Why Love When Its Hopeless?

Chapter 18.

~Justin's POV From the Previous Scene ~ 

A/N; The only reason why this chapter is here is because you guys will get to see how Justin feels about the situation and abut Shelby/

Shelby and I got in the van after leaving her house and silence over came us. It wasn't awkward, it was actually comfortable. I was wanting to say something, but just couldn't find what to say.

We had finally gotten to the hotel, and I could tell Shelly is a little tense, and/or scared. So I turned my full attention towards her. I smiled lightly, "It's okay, just follow me and stay close." I said, as I held out my hand.

She looked down at it, then back at me, as if she wasn't sure she was aloud to. I snickered and nodded. She took my hand and I wrapped my hand to fit perfectly in hers. She looked up at me and  all I could do was smile. I love the feeling holding her hand, it gives me this feeling inside. I can't describe it, it's different.

"Hold on tight, and don't let go." I said as I took off my seat belt, getting ready to leave the car. She did the same as the car stopped in front of the doors. I looked outside and saw most of my fans. I instantly smiled at the sight of my fans. Without them, I wouldn't be in the position I'm in right now. I love them more than they know. I looked back at Shelly, my smile never leaving my face. I squeezed her hand, letting her know it's time to go.

"Stay close, don't let go, and look down. Don't listen to the paps, and don't answer their dumb questions. They just want to watch you or me snap off." I said rolling my eyes. She nodded, and squeezed my hand once the doors opened. I heard her take a deep breath, I knew she was ready to leave. So I started pulling her out of the car and quickly through the crowd.

My ears were filled with my beloved fans and I heard some gasps, but why? It's not like we are dressed like hobos or something. Is it because me and Shelly are holding hands? I swear, people just love to jump to conclusions. The paps were shoving their cameras at our faces, so I tightened my grip on Shelly's hand so she wouldn't slip away.

I ignored all the questions as we had finally made it to the lobby. I didn't bother letting my grip on Shelly's hand go. A deep feeling inside me felt like if I did she would no longer be there. I'm going to admit, Shelly is like my best friend. I feel like I can trust her, tell her anything, and I don't want her to leave.

We both walked over to the elevator. I leaned forward, not letting go of her hand, and pushed the up button. We both stood there waiting for the doors to open. I looked down at our hands, admiring how they well they fit. My smile still planted on my face, the elevator door opened with a ding, and we both walked in.

I pushed the number 12, and waited. After about a minute of silence, I felt Shelly's hand slowly loose her grip on my hand until her hand was removed from mine. I looked down at her, with sadness in my eyes. I shrugged it off, so she wouldn't ask what was wrong. That little pang of sadness, surprised me. A weird tingly feeling erupted in my gut once Shelby's hand left mine. Am I growing something for her? More than a friendship feeling?

I can't be growing feelings like that for her, I have Selena. And I do love her, but there are times, and there is a lot of them, where she doesn't trust me enough. And trust is a big part in a relationship, especially like the kind we are in. I know I can trust Selena though, but she just doesn't trust me enough to go on tour alone and especially now that Shelly is coming along. That's why she's coming along with us on tour.

My thoughts were interrupted by a ding coming from the elevator, indicating that the doors were open. I walked out first, almost forgetting Shelly was with me. I slowed down my pace, so she didn't feel like I was upset or anything. We reached my room doors, I unlocked it, and opened the doors for Shelly. I made sure to shut the doors behind her. She looked around the suit and I just smiled at her amazement.