Two Is Better Than One (Justin Bieber and Barbara Palvin)

Chapter 26: Love and Panic

A/N: HEY GUYS SORRY BECAUSE I DIDN'T POST ANY CHAPTER IN 2 WEEKS!!! I JUST PASSED MY TEST AND I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR THAT! SO HERE YOU GO! ENJOY CHAPTER 26 :)
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(Barbara's POV)

When i open my eyes the next morning, all of the tragic memories from the night before drowns my mind.

Every single hateful word, the tears and the anger. Much to my dismay, all of the anger from yesterday has disappear into thin air and all i feel now is sadness.

A heavy and empty sadness. I lay in bed quietly, still not moving as i listen for any signs of Justin. I almost let out a yelp when he snores softly. Feeling him turn around heavily, i let out a gasp.

"JUSTIN?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE??!" I scream as loud as i can, causing him jump out of my bed.

"Chill barbs!" He say and i throw him a pillow.

"What are you- no i mean how can you come in to my bedroom?!" I shout loudly.

He let out a laugh, "I'm Bieber."

I raise my eyebrows and chuckle, "i fucking think thats not an answer."

"Bieber can do everything." He say and run his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

I sigh, "get out."

"What?"

"I said get out!" I say louder.

"Are you crazy? No. Every girls dream is just to have justin bieber in their room. You're such a lucky bitch, barbs. You have me. In your room." He say and go into my bathroom, brush his teeth and close the bathroom door.

"Hey what are you doing inside?!" I ask him annoyingly.

"Taking a shower! Wanna join?" He ask immaturely and i roll my eyes.

"Fuck no!!!" I shout and run downstairs to take a bath.

Ugh! Can i have a life?

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"Hows Matt?" He suddenly ask when i wash the dishes.

"We broke up." I say silently.

"Too bad." He say and drink his coffee. "I'm sorry."

"Nah. It's okay. I don't wanna think about that right now." I say and dry my hand and go upstairs.

"Hey what will you do?" Justin stops me and i turn around.

"I don't fucking know. Sleep?" I say and run upstairs.

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(Justin's POV)

"Hey." I say open her door without knocking first.

"W-what?" She say with her shaky voice and i close the door.

"Are you...crying?" I say worry.

"Uhh,no."

I come closer to her and see her face.

"Have you been crying?" I ask.

She let out a chuckle, "have i been what?"

"Don't lie." I say. "If its true that Matt is the person who made you cry, i will punch him in the face-"

"Yes he is." She starts crying. "I hate him. Fuck him, fuck that, fuck my life!" She cry louder.

I hug her tightly and stroke her hair softly, "i'm here. Don't cry."

"I love you, Justin." She say with tears down her face.

"That's what I wanted to hear. Now come here" I say.