the cheater & the snake ✩ jdb & tas

23« long chapter

[A/N]: this one's a bit different... enjoy ;)

As soon as Taylor entered the club, two of her guards pushed the doors closed to keep the paps out.

That was it. That was the day. She was meeting Justin Bieber today.

The last time she actually saw him was at the 2016 iHeartRadio Awards. And she was still with Adam. And they were still apart.

Many things had changed from that day. And now she was there, in Los Angeles, and it was time to make things right.

The club wasn't that crowded that evening, the atmophere was dark enough for nobody to notice her.

"Hello Miss Swift, we've been waiting for you."

She recognized that man as one of Justin's guards. He was already there.

She was soon led to the private area of the club. And he was there.
And he looked handsome.

His face immediately lit up as she approached him.

"Taylor!"
Justin almost screamed, throwing his arms around her petite body.

"It's nice to see you again, Justin."

He didn't let go. Not yet. He kept his arms tight around her waist, hiding his own face in her soft blonde hair.
He was now taller than she remembered, his shoulders had gotten wider and even his features looked way different than before.
She looked different, too. Her short hair was perfectly straightened, and the little curls he used to love were gone. But she was still the same. She was still Taylor, and she looked more beautiful than ever.

"You look gorgeous, Taytay."
He said, now letting go of her. Thank God she didn't choose to wear high heels, or he would have been too short to fully admire her now.

"You look good, too."
She blushed. Why was she even blushing? It's not like she had never been complimented in her life.

"Let's get something to drink shall we?"

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The evening at The Nice Guy went fast. They had a lot to talk about, those two. Many things had happened in the last four years.

"So, how's your tour going?"
She asked, smiling.

"Good. It's good. I'm leaving for leg 2 in a few days, but everything's great. The fans are awesome, you know.."

"Yeah, it's nice to see them just enjoying themselves, singing and dancing in the crowd."
She said, remembering every single one of her shows. All the smiles she saw, all the faces, they were still printed in her memory.

"You know, my favourite part of every show is when I touch their hands.. The girls go insane."
He smirked, and Taylor laughed, looking down at the half-empty glass in front of her.

Justin's eyes suddenly darkened, as he stared at his own hands. Taylor soon noticed his mood change, and her face frowned.

"They put so much passion, and faith in us. Sometimes I'm afraid I might let them down, I feel like they expect so much from me and maybe.. Maybe I can't give them what they need."

Taylor gave him a weak smile, as she reached for his hand to hold.

"They don't expect anything, Justin. They love you, all they want is your happiness."

"But it's not always what it looks like."

"Justin.."

"I saw what they write online, Taylor. I can't even stand next to a girl without them accusing her of being a slut and I just.."
Justin sighed, squeezing her hand slightly.

"The paps out there.. They saw us getting in here and if.. If someone says something about you I swear I'm gonna lose it."

Taylor gulped. She was already more than used to people accusing her of dating someone or calling her names. She didn't care about the paps, or the rumors, she cared about herself and the people she loved.
And, that guy sitting next to her happened to be one of them.

"They can call me whatever they want, Justin. I know who I am, and I know who you are, that's all that matters."

Justin smiled, his eyes finally meeting hers after he had tried to avoid her gaze.

"You probably know it already but, I missed you, Taylor."