Lost (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 7

Justin’s POV:

‘Crap’ I thought myself as I run around the room making sure everything looks normal before opening the door. I quickly make my bed and pick up all the covers and pillows from the floor as I was folding them another knock erupted from behind the closed door, followed by a really annoyed voice.

“Justin! Open the door or so help me god I will tear this door down”

Why? Why now?! Out of all the times she had to talk to me why now, her visit had really caught all of us by surprise, especially me. Plus what was there to talk about? As far as I’m concern everything’s fine. “Coming!” I yell running to my suitcase and pulling out a clean shirt and putting it on. “Hey babe” I say opening the door to reveal a really angry Selena standing at my door with her arms crossed infront of her and with a cold expression on her face.

“Don’t ‘hey babe’ me Bieber” she says as cold as the expression on her face. She was pissed. Even though she was pissed she still managed to look hot as hell, wearing some short shorts on, a navy blue mid-arm shirt, some black TOMS, her sunglasses and her hair down falling its long natural way. I was a lucky guy, she was wearing her everyday clothes but still managed to look extremely beautiful. She continues by walking right in, not waiting for me to ask her to come in, and ignoring me as I try to give her a kiss, I close the door behind me and turn to look at her as she sat on my bed, her sunglasses already off and lying on top of her head, her expression remained the same.

“So” I say walking towards her and taking a seat next to her at the foot of the bed. “What’s up” I continue.

“What’s up? Oh I don’t know you tell me” she says getting up and crossing the room towards the mini fridge and taking out a water bottle.

“I don’t know what you mean” I say confused. I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about or why she was mad this time, well besides me not wanting to open the door.

“You are unbelievable Justin! You were supposed to go pick me up yesterday at the airport after your concert, and you forgot! But not only that! I tried calling you multiple times and you didn’t answer ANY of my calls or messages! And today you didn’t even bothered to call and apologized, plus you wouldn’t open the damn door!” she yells slamming the water bottle down on the coffee table not noticing Kaylee’s stuff scattered around. “And you wanna know what else is up?! The freaking TMZ article about you at the club with Twist! What the hell was that about, you were hitting on every girl there?!”

“What? No Sel listen I-“

“Not only that but you’re still doing the damn one less lonely girl crap! I thought we talked about it?!”

“Sel listen to me!” I yell trying to get her attention and luckily it works and she stops screaming. “Look, about last night, I’m really sorry I had to sneak out the back of the venue there was paps there and when I finally got to the hotel I completely forgot and passed out” I say hoping she would believe me and not question me any longer.

“What about the TMZ article Justin, can you explain that?!”

“That’s all a load of BULLSHIT! I wasn’t hitting on anyone there, fuck I didn’t even speak to any girls there! I was just being nice and letting a few of them in to the VIP section because Twist wanted to dance with a few of them! And about the one less lonely girl thing, YOU talked, not me and we didn’t agreed on anything!” I yell anger quickly rising through my veins as I run a hand through my hair. It was true she was the only one talking, I didn’t even get a word in. she really didn’t like me bringing a girl up on to stage and serenading her, making her feel especial because according to her ‘it wasn’t appropriate’. The one less lonely girl is a tradition that I’m not planning on canceling because it’s the only time where I can actually make one of my fans feel especial.