LOVE ME ... J.B

five

marie argent

❝Just leave your bags over there.❞  I pointed  towards my wardrobe, the one which I barely ever used because I live for my clothing racks. Like I said years ago, wardrobes are  totally overrated.

Justin nod his head before wandering over to the wardrobe, he placed his bags into the empty wardrobe. I sat on the bed and pulled off my heels with a relieved sigh, this was blissful until Justin sat next to me and was looking like his stressed out self.

❝Listen— we need to talk.❞  Justin  said  the words  we were both  dreading, this  really  had to  happen  right now?  I could already feel an anxiety headache coming on, not today thank you very much.

As if on time to save me from an intense talk, the front door was knocked upon. I knew it sure wasn't Kylie because that bitch doesn't knock and let's herself in.

I sighed a  breathe of relief  and looked at Justin, knowing we'd have to talk about our problems one day. ❝I'll be just one second.❞

He nod his head, his arms leant on his knees and his hands tightly knit together.
I walked to the door whilst Justin watched me from the bed. I opened the door to see Lucky standing in front of me.

I smiled, happy to see a face who hadn't fucked me completely over.   I gave him a quick hug, earning myself a dragged out one back. ❝Hey!❞ I  chirped  sweetly.

He smiled,  before leaning  against  the doorframe of my door.
❝Hey beautiful, you uh— you left the party early?❞  He  stated, it sounded more  like a  question
I gazed behind my shoulder to see Justin, his jaw was locked, his hands were bright red from the pressure he was applying to his hands and he looked mad.

But most importantly, he looked upset. He knew I was close to a guy. I mean he must've seen it in the tabloids. . . Everybody knows I'm friends with him.
He saw the smile I had around Lucky, the smile Justin could only once upon a time put on my face.

I stood before the door tapping my foot, I secretly wanted this to end because I felt Justin's eyes  burning  through  my  skull. ❝Yeah, a friend arrived in Cali so I had to leave.❞

Lucky nodded, messing with his hair. ❝oh okay, well. . I just came to see if you're okay. Which you are— so i'll get going.❞ He chuckled, his dimples coming out to play.
I blushed, looking down to the ground and nodding. ❝I'm all good,    thank you for checking up on me.❞

I shut the door,  not  wanting to  turn  around.
I did  just  that,  Justin was holding his head in his hands,    he seemed angry and upset.

❝You met someone, you promised you'd wait for me Marie!❞   I raised my eyebrows at him and stood there in disbelief.

"Really Bieber? What was her name? Wasn't it Yovanna?" His eyes drooped and he knew he fucked up, I had him on checkmate. He couldn't say shit because his little fuck friend.

❝Don't tell me how to live when you leave me for a year and three months, those three extra months were to fuck your slut and to party your career away so don't you dare.❞   I shook my head wiping the tears which had suddenly formed, I grabbed my shoes and walked to the front door.

❝I don't want you here Justin, you have an hour to get the fuck out and I mean it. I want you out.❞

I held the door with my hand, I turned around one last time to see Justin.     He looked like he was at breaking point,  causing  my  heart  to shatter. I was already broken, funny thing is he'd broke me a while back.

❝Don't leave me like this Marie, I came back for you. You're the only fucking reason I'm here!❞ I shook my head, was he serious with that lame excuse? Oh hell to the no Bieber.

❝You— You're not the guy I fell in love with. I don't know who you are anymore, Justin.❞ Justin's mouth parted slightly and his eyes began to glass over. He shook his head angrily at me.

I could  tell  that tugged a  few nerves,  perhaps soon it'll touch his heart and sense so he'll sort his shit out and humble the fuck up.

❝You don't mean that, It's me Marie. . . You love me, you know you do. . I know you do.❞

I hesitantly shook my head. ❝I love the guy who left for his tour, not the guy who came back acting like an obnoxious asshole.❞

I slammed the door behind me then stomped down the stairs and towards my apartment exit. A girl's gotta leave  with a bang,  right?
I  heard the  door bang once more  meaning Justin on my tail, I opened the entrance  door to see Lucky was sat in his car on his phone. He hadn't left yet.

❝Marie,❞ Justin yelled from behind me, I stood one foot in  the apartment  and  another  on the  road.
I turned to see Justin one last time tonight, he was indeed like the photos. Skinny and his complexion pale. He wasn't healthy like he once was.

I hated the fact I couldn't see my Justin within him. I couldn't be around a stranger.

The biggest fear of mine is he'll never come back, but  I need him back. I crave his touch. Justin's touch.  But when he touches me it doesn't feel the same. It just isn't my Justin.

Why did he let this damned tour change him?

I hurried towards Lucky's car and I heard Justin's steps stop.
❝Princess, please.. If you love me you'll stop.❞ I paused in my steps, I love him so much but right now I couldn't even look at him. That hurt more than anything.

The fact I couldn't look the man I love in the eye.

I bit my lip and carried on walking, I had to get out of here and think. My mind was everywhere but where it should be.

I knocked on Lucky's window door and jumped in the other side after  he'd unlocked  the lock. ❝Take me to Kylie's please?❞ I asked, desperate to get advise from my best friend.

Lucky nod his head and started up the car, driving off.  I watched Justin in the rear view mirror. His hands were tangled in his hair as he watched us drive off.

I don't even fucking know what I'm in this for anymore. I just want Justin back. I just don't know how long I'll be able to hold on before I had to let go.