One Less Lonely Girl

Truth Be Told

We were done with breakfast and back at my hotel. I was sitting in a chair and Justin was at the foot of my bed. He never said anything more about "his question".

"Justin. I don't know why it's bugging me, but what did you have to ask?" "I avoided it at breakfast. I just felt like it was better to talk to you first."

"What is it?" I sat down beside him. "I know this may sound crazy, but I want you on tour with me. Atleast for the rest of this leg." He must have seen my eyes expand. He dropped his head. "I'm sorry. I just thought it would be best for you. How can I protect you when you're so far away..?"

My phone vibrated, allowing me more time to stall.

Marcus: "Get your ass home. We need to talk. NOW!"

Shit. He knew. I know he found out somehow. By now my heart had dropped to my stomach. I wanted to cry. I looked at Justin who was fragile.

I had to think of what I needed to do. For sure, Marcus was going to end us. But were we worth trying to save..? Justin has treated me better in the last day then anyone else has.

I wanted Justin. Nothing was holding me back from having him now.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He got up and walked to the door. "Justin, wait." I ran to him and jumped. He caught me, of course.

I placed a hand on his neck and ran the other through his hair. I concealed his sad lips with mine. "I want you. I'm coming."

Before I knew it we were happily on our way to Orlando. He had called his mother and crew members to inform them of the situation. We would be traveling the opposite way of the next show.

Justin and I were smiles and giggles for the first hour. Sadly we had 5 more to go and it's not that perfect. When we arrived, Marcus would be in my apartment, waiting to talk about our relationship. Justin doesn't even know Marcus exists.

"Justin, pull over." He obeyed. "What's going on?" I slid over to the drivers seat, onto Justin's lap. We were face-to-face. I cupped his and pressed my lips hard against his.

We grew ahead of ourselves. Things got...hotter. He spread his lips, allowing me entrance. I advanced.

After moments of nonstop kissing, our breathing got heavier. A moan escaped my lips. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing our kiss to be closer. Justin grew excited against me. This isn't what I wanted. I pulled away in reaction.

"What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" Tears fell like a river. By now Justin was freaking out. "Maddie. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Madison, talk to me!?" I shook my head. "Then tell me what's wrong!"

"Justin, you know I loved you before I met you. I'm a belieber and we'd never do anything to hurt you, right?" He interlaced our fingers and smiled.

"Justin. I..." I was chocking on my words. "Spit it out." "Justin, I have a boy friend."

His smile faded and his grip on my hand loosened. He switched his vision from me to the window.

"Justin?" He didn't move. I grabbed his chin to make him face me. He just closed his eyes. "I'm so sorry!" I began to cry again and wrapped my arms around him as I kissed his lips. He returned nothing.

"Get back in your seat, we need to get going." His voice was hard, yet fragile. "We're still going?" "I made a promise." Even though he still hadn't looked at me, I smiled and returned to the passenger seat.

After a silent, long 4 hours, Justin finally spoke.

"You hungry?" He asked. "No, not really." "Well, I am. I'm gonna stop." "Fat ass!" I joked to lighten the mood. Justin smirked.

We got to a drivethru, "Ba-Justin. I have to pee." "Well hurry. I'd hate to have to leave you!" I hopped out of the vehicle and playfully ran to the door.

When I came back out, the Tahoe was no where to be seen. My phone vibrated.

Justin: "too slow c;"

I busted out laughing. A horn beeped. I looked up and across the street sat Justin's car. Just as it backed up, I walked back inside. I was going to hide in a booth but as soon as I got to one, Justin was already at the door. I quickly ducked down.

"Hmm, I wonder where sheeeeeee...WENT!" Justin poked his head around the booth and threw me over his shoulder. "Put me dowwwwwn!" "Come on wittle Bri-Bri!"

We walked out and over to car. He opened the door and bent down to let me slid in. We headed out for another hour.

When Justin finished his food he scooted closer to me and tapped my knee. "You ready to talk?" I deeply sighed and nodded my head.

"Okay. Well I wanna start out by saying that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cheat. I just assumed by your actions. But why didn't you tell me? Even after we kissed..?"

"I- I don't know. Everything happened so fast and I didn't have the chance. But I have a theory..." "And?"

"You were so perfect at everything, Justin. Making me fall. I didn't think twice about it. I-I just feel like you did this with all the girls for publicity and money. But I came in and you got caught."

Justin was silent. He had a blank expression on his face. "Am I right?"

"...No. I- Why do you feel like that?" "I don't know, Justin. But now I've got the cheater title and your trust is gone." Oh God, here come the tears.

"That's not true. I want you in every way possible. I'm not giving up, this happened for a reason." He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it. Of course, I smiled.

I leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned his face making it his lips. We both smirked and returned to our position.

It seemed like seconds later we arrived to my apartment. Marcus' car was sitting in the driveway.

"He's here?" "...Yeah" "Want me to come with you?" "Please." We both opened our doors and stepped out. We stood at the front door for a moment starring at each other. "Open the door, Babe." I obeyed and we walked in.

"Okay, you stay here. I'll call for you if I need you." I was whispering. Justin ran his fingers through my hair and pecked my lips.

I walked towards my bedroom.