I would (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

"You mean Alex from the restaurant?" I ask. Justin's just drunk there's no way he would keep this from me. He nods his head and I decide that he's just completely lying.

"Okay lets get you some coffee." I say and get up.

"No I'd rathur sit here." He replies and lays down on the rug.

"Okay ill just bring it up to you." I say as walk out of the room. I arrive shortly with a cup of steamy coffee only to see Justin fast asleep on the rug.

"Hey Justin?" I say shaking him lightly.

"Yeah?" He replies struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Do you wanna sleep on the bed?" I ask.

"Yeah yeah I do." He says and starts to stand up but falls down again. I grab his arm and help him over to the bed. He flops down and immediately falls asleep. My heart aches as I realize that this was something I did for my mom so many times before. What if Justin ends up like my mom?

Tears start to fill my eyes and struggle to hold them in. I can't let the same thing that happened to my old family, happen to my new one.

I'm almost tempted to call my mom and tell her how much I miss her. Because I do. In a really weird messed up way. I do miss her. She was so consumed by hurt because of what my father did to her. That she lost herself. And I couldn't help her. But I will help Justin. We won't end up broken.

I reach for the phone and stop. I can't do this. I can't go down this road. I need to stay strong. I left for a reason. I had to leave; there's no turning back.

I sigh and slide into bed next to Justin. I drift into a restless sleep filled with dreams about my mom.

I wake up to the sound of the toilet flushing. I check the time it's 10:30 in the morning I have to be at the set soon.

I pull myself out of bed and walk over to bathroom. Justin's face is cloaked with guilt.

"Do you want to explain what happened last night?" I ask.

"We got really carried away." He says.

"Yeah, do you even remember any of last night?" I ask.

"Not really, it's a blur." He replies.

"You were pretty drunk." I say.

"I'm sorry, you were right." Justin apologizes.

"Why do we argue so much?" I ask leaning against the door frame.

"I don't know, but I wish it would stop. I hate being mad at you. I hate that disappointed look you give me." Justin says.

"Same here. I feel like all we do is argue when we're together."