YOUR POV
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It was 7:30 at night and I was in bed crying my eyes out. My boyfriend is Justin Bieber. Yes, the international superstar. We've been in a relationship for a few months and I love him more than anything. Today was his last day in Los Angeles before he would return to the Believe Tour.
My dad despised Justin, but my mom loved him. My dad always told me that if he saw me anywhere with Justin, it wouldn't be good for me. He'd probably lock me up in my room and never let me come out. I honestly don't know why my dad hates Justin so much, but he's gonna have to deal with it because I'm never letting him go.
I layed flat on my back and stared up at my ceiling as the tears ran down my face and darkness enveloped the room. Why were things so hard for me? Why couldn't my dad accept who I truly loved? I wiped my eyes and got up from my bed to grab a tissue from the bathroom.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I heard the sound of rocks being thrown at my window. I furrowed my eyebrows and made my way over to the window. I carefully opened it and saw Justin standing outside.
"Justin!" I whispered. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready to leave?"
He shook his head and started climbing a ladder that was placed near my window. "I'm here to see you, baby."
"Be careful. I don't want you to fall." I warned him.
He safely made his way to the top and I reached my hand out of the window for him to grab. He tightly clung onto my hand and made his way inside of my room.
Right when he put both feet in my room, I tackled him in a tight hug. I burst into tears and Justin wrapped his big hands around my waist. He comforted me.
"Shh, baby. Don't cry. I'm here for you." He rubbed my back and pulled away from the hug. He instantly put his lips to mine and left a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips.
I wiped my eyes once again and took a seat on my bed.
"Come lay with me, Justin." I told him quietly.
He nodded his head and took a seat beside me. I placed my back down and he layed down right beside me. We were facing each other and Justin brought his hand up to my face. He caressed my cheek with his thumb and kissed the tip of my nose.
"I love you, Y/N." He said as he stared into my eyes.
"I love you too, Justin. So much." I clung onto him and shoved my face in the crook of his neck. Instantly, tears began to fall again and I could feel the neck of Justin's shirt beginning to get wet.
I let out a croaky laugh and said, "Sorry. I'm getting your shirt wet." I sniffed and wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket.
He chuckled at me and said, "It's not a problem." He pulled me closer and kissed my cheek.
I closed my eyes and layed my head on his chest.
"Y/N," I heard him whisper.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"I want to make love to you. I want to show you how much you mean to me. Please. We have to do this before I leave."
I nodded my head and watched as Justin's lips curved into a crooked smile and he placed a kiss on my forehead.
He began pulling my jacket off and threw it on the floor. He lifted my shirt up and left kisses on my stomach. Slowly, he pulled my shirt off and threw that on the floor, too.
