You've been home all day long by yourself. You understand the texts pretty clearly.
* Sorry gonna be late at the studio. Working on something big for the beliebers and you. I need it to be perfect. *
Maybe I wouldn't hurt so much but its your birthday and he's at the studio recording. It wouldn't be such a big deal but...ITS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!! I'm turning 20 and another year older but still! "Fuck the studio, Fuck your stupid song, Fuck you Justin Bieber!!" you scream. Boy does it feel amazing to scream. You feel something wet on your cheek and touch it. Your crying...who knew. Your so pissed off at him you started crying. "I hate crying!" you yell. You go upstairs and jump on the bed like your 2 years old, and cry into your pillow like your parents sent you to your room for being bad. It's only 4pm and your birthday is RUINED!! You cried for hours. "Fuck this!!" you go to your mirror. Wipe your face off with make up remover and go in your closet for your birthday outfit you were suppose to wear for Justin. Its a tight fit dress that showed your curves and of course was purple but a dark purple. You got your black stilettoes and walked back to your mirror. You did your hair in banana curls and did your make up. You looked really good and sprayed The Key on you and grabbed the keys the Fisker. You look at the clock and it says 10pm. 'Damn I cried that long?!? Oh well!!' You go to the club you and Justin were suppose to go to. You get the drinks you were gonna drink with him. You dance on the dance like you were SUPPOSE to with him. "FUCK IT IM GETTING CRUNK!!!" you yell. You order a bottle of Tequila and Vodka. You get some diet Pepsi and mix up in your drink. You dance with some randoms, keep drinking, and drunk dial Justin.
"Hey Lupe where are you?" "I'm...I'm a ahaha out!!"
"You've been drinking??"
"What's it to you??"
"I'm coming to get you." He hangs up. "No!" you yell at your phone.
Justin finds you and picks you up. "Put Me Down...I can walk!" He sets you in the car and gets in. He drives to your home and carries you inside the house. You giggle and he sets you down on your guys bed. "Mmm soft." He starts taking off your heels and you say "Oh Justin... I need you now!" He takes off your dress and you say "Yes now fuck me!" "Not now princess" he says and you get mad. "Why not?" "Because your drunk." "So what don't you want mme?" "I love you Lupe. Of course I do" he says. You get mad but then everything goes black.
You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache but Justin with you. So its a win win in your eyes.
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