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I need to find a way to get away from these mother fuckers. They are everywhere. How would you feel if everywhere you went someone was behind you? Studying your every move, waiting for you to fall so they can plaster your picture all over the media?

Justin's pov
"Hailey, come this way." I grab Hailey's hand lightly, allowing her to follow me as we make our way down the alley between two buildings, loosing the eager paparazzi.

Hailey is a good friend of mine. Hailey Baldwin. She's sweet, caring, and another person I have to be there for me when the fame gets too much. She's a perfect person to lean on. So far so good.

"Justin... I'm tired of this." Hailey puts her hands on her knees, bending over to catch her breath. Walking over to her, I rub her back trying to comfort her in which ever way I could. But I wasn't exactly the touchy- feely soft guy, so I'm sure it wasn't working.

I know she's tired. I am too. Everywhere we go, they're there. But what can we do? I brought this upon myself. Standing in the eye of the media, showing my strong passion and talent. But I couldn't help it, something drives me to keep doing what I do. It's like a high. Imagine having a passion so strong for something that you can't stop doing it, then add about 100 mil. to it and you have me, Justin Bieber.

"What was that question about?" Hailey looked up, tucking a blonde piece of her soft hair behind her ear. I knew she was referring to the question the paparazzi asked on our way out of the mall, but I didn't want to answer.

"Listen, you know me and twist don't hang out anymore." I say. She bites the inside of her cheek. She cared about me. She always wanted the best for me. But sometimes I feel like she wanted more than a friendship and I didn't feel the same.

"Okay. But, Justin you promise if you ever did you would tell me, right?"

She stands completely up from her hunched position and I nod slightly.

"Of course."

I'm such a dick. I just lied to one of the most reliant people I have in my life right now. Me and Za do meet up a lot, along with twist. Especially lately, ever since the purpose tour started, shit has gotten stressful. Za doesn't lead me to do bad things... But with twist, it's different.

Flashback to the night before~

"Aye Bieber lets hit up west side tonight."

I look down at my self and realize how comfortable I was, no screaming girls, no lights in my face, just me and Esther watching some TV. I sigh.

"Bro, I don't know. I'm not feeling to good." I lied. I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

As much as you might think I want to get high and drunk, I'm not exactly in the mood. I've seen just about everything. The drugs, the alcohol, the girls. Though I might have not participated in some of those things, I do have a different side to me that most people don't see.

Im a nice guy, I think. But I do like girls, a lot. I like my money, and sometimes I like to be materialistic and buy tons of stuff I don't need just for the hell of it. But it's a luxury, that I don't mind using.

"Listen, Za.... Is twist there?"

I hear the blaring music, practically vibrating my walls just from over the phone. "Yeah brother, we're all here." I raise up and scratch my buzz cut hair and sigh. I knew exactly what he meant by "we're all here". I knew Kylie was there, probably more of his friends that I didn't really care to hang out with to be 100% honest with you.

"Alright. I'll be there in about 20 minutes man."

I let the phone hang up itself and I raise up from my soft bed remembering that I only have a week off, then I'm back on tour. Do I really want to spend my last week like this?

Fuck it.

I look at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my looks. Damn. My arm muscles are more defined than 2012 Justin and I've changed my looks in so many ways. My eyes run down my arms in the reflection studying all my new tattoos, even the small cross on my eye. Walking to my closet, it lights up automatically and a set of revolving shelves start to move outward for me to decide what clothes to wear.

Dior sunglasses. Let's throw on some Versace, a yellow fear of God flannel and my adidas boosts. satisfied with my look, I snatch my phone from my bed and spray on some calogne and smirk to myself. Something about this side of me makes me feel good about myself.

"Justin, brother, tell us about 'love yourself' Is it directed toward a certain chick?"

"Hey, we see you have been around Hailey a lot lately. You say you're just friends but we want the truth."

"Are you single?"

"How's the tour going."

These same damn questions everywhere I go. I'm just trying to walk to the club and I literally can't go anywhere without these rats. I bite the inside of my cheek to refrain from saying some thing that is better left unsaid. Suddenly a bright light is flashed in my eyes, then another. And another.

"Guys, come on. Can I please just get to the club?"

My insides were starting to turn and I could practically feel the steam bursting from my ears.

"Sorry man it's our job." A man in his mid forties said, flashing two more pictures. Leaving dots to my vision.

"God dammit! Listen." I snap. stopping dead in my tracks, they continue to take pictures.

"You guys are never grateful. I asked you nicely to please stay a few feet away so I can get by. You're invading my personal space and I would like it if that changed!" Anger brimmed my voice, I heard it myself.

They continued to flash pictures, and the questions continued.

"Fucking useless." I say lowly as I push past them roughly, anger now perfectly visible as I continue to walk.

This is what they do. They bombard me with questions they already know the answer to, get me pissed and then plaster my reaction, that's usually anger or annoyance, all over the media. Making me look like a piece of shit.

A few feet away a group of girls begin to cry in excitement and one of them begins walking toward me.

"No!" I snap as soon as she approaches me with open arms.

I hate being like this to them. But sometimes I need space. I'm a human and I deserve respect just like any other 22 year old. She immediately walks away, probably feeling so embarrassed. But hey, I wasn't in the mood.

"Great job ass hole. Does that make you feel good? Huh, treating your fans like dirt on your shoe?" A paparazzi begins to bark in my ear, still following me. I see the club in sight and I being to slowly calm down, knowing relaxation and pleasure were minutes away.

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VERY IMPORTANT!!
Firstly, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and second, just a heads up I will NOT tolerate comments or messages regarding the way I write MY story. ITS FICTIONAL It's none of your concern, and if you don't approve then you can happily exit this story and move along. This story is in no way shape or form REAL. The way I write is my own way, and I'm not shaming or trying to make Hailey or Justin seem like "shitty" people. This is just the way my story line goes. It is strictly inspired from both my head and what I've seen Justin go through in real life. Please keep rude comments to yourself or leave.
Thank you for reading! -Em