Love At First Sight

Chapter 55

The next day, skip to evening time...

Justin's POV

"Hey Demi, do you think I should get a new hairstyle? Like trim it or dye it or something?" I looked up from my book and threw my husband a puzzled expression.

"I love your hair as it is."

He brushed off my compliment easily, "Well what about my clothes then? I was thinking about getting a new style, should I wear less chains? The chains are too much, aren't they? I should take them off. What about the drop-crotch trousers? I think they think it's too low. I should pull them up. Should I buy more converses and vans and wear them and cut back on the hightops?" I looked him over in his slightly sagging jeans and his checked shirt.

"Justin your clothes are fine. What's wrong with the style you have now?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay...do you think I should get rid of my mustache?"

"Why get rid of it? I think it looks good. What's brought all this on J?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, not looking at me, and I noticed him scratching his neck.

"All this scrutinising yourself," I explained. He still didn't meet my gaze.

"Maybe I just want to shake things up a bit, what's wrong with that?" I dropped my book to one side and sit up more, resting my head on my hands watching as Justin started to pace.

"Well nothing I guess, but why? What's made you think it's necessary?"

He takes a deep breath and finally turns to look at me, "It's like the fans want me to stay young or something Demi, I dunno. Like some fans today on Twitter, were tweeting all this hateful stuff like how they're leaving the fanbase because of my new style and how I'm changing and how I look too old, my beliebers hate me. I'm too boring. I'm letting all my beliebers down, I think I'm changing everything up too much. I don't wanna let them down."

"Justin look, they don't hate you, they adore you. They love your kindness and your sweetness. You're not boring at all. They need to accept the fact that you're not that 16 year old kid with the hair flip anymore, pardon my language but you're a grown ass man. If they can't accept that, then they need to leave. They don't control you. You control you. They shouldn't tell you what you can and can't do, they're not the boss of you. You're the boss of you. You can do whatever the hell you want. If you wanna grow out your mustache, grow it out. If you want grow out your hair, grow it out, if you feel like snapbacks and hightops are your thing, go for it. You're stunning to me, that's partially why I married you, you're all I love in a man. In my opinion, I think you're super fashionable, like I'm obsessed with your Supras, I think your drop-crotch pants are unbelievably hot and I think it's so damn sexy when you wear purple shirts... not gonna lie, I had to put it out there. I think your mustache makes you look really mature. I know not all beliebers are like this, hating on you like this. There's the ones that love what you do and then there's the ones that hate what you're doing and who want you to stay 16 forever and we all know that's clearly not happening. The real beliebers support you with everything you do. The ones that left are just silly and weren't proper fans in the first place. Like seriously baby, you're so good-looking, like your swag is blinding me it's so much oh my gosh..." My last comment managed to pull a small laugh from him, as he dropped down next to me on the couch, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"You don't need to change at all, you're like drop dead gorgeous to me, not unless you really want to. But it has to be for you, and only you, not for your fans." I insisted, stroking the edge of his hand with my thumb. I kissed his hand gently.

"Please don't think you have to change for anyone baby, especially not for people like that. To me, you're like a god. Like I love everything about you." I said being honest. I didn't think I could be any more honest to him. I meant every word that came out of his. He shouldn't believe the rubbish people post nowadays. Like he's too swaggy for that. Nobody heard that.