sorry // justin bieber

31.- real

Halley

A week now.

I feel a clock ticking in my head. It's been a week since Justin and I don't speak. Not going to lie, I was getting used to it.

Maybe sometimes we just want to hold on to a dream, knowing it will never happen, because even when it wasn't true, it was way better than the reality.

Except Justin was real. He could speak and breathe and laugh like an actual person and not a character on one of my fanfictions. He was real and he was on the other side of a screen typing back at me.

And I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse. I guess it should make me feel better, that he actually gave seconds of his life to me. For briefs moments I was in his head, and maybe that'll have to be my consolation.

"Don't be scared

Girl I'm here".

Yes, I'm listening to his old album. God I'm so pathetic.

Farrah: come down stairs

Me: what?

Farrah: i'm downstairs

Farrah: come here

Me: no

Me: what for?

Me: do you have any food?

Farrah: maybe, you'll have to come and see

Me: no, bring it up if you have any

Farrah: Halley i am not going anywhere get your ass down here

Me: fine

I walk down the stairs from the third floor of my house where my room is. I open the front door to see Farrah on the driving seat of her car. She waves at me euphorically with a wide smile on her face. I roll my eyes and get closer to the car window.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask frowning.

"Get in looser we're going partying" Is the only thing she says, still holding that smile.

"I don't want to go partying" I whine.

"Bad luck".

"I'm not even dressed properly" I point out.

"You look fine, we're just going to Zoe's anyways" she shrugs, "nothing fancy".

I look at her with my grumpy cat face, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, I would like to go out and maybe drink a little, since it won't be something massive, but in the other hand I could stay home, maybe listen to some old albums I got up there, order pizza and maybe catch up on my reading. I left Anne Frank's diary on my night table four days ago and haven't picked it up yet.

"What the hell" I answer in a tired voice, surrounding the car to climb up and sit next to her.