❝ i gave my world to you ❞
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love is a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection to pleasure. it can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment. love is about when you feel your heart quicken each time they smile, or when they even pay slight attention to you, you instantly feel better and your whole mood is lifted.
this is what kept replaying in justin's mind.
love is about sharing affection and feeling inseparable with one another – obsessed with each other.
and a heartbreak? this is what scared him.
he was willing to love, to feel like someone was his drug, but it was the aftermath that scared him.
and even if what he felt towards to selena wasn't love, why was he so hurt of the memory of her?
the transparent moon shines out from the deep dark blue sky. cold, cool air blows across justin's face as if trying to push him over, smell of alcohol traveling with it.
seeing hailey this morning once he woke from his sleep was a reality wake-up call for him. was this the girl he wanted to share affection with? was she worthwhile?
ever since he met selena, he couldn't fight the feeling he once had. ever since she looked into his eyes nothing else seems to phase him – she was the only one that caused something within him.
and he was letting her slip by...
"and, justin bieber, where are you? your fans miss you!" the radio host shouts before justin's own song, 'where are ü now', started playing.
he groaned. turning off the radio, he continued to drive to nowhere.
he didn't want to be reminded of himself, stupid as that sounds. he didn't want to be that guy the fame represents. his fans think they know who he truly is but they don't.
his phone buzzes and he wished it was selena, because this time he would reply, he wanted to.
< christopher ⓘ
< call me when you can, bro
seen 8:37pm
he already knew what lil twist wanted: to go out and get drunk.
back in the restaurant with selena, which seemed years ago when it wasn't really, justin mentioned that some of his friends wouldn't be there when in the dark, when he needed help – christopher came under that category.
continuing to drive, justin hears a siren behind him and instinctively looks into the wing mirror (side mirror) and sees the classic red and blue lights. not thinking much, he dismisses this and moves onto the curb to let the cop car pass since.
much to his dismay, the cruiser had also stopped with the siren going dead, the red and blue lights still shining off any reflection.
huh, justin thought, absolutely confused; had he done something wrong?
he noticed the large glass bottle beside him that had the label vodka. on high alert now, he realised that he had drank from the bottle today and he was a bit tipsy.
drunk driving, what cops liked to call it.
he pushes the bottle off the passenger seat, not caring if it spills everywhere. and then there was the scary tap on his car window, and turning to look out the window, there was the cop.
justin knew immediately he was screwed with the way the officer looked, the unfriendly glare on his face.
"yes?" justin says at once after rolling his window down. the officer screwed up his face, his nostrils burning, recognising the smell of alcohol – strong alcohol.
"may i see your license, proof of insurance and registration please?" the policeman asks with a sigh. once justin pulls out everything and shows him, nodding in approval, he says, "do you know why i pulled you over?"
he gulps. drunk-driving? "no, sir," he truly says, his stare meeting the cop.
"get out the vehicle, sir," the cop says in such a demanding tone that it made justin gulp in response.
he didn't hide the vodka bottle...
standing up with his legs feeling like jelly, he stands beside the cop until further notice. the cop instructs justin to stand beside the vehicle with both his hands on the hood and his legs outstretched.
doing what he was asked, the cop begins to quickly tap down justin from his arms to shoulders, stomach, legs, ankles. it was a quick pat everywhere before he stepped away but still justin felt like this man was intruding his personal space.
he hears the cop grunt before saying, "walk in a straight line for me, sir."
"sorry?" justin asks, confused for why he had to walk a straight line.
"walk a straight line, sir," the cop demands this time, his vicious voice making justin obey immediately.
he walks in front of his red ferrari, his favourite car, and begins walking on the yellow line that was imprinted on the road.
with the smell that greeted him once justin rolled down the window, the cop knew he was drunk. the slight slur of his words, the delay of the process of getting out. he was proven right when justin struggled to keep his foot on the yellow line and walk straight.
while justin continued to try walk a straight line, facing the opposite way of the police, the cop peers into justin's car, admiring the beauty of this expensive machine.
he saw the bottle lying on the floor.
"that's enough!" he calls out to justin. he didn't really want to arrest him, as he was a big superstar and all, but he had to since he was driving past the speed limit and drunk-driving.
justin stops abruptly and swiftly walks back to the cop, hoping he got away with it.
he knew he didn't once the cop began saying the words along the line of, "put your hands behind your back..."
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a/n;
the next chapter is very triggering, just warning you beforehand. please let me know if you want me to continue to post it or scratch it completely and make a whole new chapter (idm) !!
also, to everyone who has been reading my other story, undeniable, i've currently unpublished it (again lmao) because i felt like it wasn't going anywhere, and i hadn't really thought out the plot well. sorry for those who enjoyed reading it, hopefully once i sort myself out and thought of a GOOD plan, i'll upload it again.
and happy new year's eve !! thank you for your love and support ♡ i love you. you're worthy of everything in the world. don't let anyone tell u otherwise. enter 2017 with a strong mind, and move on from all of the negativity. if anyone is struggling with mental health, let 2017 be your year where u seek help and overcome this leap. my pm is always open for anyone to talk or just to vent out something. ♡
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