Recovery - Justin Bieber

22. Chapter I love him, okay...

You can barely sleep. You're lying next to the man of your dreams and you don't know what you should do. You watch him and admire his beauty.  

The evening at the bowling alley was really great yesterday. What doesn't make the situation easier.   After a few hours of sleep, you wake up.

Justin is still in a deep sleep, at least he looks like that. You caress him gently on his tattooed arm and kiss it lovingly.  

You hear that down in the house are already people. Once you are on the ground floor you see your travel bags are available but only yours.

“Good morning, guys.”, you welcome Ciccio, Giovanni and Salvatore nervously.

“Where is Justin's stuff?”, you ask.

“In the car, Salvatore will bring Justin to the airport today.”, Giovanni replied coldly.

“No!”, you scream. You start to cry. “I don't want that.”

“Sis, I know. But there is no other way.”  

“Nooooo!!!”

Justin's POV  

Shocked I wake up. Instinctive I look at the bed side, where (Y/N) normally sleep but the bed is empty.  

Where is she?  

I hear chatter from the ground floor. After I was in the bathroom and got dressed, I went down stairs.  

In the hallway, she stands and looks at me coldly. I have never seen her like that.  

Oh yes, once...on the way back from Palermo. Did I do something wrong?  

No, nothing. Everything was good.

“Good morning sweetheart!”, I greet her.

“Good morning, Justin.”

Around the corner I see Ciccio and Giovanni stand, nodding to me. Something is wrong here.  

“Justin, we need to talk.”, she started looking coldly in my eyes.

“What's going on, sweety?”

“I've been thinking about us.”

“So do I.”, I said.

“Please let me talk, Justin.”

“Okay. But I really have some good ideas, it will all work out. We can be together and neither of us has to give up something.”

“That won't work, Justin. I don't want to be with you.”, she said seriously.

At this moment my heart breaks into a hundred pieces. She hasn't just say that...Am I dreaming right now?

“What? Where does this come from?”, I stuttering confused.    

“I just realized that I don't really like you. I was just pretending, that I like you.”

“No that's not true.”, I contradict her.  

“Yes! I don't care about you, to be honest. I feel nothing for you and all that I have said was a lie. Sorry, but you remember the song 'What goes around comes back around'. This is it.”  

“What the fuck are you talking about!? Why do you do that?”, I asked her hurt.  

“I thought I could enrich myself with you. But as you now know this situation isn't a good moment to play. So don't care Justin and come home.”, she said, as if she doesn't feel anything.