LOVE ME ... J.B

eight

justin bieber

I sat on Kylie's spare bed, which was currently Marie's and smiled with her in my arms. Marie had changed into her pyjamas and we spoke for a while.
She wasn't meant to fall asleep on me, but she did and I didn't mind. This was a dream of mine come true.

To have her this close to me again, I missed this. I missed when I could feel her heart beat and hear every breath she took.

(( who clocked the tattoo on Justin's arm though lmao, don't judge I spent three minutes on it tops))

Whilst I watched her sleep though, I couldn't help  but see the change  in  her. I wasn't the only one to suffer this shitty distance.   Marie wasn't sleeping, eating or living properly.

I've been told by my inside sources, (Kylie of course.)  that  throughout the year Marie was not eating much, sometimes days with nothing in her stomach.
Everytime she wasn't eating, I took a shot glass and  filled it to the rim.

Her pain was my gain in bad press,  I did checked up things because I was worried about her,  panicking she'd  do something  I'd do.

Every time she had herself a sleepless night, I smoked a big ol' joint. God, my tour boys had me hooked on the shit daily.

I watched Marie  as  she  slept,  then I  gazed towards my new tattoo. It was such a big step for me to take.
I was giving her a part of my body to keep to herself, forever.

The new ink was still painful and felt irritated but I knew it's something I'd look back at with Marie and smile at.
Hell, I fucking loved it. This was my favourite photoshoot Marie's ever done,  I  just  wasn't there to tell her that.

Whilst on tour,  I kept up with all of her shoots and interviews. I'm so proud of where she's got herself.

I know how much she's wanted this, she's become such an independent woman and I love her for that. I must admit, I miss the shy 18 year old who I skyped once upon a year
ago.

I watched her whilst she slept in my arms like a baby, I smiled softly and played with strands of her hair. Damn, my princess is growing up right before my eyes.

Suddenly,  I heard her phone ping loudly. I furrowed my eyebrow and searched for it. Her iPhone was beside her on the bed.

I bit my lip checking who the message was from,    I was low key terrified.
My worst fear on that tour was. . .  What if she's fell head over heels for another guy? What if I'm not the one she adores anymore?

Lucky blue  :    We still meeting up tomorrow? 💜

I rolled my eyes and bit the side of my cheek at the message that model boy sent to Marie, he was such an idiot I wanted to punch him.

He was trying to steal my princess.
Oh no, no.

I gazed down at Marie and groaned, my conscience was kicking in. I knew I'd probably regret this in text the morning  but  I  did  it anyway.

Marie : No, I'm with Justin this week. Got to go now. Toodles

I tried to hold it all back, I  stifled  my laughter because Marie started to shift in her sleep, I put her phone down carefully and pulled the cover over us both.

Before I  leaned back onto  the bed  frame  I caught glimpse of the shattered glass on the floor. I sighed knowing I'd have to wake up extra early to clear it up before Marie woke up.

I wanted so desperately  for  her to forget that memory, she saw exactly what I'm  like  when I'm stoned and emotional. She didn't need to remember me like that.

I'm always mood switching when I smoke which is why I can't around her, she's able to make me the happiest and saddest guy within a span of seconds.

I ignored the mess on the floor and sighed happily, laying down with my girl in my arms. Shit, this felt just like the good old days.

—When getting into bed    with Marie was a daily basis thing. I needed that part of me back to stay sane.