"She's just a fan Justin."

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*Justin’s P.O.V*

My alarm clock went crazy this morning dragging me out of bed at 9. I have a meeting with some people I will be collaborating with in my new album at 10. Last night was one of the worst nights that I could ever imagine. In fact It was worse than an imagine. I still couldn’t believe that Kate, my Kate had left me. I felt alone in this house, just me and Hunter living together. Kate always brightened the atmosphere no matter who was in a bad mood.

She always had me smiling, her clumsiness, laugh, the way she looks at me when she wants something, her puppy eyes, terrible jokes this all made me want to be with her. She had the personality I really love, and not to mention her appearance. Those damn beautiful blue orbs, perfect silky chocolate hair, amazing lips, her small frame-

Stop! What if she won’t want me anymore? I couldn’t bare to see another man by her side. That’s why I will not ever let her go. I will fight till the fucking end if I have to.

My head was caught up by problems and I couldn’t concentrate properly. Everything I did was so clumsy. All these questions in my head had me going insane.

Will she allow me to explain?

What if she won’t listen and make it clear we are done.

Does she love me?

Why didn’t I stop her from running?

I’m such an idiot.

Damn. I need to stop thinking. No I cannot do this meeting today, I dial scooters number.

“What’s up J, you and Kate are all over the news.”

“What!?” I shout down the phone

“They have video footage of you letting your ex into the house, them moments later Kate leaving. Its chaotic Justin.” Way to go scooter you just fucked my mood up even more.

“Call the company and tell them I’m not meeting anyone today.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Bye.” I hung up and tossed my phone on my bed while I got dressed.

A pair of sweats and t-shirt will do today. I’m not here to impress anyone. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen looking for anymore weed leftover. I check the top cabinet and bring down a box filled with joints. I take a handful and walk over to my alcohol cabinet randomly selecting a bottle. I walk towards my couch and toss the bottle of expensive red wine on the table along side the weed.

I drop myself onto the couch and kick my feet up onto the table taking a joint between my lips and lighting it. How can I fucking forget the bad memories? I was so careless. This is why you don’t get into relationships Bieber. You just fuck the bitch and leave. My conscience was right. Whenever I fall in love I fuck it up. But no not this time. I’m not giving up on her. Shit. I take the bottle and down some wine while lighting another joint.

This is the only way I can forget. But I was still to sober, and last night with that bitch kept on flashing back.

*Flashback*

I open the door to see my ex standing there with a devilish grin on her face. “Hello, baby.” She kissed my cheek and pushed past me into the house. “You have five minutes to explain and get the fuck out.” I growled. “Oh don’t get so worked up Bieber *annoying laugh* come on and get comfortable on the couch.” She bit her lip and took my hand pulling me to the couch. “That’s not a good idea...” my eyes quickly meet my bedroom door upstairs. I’m fully aware that Kate can walk out searching for me anytime. She saw me look at the door and she grabbed my face with two hands pulling me in so we’re face to face. Literally, two inches away. I look into her dark brown eyes and sigh. I can’t believe I felt something for her... Maybe the feelings are still there? NO!

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