One Less Lonely Girl

Total Blackout

It's been about a month. It's been crazy! All the fans, news, screaming, sight seeing, bus rides, and hotels after hotels. It's exhausting me, and I do nothing!

My bruises still remain. I've had to either hide underneath a hoodie or stay locked up in the bus. I feel like I'm on house arrest.

Justin and I are perfect. I've never been happier with a person! He treats me like I'm golden.

"Babe?" A familiar voice snapped me out of my daze. "How was the show?" I got up and wrapped my arms around Justin's neck. "Perfect!" He lifted my face and concealed my lips.

Technically, we are not "together". We don't have that title. It's never really came up and we've never said anything about it. I guess I'm okay with what we are...

"Where's the crew?" "We all had a meeting after I got off stage." "Uh...?" "Everything's okay. People are just getting annoyed having to be around each other all the time. They're just riding separately and out of my hair!" Justin sighed and dropped down to the couch.

"Your mom?" "She's got some things to do so she's on her way back home." "Oh..." "We would've came and got you, but it would've looked suspicious...She said she'll miss you though." I gave a fake half smile and walked to the back. Justin followed.

"It's a 4 hour drive until the hotel. Wanna lay down with me?" "You stink!" Justin frowned. I got up, shut the door and flipped off the lights. Justin stood in a corner and I crawled under the blanket. Justin didn't move.

I giggled, pulled back the covers on his side and patted the bed. He smiled and jumped into bed. I kissed his cheek and snuggled into his warmth.

I awoke to the bright beam of the sun. I was in an unfamiliar room with Justin in bed next to me. He must've carried me up here last night... I rolled over to check the time. The clock read 12:36... Great.

I rolled out of bed without waking the snoozing stud in bed. I grabbed my bag and locked myself in the bathroom. For once, I was feeling rested so I decided to be pretty for the day.

I took a very much needed shower and blow-dried my hair. I broke out my curling iron and gave myself beautiful, bouncy locks.

I applied my makeup just as I did the day I met Justin and put on a pair of light green skinnies and a white v-neck tank. Over that I wore my light blue cardigan. I accessorized with brackets, a necklace, and earrings. Finally, I was done...

I walked out only to find Justin still sleeping. I felt kind of bad for the poor fellow. He works so hard! I kept it quiet and took some selfies for Instagram and Twitter. Which is difficult doing considering the shape my neck was in.

By now it was 2 in the afternoon. Just when I was about to wake sleeping beauty, an outburst occurred in the parking lot. I looked out the window only to see hundreds of girls screaming for my boy.

I turned around to the sound of the bathroom door closing. There was no longer a body in the bed.

I took this time to check myself out in the mirror.

Moments later there was a presence behind me. Justin grabbed my waist and swiped the hair away from the neck of my neck to lay soft kisses amongst my handprint.

I felt like being silly..."Stooooop! You're gonna mess up my hair!" I pushed him back with my butt but my joke quickly backfired!

"What the fuck is your problem?!?! Every God Damn time. Excuse after excuse! I have needs too you know! You're being selfish! And who in the hell you getting cute for? Aint no body gonna see you!"

My whole body started burning and tears ran out like a flood. "Why are you crying now, Aubrey?!"

Without thinking I ran out. I was part of the massive crowd. Out of everyone I heard a familiar voice calling out for me but it was soon faded by all the other questions.

"How are you and Justin? Why are you running out? Did he do that to you neck? Is Justin hurting you?"

Everything blurred out and I could only hear my heartbeat and feel my heavy breathing. Everything was going black.

The last thing I saw before I collapsed, was Justin standing on the balcony being held back from running down to me.