Mine (SEQUEL)

Chapter 23

RECAP:

"You did an excellent job. Best performance I heard today." My uncle patted his back.

"Thank you so much, Jerry."

"It was so good, I want to offer you a record deal."

Justin's POV

"Justin."

"Justin, are you okay?"

I was so woozy. I open my eyes and all eyes were on me.

"Wha-What happened?" I looked at everyone confused.

"Well, my uncle offered you a record deal and you fainted." Demi spoke up.

"Oh." I said, as one of Jerry's bodyguards helped me up.

"So, what do you say? Are you in?" Jerry asked, hoping I would say yes.

"Uhh, I'm going to have to think about it." I lightly smiled.

"Well it's alright, take all the time you need. Demi's got my number if you want to talk business." He shook my hand as he left the store.

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Demi's POV

The car ride back was silent. Justin say a word to me the whole time.

"Justin, what's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"Nothing." He mumbled.

"Why didn't you take the offer? It would open so much doors for you. I mean, getting awards, hitting red carpets and let's not forget the huge stacks we'd be getting. You sh-"

"HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I THINK? I FEEL LIKE YOU'RE JUST DOING THIS FOR YOURSELF." Justin interrupted.

"Justin I-"

"NO. BECAUSE IT'S ALL ABOUT DEMI IS IT?" He scoffed heading upstairs to the bathroom.

I definitely messed up this time.

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Justin's POV

I headed upstairs to the bathroom. I needed time to think.

Don't be mad at Demi. She was only trying to help you.

She didn't help at all. She was being a selfish bitch.

"STOP!" I yelled at the voices in my head.

I mean, a record deal would be sick, but I can't leave my gang. They were my family ever since I left my own. They were there since day one. I can't just leave them after everything they've done for me.

I stood there. Staring at myself in the mirror. I heard a light knock at the door. I opened the door to see a sad Demi.

"Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I-i should've asked you about what you thought about this, but I got carried away. So you can be mad at me. I understand." She shyly spoke.

"I'm not mad." I reassured.

"You're not?"

"No. It's just I don't feel like the famous life is for me. I mean, I got my gang and all. Also, I got my amazing girlfriend. Let's not forget the money we get from the missions and from your uncle. That's basically all I need right now in my life." I hugged her, resting my chin on her head.

"Well if that's what you want, I'll go tell my uncle." She smiled, pulling out her phone.

I'm glad that I have Demi by my side.

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Demi's POV

So Justin didn't agree with the whole music career thing. I understand that he doesn't want to leave his gang. He considers them his family and it's honestly so sweet. Whatever decision he made, I will support him no matter what happens.

"Babe, come here! I made a lit dinner!" Justin yelled from the kitchen.

It smelled so good. Justin has been cooking a lot lately and I couldn't have been more impressed. I remember the first time he cooked for me. He almost set the house on fire.

I quietly laughed at myself as Justin looked over at me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Why you laughing over there?"

"Oh nothing." I grinned.

"I know, it's weird of me cooking and all."

"No, I love your cooking." I reassured, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Okay, well let's eat."

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Justin finally finished making the delicious meal. Ouu, pasta.

I took a bite into the pasta and it tasted like heaven.

"Mmm,this is so good." I moaned.

"Thanks Dems. And save the moans for the bedroom." He joked, causing me to roll my eyes at him.

As I was eating, I felt a little queasy. I suddenly felt all the food, I just ate shot all the way up my stomach.

I ran as fast as I can to the bathroom and through up everything in my system.

"Demi, you alright babe?" Justin was in the door way.

"Yeah, I'm aaauhhhh" I continued to throw up in the toilet.

Justin came in and held my hair up. He started to rub circles in my back as I continued to vomit.

I hate throwing up. It's disgusting.

"You're actually boyfriend goals." I looked at Justin and admired how helpful he was being.

"Haha, of course I am." He cockily stated.

"Maybe, I shouldn't cook at all. Clearly you don't like it." He added with a frown on his face.

"No, it was really good. Honest. It's just, I don't know what happened, I just felt sick that's all."

"Well alright, I'll get you some medication for your vomiting." Justin walked out of the bathroom.

What would I do without a guy like Justin?