Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

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Madison's POV:

As we shop in the mall, fans run up to Justin.

"Go say hi," I say, pushing him towards them, and he smiles.

"Okay, be right back," he says, pecking my lips, and he turns to the screaming crowd.

"I'll never get used to all of these cameras," Ryan says, looking at the paparazzi who are snapping pictures of us.

"Me either. By the way, thank you.. for last night. you were really nice about the whole thing. Thanks for saying no to my sex offer," I say, laughing a little.

"It wasn't an offer, it was more of a demand, but your welcome, I knew you and Justin would work it out," he says with a shrug.

~

After the mall, we are in the car on the way home. Justin and Chaz in the front, me and Ryan in the back. I scroll through twitter.

Someone sent me a link.

'Justin Bieber signs autographs while the friend and girlfriend have a flirt sesh?' Next to the article was a picture of Ryan and I smiling at each other. Smiling, because he's my friend, god I hate people.

"This is bullshit. Look," I complain, showing Ryan the article.

"They're jackass', Mads," he says with a shrug.

"Hey Justin, have you talked to Derek?" I ask. The carride is silent and awkward.

"Yea, I few times, he's in America again. Maybe we can all have dinner together or something, he can meet you all? Hey! Maybe tonight he can come over for some drinks," Justin suggests. 

"That sounds great, Man," Chaz says, and Ryan laughs.

"Yea, and this time, I'm trying the tequila," he says, and we all laugh.

~ 

We get back to Justin's house, and around 8, Derek comes over.

"Hey bro, whattup?" Justin asks, and they do this bro hug. Justin was right, he does look like Nate from Gossip Girl.

"This is my girlfriend, Madison, and these are my bestfriends, Chaz and Ryan," Justin says, and Derek shakes our hands.

"You look pretty bad ass to be a duke," Chaz points out. He does. He is wearing a leather jacket, and he has skinny jeans and supras as sneakers.

"It's a fucked up situation," he says with a shrug, and he picks up the bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Don't treat me as royalty, I'm the exact opposite of that shit," he says, and chugs it.

All of the boys laugh, but I look into it. He seems sad. He seems depressed.

That's what media does to you.

Justin's POV:

I have a few more drinks? What's the problem? I just want to escape everything, and drinking helps me with that. I feel great, really great.

"I'm going to bed, I'm so tired," Madison says, rubbing her head.

"Alright baby," I say with a shrug, and she goes upstairs.

Chaz, Ryan, Derek and I are wasted.

"I just got a new lambo, who wants to go for a spin?!" I ask, and they all get really excited.

"LETS GOO," I yell, and we raise to the car. Ryan sits in the front, Derek on the center console, and Chaz sits on my lap as I drive.

"This is fucking sick," he says as I speed down my area.

Fans chase us.

"STOP SPYING ON US," Ryan yells out the window.

"Are those beliebers?" I ask, and Derek nods.

"I LOVE YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH," I scream, and Chaz sticks his head out the window.

"WHO ELSE IS WASTED?!" He screams, and everyone screams. Obviously they aren't, but they are screaming because we're talking.

"It's the cops! Fuck, turn onto the highway," Derek yells, and  make a sharp turn.

"FUCK THE POLICE," Ryan yells out the window, and they gain on us.

I pull over.

We all pile out of the car, and paparazzi and cops surround us.

"I wasn't doing anything," I say in a dunken voice, and Chaz trips and falls onto the pavement.

Ryan cracks up, and helps him up, and Derek stands with me.

"Your speeding, sir. License," the cop demands.

"Don't have it with me," I say with a shrug, and they check my pockets and pull out my wallet.

"Here it is," one says, pulling it out.

"Oh, found it!" I say, and they handcuff me.

"What's happening?" I ask, getting panicky. What did I do?

~

They take me to the station, and I get a phone call.

"Hello?" Madison asks through the phone.

"Mads, I'm in deep shit," I say, and the cop glares at me.

"Where are you, Justin? YOUR DRUNK AS FUCK," she yells. I can here her footsteps.

"The station. Look, it's not that bad," I say, but I know it is, and I can't help but cry.

"Madison... I just- I need you to pick me up, please," I beg, sobbing into the phone.

"I'm coming," she says and the line goes dead. I sigh and lean against the wall. Why do I have to be so stupid? What about the fans? 

Shit. The fans.

All of a sudden, I hear it.

"JUSTIN! JUSTIN! WE LOVE JUSTIN!" It's coming from outside.

"That's them! That's my beliebers! Please, let me see them," I beg the guard, but he just stares at me. Of course I'm not allowed to go until Madison comes.

Madison's POV:

Ryan, Chaz and Derek stand outside. It's been a few hours, and the alcohol is wearing off.

"Your so fucking stupid!" I yell, and I run inside. The beliebers are all lined up, but the security barcade them, so they can't touch us.

"Justin Bieber," I say, running up to the desk, and they lead me to his jail cell.

He's sitting on the floor, crying.

"Justin," I say, and he runs to me.

"Mads, I'm so sorry, I could've killed someone out there, I- I'm a fucking asshole."

"Come on, babe, lets go," I say, and I drag him outside. The beliebers are there, and his face breaks into a smile. I know he's only smiling for them.

"Justin, they're family, you don't need to fake that smile," I say.

"If I am broken, they are broken, they can't be broken."

Someone heard the conversation, and then I hear them break out into a sob. Everyone look around confused, and then Justin breaks out into sobs again, and I hug him, and drag him into the car.