A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 39: One Call

Dedication to @vixlala for her great comments! :)

Alright, so my exams have started and they might end up by the end of March. So, updates will get reallyyyyyyyy slow. Please don't hate me :'(

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(Justin's P.O.V)

The alarm blared on the side-table, making me jolt up as I quickly grabbed it and threw it to the wall, making it smash into pieces.

Okay, that wasn't on purpose.

I hit my head back on the pillow, groaning at the incident. I reached to the other side for a pillow to place it on my face. But my hand touched something that was definitely not a pillow. I felt smooth strands of hair under my touch, followed by smooth skin.

What the-

I turned and saw a girl laying next to me. I sat straight up, noticed I wasn't wearing any clothes. Quickly, I removed the strands from the girl's face, finally recognizing her. It was Stephanie. But what was she-? Oh, I remembered. I remembered exactly what happened last night.

I took drunk Stephanie to my house, undressed her and myself, did something I never thought I'd do ever since I met Femke. Something that I thought would help me get my mind off Femke for a while. But this time, it was different. I had never felt this guilty for having sex with anyone before. In fact, I've never felt guilty at all! But now, something gave me this sense that I didn't do right. That I had intentionally hurt Femke for no reason. Though I had a big reason for what I did. But the guilt- I just didn't know what was it for.

I looked around the room and found my clothes scattered on the floor. Quickly getting up, I wore them as fast as I could. I had this excitement every time I recalled whatever happened last night, but at the same time, I had this killing amount of guilt. I was starting to feel uneasy.

It had been three months since that incident with Femke. A total of five months since we properly held each other or had a proper conversation. Five months was a long time. I was missing her so much. And thinking Stephanie could fill her space, I was wrong. Femke had gotten me so attached to herself. I couldn't think of a time without her back then, and now I was stuck with thinking of a whole lifetime without her. It hurt me. It hurt me a lot thinking she wasn't by my side or that our love never meant anything more than just a game, a payback for her. It hit me hard. I had never looked at a girl that way, I never had such a close bonding with any girl before, let alone fall in love. And that one girl who changed me into the guy that no one ever thought existed in me, that specific girl was the one to kick me out of her life. Break me into a million pieces. Completely wreck me. And it turns out, I'm turning back to the old Justin. The Justin that Femke always wanted to change. The Justin who I thought I would never go back to, the one by whom I was starting to get disgusted of.

What I was surprised of was the fact that Mom wasn't talking to me after I told her the whole incident back in New York. She said she didn't believe Femke could do such a thing and that I was the blind idiot here.

If only she was there to watch it all happen. How I broke down. Everything that happened was so heartbreaking for me and yet still is. It breaks me apart every time I think over it. Giving my heart a sharp stinging pain, like a knife struck in it. But then again, I knew I had to try to forget about it. I had to move on. No matter how much it wrecked me, I had no other option but to let it go.