Happily Ever After.. No (SQ to Not A Regular Girl)

Chapter 6

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Angie's P.O.V

I hear him sniffle and he pulls away, I notice his eyes red and puffy, which means he was crying, and my eyes widen. He wipes his nose and leaves the room making me frown and go after him.

"Justin, stop!" I call for him; he gets inside a room and slams the door.

I open the door, surprised he didn't lock it. If I was mad I would have locked the door so no one will disturb me and will leave me alone 'cause I want to be alone, but I guess he doesn't want to be alone.

I look around the room, observing it. It's a normal room, just like the other one I stayed at. Everything is sort of the same, besides what it has inside, like the bed, the closet, but if you don't look at that well it's the same.

I walk to the porch and I see him sitting on one of the chairs. His head buried in his hands which makes him look so vulnerable, different from what I saw him at first. I don't know if it's either a good or a bad thing.

"Justin," I walk up to him and take a sit on the floor in front of him, "Look at me." I say but he doesn't look at me. I sigh and take his hands away from his face. I wanted to let go, but he didn't let me, he is the one holding my hands.

"I want to be alone." He mutters and I silently chuckle.

"If you wanted to be alone you wouldn't have left the door opened and you wouldn't been holding my hands like you are holding them now." I say trying to look at him. He looks up at me and bites his lip.

"What are you doing here?" He asks and I shrug.

"I don't know, Scooter wanted me to come, he said it will help me get my memory." I say and the looks in his eyes seem to show disappointment. He probably was hoping I will say that I came back for him and that maybe my memory came back, I wish but no.

And when I say I wish, I mean by, I wish my memory will come back.

Maybe the other thing too..

"You know, I'm sorry for what happened I shouldn't have treated you that way." He says and I nod.

"Its fine," I say and smile at him, "I hope you let me come back here, it will be awkward if you kick me out." I say and he chuckles.

"Don't worry, I won't kick you out." He says.

"Are you okay?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"I'm tired." He answers.

"Tired of what?" I ask him and he pulls my hands helping me to get up. I get up and he tells me to sit next to him. I sit next to him on the chair, facing him and he lets out a long breath.

"I'm tired of everything." He tells me and I nod.

"Care to be more specific." I say and he half smiles at me.

"Life." He simply answers and I chuckle.

"You mean, you are tired of your family, friends, fans, music, Scooter, me..." He cuts me off by shaking his head.

"No, I'm not tired of any of that. I'm actually glad and feel blessed I have all of that." He says making me smile, maybe this is the Justin I fell in love with. I think it is, I'm starting to have this warm feeling in me, and I perfectly know what it is,