Chapter 11 ~Don't Blame Me I'm Tipsy~

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Song For Chapter:

Ariana Grande- Better Left Unsaid

Justin's P.O.V

"Great rehearsal guys," I say putting my gold gloves on.

I walk to Y/n dressing room and lightly knock on the door.

"Y/n?" I say.

No response.

I continue to knock and there was still no response.

I turn the door knob lightly and it opens right away. It wasn't locked. Where's Y/n? All the lights are turned off.

"Scrappy, Allison where's Y/n?" I say a bit worried.

I hope she didn't change her mind about opening up for me.

"She's not in her dressing room?" Allison asks.

"No."

Just as I'm about to find Mat, I see him walking backstage.

"Where's Y/n," I say a bit hastily and aggressive. I don't like this jigaboo.

"How should I know? She's always with you," he replies.

"What? No she's not, you guys are always together."

"Well I don't know where she is."

"Then where did she go," I say panicking a bit more.

"I don't know she ran off somewhere," Mat says.

"Why?"

"Why are you always asking me all these damn questions?" He says aggressively.

"Well your her friend so I was just guessing. Why are getting all rude with me?" I question.

He's really trying me.

He stays silent.

"Where did she go," I say before he can interrupt me.

"That way," he says pointing to the parking lot.

"Now was that so hard pretty boy? Can you call her?" I ask harshly but manage to keep my voice down.

"Fine."

While he calls her I suddenly hear a phone ringing in the dressing room.

"Great," I say and run in the parking lot to look for her.

I was about to ask him which way did she go but if he raises his voice at me again I'll punch his jaw for getting smart with me.

"Y/N!" I scream running around the parking lot.

"Y/N!" I repeat this time louder.

Where could she be? This concert starts in less than 20 minutes and I need her.

Your P.O.V

"Y/n come on where are you? This concert is gonna start soon," I hear Justin say.

Oh great he found me. I want to stay silent but this concert starts soon and I don't want to be the one to make them delay the concert and they're the ones who invited me.

Before I could debate on what to do, he spots me on the bench.

"Hey I was looking for you," he says.

"Here I am," I say plastering a fake smile.

"Well come on, the con- what's wrong?" He says stopping in mid sentence.

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