We're Over [ J.D.B FANFIC ]

Chapter 12

"Hey. This is like the millionth message I left on your phone. I just want you to remember always that I love you...and I need you. So please, pick up my calls." --BEEP--

"Ariana, as much as I despise that boy for doing what he did, I think you should pick up. Pattie called and says he's miserable," my dear mother says, after hearing the compelling voicemail. I wanted to call him back, I really did. But what about me? Why can't she see that I'm suffering just as much as he is...probably even more because in reality, he's the one who cheated.

"Mom, you can't convince me to do something that's gonna end up backfiring on both me myself and my mental health," I reply, unplugging my phone from the charger. "I know I can't. But I've never seen him so down," she replies, with a small frown on her face.

I ignore her words, before coming down the stairs. "Ariana! Can you get the door?" my mother shouts, making me wince. "Sure," I mumble, before twisting the golden doorknob and pulling it open.

"What are you doing here?" I say, backing away from the door, trying to shut it while I'm doing so but Justin's foot blocks the way. "I'm just here to talk," he whispers, and tries to come closer but I back away. "Don't come near me," I mumble, not looking in his bright yet saddened eyes. He backs away, and the air becomes more tense when he says, "I miss you."

I don't respond, but look at the suddenly interesting painting of my mom and dad in Paris in 1997. "Look at me," he says, his finger tilting my chin to look at his eyes. It was truly my weakness, but it wouldn't be this time. I was gonna protect myself against all harm, no matter who or what it was. I trusted him once, but he broke it.

"I know, I know that you hate me. And it's killing me to know that I'm the one who caused it. Yes, I know I did something that I had complete control of but I wasn't thinking right---" he starts his speech, but I cut off.

"Exactly that Justin. You had complete control of the situation yet you still chose to do it," I cut him off, wiping a tear that was making its way down my cheek.

The next few minutes felt like hours, no, years, decades even. Suddenly, Justin had pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. "I need you," he says, sniffling into my hair. I pet his head. "I love you," he continues, making me whisper quietly that I love him too.

"Do you think we can ever go back to the way we were?" he asks, suddenly making me raise my eyebrow curiously. "I can't answer that," I say, truth ringing from my words. "Why not?" Justin asks, his face still stuffed into my hair. "Cause, I'm not even sure myself," I confirm, making another lonesome tear fall down his swollen cheeks.

Suddenly, he had pulled me into his arms. He was sobbing once again, but I didn't say a word. I had rubbed my hand against his back. 

"Shh. Calm down," I whisper in his ear comfortingly. "What's going on?" my mother says walking down the stairs. "Oh. Justin," she says, looking at the broken boy with sorrow. "Hey, Mrs. Grande," he says as he pulls away unwillingly, wiping his red face with his hands, resting the other one on the small of my back. "How are you?" he questions her casually.

"You don't have to be all formal with  me, Bieber. Just don't hurt my little girl again," she jokingly says, yet partially deadly serious. "We're actually, not back together mom," I correct her, but than Justin suddenly looks at me. "We're not?" he questions, making me look at him and my mom, wondering how to explain myself.

"I'll leave you two alone," she smiles, walking back up the stairs.

"Hold on, we're not together?" he asks, making me nod. "Yeah, pretty much. What do you expect? I'd welcome with you open arms?" I ask, grabbing a Kool-Aid pouch from the table. "No..." he mumbles. His phone suddenly beeped, making me look at his golden IPhone 6S.

What I saw broke me all over again.

"Ariana..."

"It's okay. We're not together anyway," I say but he grabs me, and pushes me up against the wall.

"I don't know why she's texting me, cause I haven't talked to her since the moment you walked out that door," he says in one breath. "Please believe me," he continues. "I trust you," I reply.
"And I'm willing to give us another chance. But if you do it again Justin, you're gonna lose me. For good," I say, warning him.

"Never again. I swear," he says, making him widely smile.

- TIME SKIP TO  NEXT DAY -

"Stop!" I yell laughing

"No," Justin whines. "I don't want you to go," he says, making me laugh but yell in surprise when he pulls me down on the bed with him.

"Stay," he whines. "I'll text you," I say, laughing when he started to pull at my feet.

"Justin!" a familiar voice shouts from downstairs. As I looked down the stairs, I saw a well too familiar face.

Hailey Baldwin.