he whispered, wiping my tears, with the angle of his thumb. 

“I saw your twitter” I finally confessed, not looking into his eyes. 

“Oh” he looked hurt. “Babe, it’s not that..” 

I interrupted him. “You lied. You told me everything was fine. They called me ugly Justin. They said I don’t deserve you. They hate me!” I ranted, hiding my face in my hands. 

He didn’t move for a while, nor say anything. But after a moment, he moved my hands and looked into my eyes with his chocolate brown eyes. 

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you. And they’re not the only messages I got.” He released my face, and reached into his pocket to open his phone. He must have gotten his phone from downstairs after his shower. He skimmed down and showed me the phone. I quickly wiped my wet eyes before I read them. 

“@JustinBieber aw! You and Emily are cute. What shall we name you?? Justily? ahahaha!!” 

“@JustinBieber Emily’s gorgeous and she’s so lucky. 

“@JustinBieber NAW! You’re a cute couple. 

“@JustinBieber definately support #Justily :)) 

Justin put his phone down, and lifted my chin up.

“My fans hurt me too sometimes Em. But I pull through, always” he kissed me gently on the lips for a moment. 

“Oh, and you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Don’t ever forget that.” 

WOO, chapter 13 ;) hope you guys like it !