One Less Lonely Girl (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter Seven

I was sitting in a chair. The room is huge and the furniture are beautifully arranged but there is just one bed. I can’t believe this. ‘He’ was sitting in the bed staring at me. I felt kind of awkward at this moment but I tried my best to ignore him.

“Sam . . . Please . . . Don’t Ignore me.” He pleaded. “Sam, you’re my world. I can’t imagine myself being happy without you. I know I screwed up. But I’m really sorry. It hurts me inside if you ignore me. It breaks my heart when I see you cry. I never meant to hurt you Sam. I love you and always will. Please forgive me Sam.” He said now tearing up.

“*Sigh* but why’d you kissed her? I thought you were loyal to me. I thought you wouldn’t cheat.” I said while tears are falling on my face.

“I am. I am loyal to you Sam. I wouldn’t hurt you in anyway. And what you saw . . . well, It’s just for publicity. You’re the one I love and not her. Please believe me Sam.”

“I don’t know if I can  believe you. I . . . I need some time to think.”

“Sam . . . I just wanted you to know that I’ll wait for you. I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me now. I love you Sam, don’t forget that.”

“*Sigh* I think I’m not yet ready to forgive you. You really hurt me and I’m not ready to get back together. I’m sorry.”

“”Sigh” It’s okay Sam. I’ll wait. I don’t care if it will take a year.”

“Justin, aren’t you tired of this? I keep pushing you away now. Now, we are over. You have the freedom to choose a girl again. I want to forgive you Justin. I really do. But I can’t because I know that you deserve better. And I do love you Justin, But I know that I’m not the right girl for you. There are other girls out there, more beautiful, and more loving. ” I said while tears are pouring out of my eyes

“Sam, what are you saying? I don’t deserve better. I want you and only you. And you’re the right girl for me and you will always will. I promise myself that I won’t give up on you Sam. I know that you’re the one. You’re the girl I’ve been waiting for many years now. You’re different from the others. Remember when I said that we will make this work no matter what happens? I meant that Sam.” He said while he stared at my eyes.

   I was now crying harder now. He really is loyal. And I know that I can’t leave him. I know realize that I do love him. Before I knew it, he held my face and we are now staring at each other. I can see that he was really sincere and he really loves me the way I love him.

“I . . . I forgive you Justin. I now realize that I can’t lose you. I now realize that I do love you and I can’t let you go. ”

“Is this mean we can get back together?” He said happily.

“Yes . . . But what about your publicity stunt with Selena?”

“I’ll stand up for myself and tell my manager that I won’t do it even if he likes it or not. If I have to date someone, I want it to be you Samantha.”

   And with that, we kissed. I missed the way he kissed me in the beach even though this is  my second time kissing a boy. And I’m happy that he’s my first.

   We fell asleep together in the bed.

   The next day, when I woke up, I found Justin staring at me.

“Good morning beautiful.” He smiled.

“Good morning.” I replied.

“I have something for you.”

“What is it?” I asked curious.

  It was a ring with I love you written on it. It was beautiful and I almost cried when I saw it. “It’s a promise ring Samantha. This will symbolize that our relationship is permanent and no one will ruin it.” He said softly.

  And that’s the story. He is mine and I’m I am his. In case you’re wondering the dream did continue and we still dated. Justin and I are now always together. I moved with him and started doing home school in the bus. We even help people in need. We always do charity work together. The most memorable one is when we helped the Philippines from this strong typhoon that destroyed some of there region. We even flew there just to help them. And a couple years later, he proposed and I became Mrs. Bieber and have 3 angels named Jasmine, Jaxon, and Josh. And we live happily ever after . . .