One Less Lonely Girl

Runaway Love

"Aubrey? Bri?" I blinked my eyes several times to gain focus. "Oh thank God you're awake!" "Za? What are you doing here? Wha-Why am I here?" I looked side to side at the white walls and different machines I was hooked to.

"You had a panic attack, fell out, and knocked the shit out of your head!" "How?.." "Them crazy ass fans and press!" "No offense, but what are you doing here?" "Justin made me come with you. You're all over the news.."

Za picked up the remote and flipped on the television. A white female appeared on the screen.

"Today's not a good one for the Biebs! Several of his fans tweets are talking about how much of a terrible person he is! Guess they finally saw just how much of an 'idol' he really is. If you don't know what I'm talking about here is a photo of his girl friend's neck. She's been on tour with him for the last month. This morning at a hotel she was seen running out on him. Guess she finally got tired of all the abuse. For more on the-" Za turned off the TV.

"This is all my fault! I ruined him! Why did I do that?!" I had my face in my palms with tears streaming through my fingers. "This aint all you. Justin blames himself. He said some hurtful shit that wont right."

I was speechless. All I could do was cry and shake my head. "Guess I should get the nurse and give Justin a call?" "Please?" "I got you." He smiled at me and walked out of the door.

Moments later a lady nurse came through the door. "How are you feeling?" "Just a little light headed." "Just lay back and relax. You should probably eat so you can take your meds, hun." "That sounds good." She smiled and brought me and tray of food and a cup with the pills. "Thank you." She smiled once more before leaving the room.

Halfway through my meal, Za returned. "He wants to talk to you." For some reason, a feeling of dome overcame me but I shook it off and reached out for his phone.

"Hello?" "Oh my- hey! How are you feeling?" "I'm good." "I'm happy to hear that!" "Justin, listen. I am SO sorry ab-" "Stop. No need. It's done." Just at that moment, I realized all my bags in the corner of the room.

"Why is all my stuff here?" "Aubrey... Stay calm and just hear me out, okay?" "Get to it!" "I think it's better if you go back home. It's stressful for all of us right now. You need time to recover and you need to be away from the fan and paps..."

"Seriously?! You're leaving me like this?! I thought you said you were gonna protect me! The fu-" "Aubrey, I a-" "Shut up!" By now, I was yelling. "Fuck you. And thanks!" I hung up the phone and nearly threw it at Za.

"Aubrey, I-" "Please don't... I'll be fine. Just get back to the bus and be there for him." "You sure?" I faintly smiled and nodded my head. He wrapped an arm around my and kissed the top of my head.

"Stay strong. Call me if you need anything at all!" "Thank you." Before I knew it I was alone in the hospital room.

The next day, I was awakened by a male doctor. "Good morning! How are you feeling?" "A lot better!" "That's great! We ran some more tests while you were sleeping and you look great! Ready to go home?" "Am I ever!" The doctor smiled and brought in a wheelchair.

"Mr. Bieber called a taxi for you to the airport. He mainly called to check in and we told him you were going home so he did so." I wanted so bad to be able to tell Justin thank you but I was just so hurt.

The doctor wheeled me to the taxi and helped me in. "Justin said they have a passport waiting on your arrival, Ms. Mclawhorn. Stay safe." We both smiled and he shut the cab door. Off I went.

The airport was a loud and obnoxious journey. Several security checks. Loooooooots of starring and selfish looks. It was a bunch of unneeded steps just to get on this plane. But, I'm glad I made it in one piece.

When I got off, I had yet another taxi scheduled for me. I told them to take me back to my apartment.

It was weird walking back up there. I hadn't been here since that day.

I did a walkthrough and everything was left the way it was that day. A mess. At least I had something to occupy my mind for a while.

I plugged my phone into the speakers and put it on shuffle. First song to play was 'One Love'. This had always been my favorite song of Justin's new album. It didn't even make me sad, it was so amazing.

I danced around my living room while picking up everything. Just as the song was close to the end, it was interrupted by a phone call.

"...Hello?" "Hi, where are you?" "Home. In my living room." "What are you doing?" I giggled and confessed "dancing to your songs while I clean..." The boy on the other end started to laugh.

"Can't help it! Don't make fun of me!" "It's cute." "Blahhh, now what is it. I was listening to my song!" "One Love?" How did he know that? Something about that really hit me. I don't know quite what it was. He was real.

"Aubrey?" "Huh? What?" "Was I right?" "Exactly right..." "Daaaaaang!" I smirked to where he could hear me.

"I just wanted to make sure you got there safe..." "Yeah, I'm fine. Za get to you?" "Yeah, he was pushing me to call you." I found myself sitting indian style on my floor twirling the carpet.

"Justin. What's the deal with us? What were-are we?" "I-uhm, I don't know. We were never official. So by all means we didn't break up..." "Right.."

"I don't know what to do about us right now." "Why did you make me come home? How in the hell are you protecting me in a different continent?!" I snapped. "You're away from everything! That's the best thing for you!"

"No the hell I'm not! It was crazy on the way here. No as bad as being with you, but it was still all flashing lights and question after question! They fucking followed me!" "How..how did they find out you were going there?" "Have you gone mental?! All around the world, Justin!"

"Shit...I never thought about that. Aubrey, I-" "Hold on, someone's beeping in..."

"JUSTIN! It's-I-How?!" "What? What is it? Who is it?"

"Justin...Marcus is calling me!"