Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 18

[Justin's POV]

"How could you do this to her?"

"What's wrong with you, Justin?"

"This isn't how I raised you."

"You are the worst idol ever."

"Two-timing loser."

"Go back to Canada."

"No one likes you."

"I'm never listening to your music again."

"I can't believe I called myself a belieber."

"You're exactly who I thought you were from the beginning."

"Do the world a favor and kill yourself."

"We hate you."

"We hate you."

I snapped my eyes open in a panic. I frantically looked around. I was in my hotel room. It has been a few days since the incident happened. My life has been falling apart ever since. Neither of them will talk to me and it breaks my heart that Katie is hurting. I was the biggest jerk on the planet.

Everyone knows about it, too. Word got out to the press and everyone knows what went down because of Selena. I can hardly leave my hotel without being attacked or cursed out. I've essentially been hiding from society in my bed for these past few days. One of the worst parts about being a celebrity is the lack of privacy from constantly being in the public sphere. When I make mistakes, they're put on display for the world to see and critique. Everything I do follows me like an apparition. It doesn't matter how much time has passed, if the ordeal was settled and if I have grown from it. It allows me to always be held accountable for my actions, but I would prefer to handle it privately, without the scrutiny of the world.

I can't bear to look at my phone any longer. I've been getting more hate then I've ever received in my life. The media was flourishing. I haven't seen a pop sensation article without me being a douchebag mentioned somewhere on it.

My family and friends have been trying to comfort me, but I pushed them away. They just remind me of how much I regret everything. If I could re-do it, I would've broken up with Selena before it was too late. I would've saved Katie the hurt.

I wouldn't care if my career ended if it meant that Katie and I would be happy together. I feel like all I want is her. All I need is her. I don't deserve someone as wonderful as she is. She said so herself; she'd be better off if she never met me. This statement especially sent a knife through my heart. I know it's too soon, and I know that we haven't known each other for long, but I know she is my person. She makes me feel like myself. She brings out the side of me that I rarely show anyone else. I love who I am when I'm with her. She brings out the best in me, and all I want to do is become the man she deserves.

What am I going to do about it?

"I was afraid this would happen, you know. I was being an ass to her, because I was trying to protect you," I snapped my head up to see Scooter in the doorway.

"I'm sorry," he sat at the foot of my bed. "I was wrong. You're happier with her than you were with Selena. She came along and stole your heart."

"But she hates me and said she's better off without me," I put my face in my hands. I didn't want a repeat of these last few days, so I held my tears in.

"That is not the Justin Bieber I knew in 2009. You are not a quitter," Scooter assured. I lifted my face and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"You're a popstar. Use it."