Kidnapped (A Justin Bieber story)

Chapter - 49

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~Faith's POV~

NEXT DAY

I stretched my naked body as the sun shone bright through the window. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and got dressed in simple clothing. A pair of black leggings, black uggs, and a gray black and white Victoria's Secret shirt. I used one of Justin's 'least favorite' cars -which were still thousands of dollars- and made my way to the hospital after making myself some breakfast. I parked the car in the parking garage and made my way inside, the keychain being swung around my finger.

Today was a bit warmer than the rest of the week had been, which was something to be happy about, right?

The automatic doors to the hospital slid open as I neared it, leading me into the lobby of the hospital. I automatically made my way to the elevator, then to the hospital room that I was all too familiar with. Slowly, I pushed the door open and peeked in to see a still sleeping Justin. I'd frowned as I walked toward him, his skin still pale and his hair a mess. I ran my fingers through his hair, straightening it out a bit before leaning down and pressing my lips to his. There were no words to explain the pain in my heart. A shattered heart is what I had, and only Justin could pick up the pieces.

Oh how I missed him.

Three hours later.

I sat in the chair next to the hospital bed, as usual. My arms were crossed and my head buried in them. I held Justin's hand in mine as I always did.

It was around four in the afternoon now since I had slept in a few hours. Waking up at one wasn't a normal routine of mine, but the rest was well needed.

My eyes remained closed, for there wasn't much to do at this point.

My eyes began to droop, even though I had gotten a full hours of rest plus a few more last night my body felt... Deflated.

"Princess?" I heard, with a squeeze to my hand.

My head shot up to see confused brown eyes staring back at me. My breath hitched in my chest. Happiness flooded through my body and the tears began to fall from my eyes. Is this a dream? Please don't let this be a dream.

"Justin!" I sobbed, jumping onto the bed with him.

Both of my legs were on either side of him while his hands immediately attached to my waist. I sobbed loudly before crashing my lips into his.

Justin seemed surprised, but moved with the kiss. Nope. Not a dream.

His hands planted themselves on my ass, not in a sexual way, but in a more comfortable way. I pulled away and attacked him in a hug I buried my face in his neck and continued to sob. His tattooed arms squeezed me back as I continued to cry.

"Baby, what wrong?"

I had completely forgotten that he would have no idea what was going on.

I pulled away and wiped my tears away. "You've been in a coma for the past two months Justin."

He looked worried, but that soon went away when he wrapped me in another hug. "I love you so much."

I leaned closer just so my lips hovered before his. "I love you too Justin." I replied.

Sparks flew as I connected our lips, but they soon parted when Justin pulled away from me with a look of pure shock and happiness on his face.

His eyes looked as if he were about to cry. "What?"