Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 35: Claustrophobia

Chapter Thirty-Five; Scandal

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Justin started breathing really hard, and he started trembling. He started sweating, and panicking. Thanks to everyone that boarded on the small elevator. Their lazy asses couldn't take the stairs?

They looked back at Justin, awestruck. They started rumbling around to get to Justin, and it was very loud. Justin started crying , and Alfredo didn't know what to do. "Everyone shut the fuck up, and make a path. He's claustrophobic for gods sake, leave him alone!" I yelled over all the voices. We got to the tenth floor, we got off and everyone else stayed on the elevator.

"Ariana, get some water or something. Alfredo, go get Scooter." I demanded. Ariana ran off, but Alfredo stayed where he was.

"What's the room number?"

Dammit I forgot. While I was kneeling down, Justin put his head on my lap, still in the same condition he was in the elevator. Only breathing harder. "Justin, look at me."

Justin was literally trembling so much. "Justin, calm down, and look at me. Please?" I grabbed his cheeks, making him look at me. His crying slowed down, as he stared into my eyes. His panick was long gone, but he was still trembling. "What's your room number?"

"S-Six twent-ty f-four."

Alfredo ran off, and Ariana had come back with two water bottles. She gave them, to me, and I put one in Justin's hand. I helped him drink it, and when he did, he was still calming down. Minutes later, Alfredo and Scooter were coming out of the staircase. "What'd you do?!" Scooter yelled looking at me.

"I didn't so anything! Why would you think I did something to him?" I exclaimed, looking at him. Justin sat up fully, putting his head on my shoulder, and started breathing normally. He was still recovering from his anxiety attack, so he wasn't talking. "A whole bunch of people for on the elevator, and he had an anxiety attack."

"Oh sorry," he looked away from me. "Come on Justin, let's get you to your room."

Scooter helped Justin up, and Justin grabbed my hand as he walked. He wasn't in full control of his body, and he was still scared. Ariana felt bad for what just happened so she followed. The only reason I'm following them is because Justin looked like me when I witnessed by Dad being burned to death. He was slung over Scooter's shoulder, looking right into my eyes.

When we reached his room, our hands lost connection, as he was laid down on the couch. "See you guys tomorrow at the awards." Ariana and I waved, and they waved. Wiping my face off from the sweat on me, I looked at Ariana who looked shocked.

"That's the first time I've witnessed something like that. How come you were so calm about it?" She asked, looking at me. I'm tired of holding it in.

"I watched my Dad burn to death. Him having an anxiety attack wasn't that fazing to me." I shrugged, and she nodded trying not to bring up what I just said. We walked into my room, and sat on the cold couch. We threw a blanket over us, and sat in the dark watching a black and white movie. "What's with Jai and taking your phone?" I asked randomly.

"I kept texting you, and I was pretending to listen to him talking about Xbox." She smirked. We talked about Jai, the awards, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, and many other random topics, until we both nodded off into sleep.

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Sorry it's short :/ I just wanted to tell you what Justin felt through Aubrey's pov