(Six Weeks Later)
Omg! (Y/n)'s voice is perfection!
You guys!!! Her voice!!! Asdfghjkl
(Y/n) should really get signed. @scooterbraun where you at?
Seeing the beliebers praising your song brought you so much joy. You can't believe Justin actually released it.
"Babe?" You hear him call you pet name.
"Hum..." You sing looking up at him as he walks into the room.
"You aren't mad are you?" He asks.
"Why would I be mad?" You ask.
"Cause..." He says like a little kid.
"Cause what?"
"I released the song and didn't ask for permission."
You giggle. "It's okay, Justin."
"Really?" He says. You nod your head.
"The fam loves it." You say referring to the beliebers.
"Yeah. They do. But not as much as I do." He smirks.
Suddenly you feel uneasy. Your stomach is tossing and turning.
"Babe... You okay?" Justin asks. You shake your head no, running to the bathroom.
You drop to your knees, throwing up all your stomach contents.
"(Y/n)!" Justin yelps running to your side.
After a few minutes you finish, flushing the toilet.
"Ugh..." You groan.
"You okay?" He asks.
You nod your head. "Could you get me some water?"
He nods going to the fridge. You try to get up from the floor, your legs a little weak. As you walk out of your bathroom, Justin meets you in the hallway.
"Here..." He coos, passing you the water. You take it, drinking a little.
"Better?" He asks.
"Better." You sigh.
"Did you eat something bad?" He asks rubbing your head.
You bite your lip. "I-I... I don't know."
"You should go to the doctor. We don't need you getting sick."
You nod, sighing a little.
A few day later, Chrissy took you to the clinic. Justin would've came, but he had something's to check on. They drew your blood, checking for any sighs of the stomach flu or pregnancy, which you knew wasn't possible.
"What do you think it is?" You ask Chrissy.
"I'm not sure. But... Whatever it is, we'll be fine." She says patting your hand.
You nod, not really saying much.
Soon the results were back, and you were called to the doctors office. He sat you down, explain what tests were taken and why. But the last bit of news he gave you caused you to burst into tears.
Back at your apartment, there was silence.
"So... When are you gonna tell him?" Chrissy asks you. You couldn't respond. All you could do was shrug your shoulders.
"(Y/n), I-"
"This wasn't suppose to happen. I thought... I thought I couldn't..."
"We all did, sweetie." She coos, consoling you.
"I can't... I can't lose him." You say shaking your head.
"You won't sis." She says.
Then your phone vibrates. A notification from twitter.
Smh... Justin why? A tweet says. Next to it was a picture link. You click it, staring at the screen. A pic of Justin and Chantel...
Leaving a hotel?
OMG! What's going on?
Well... Here comes the drama.
Oh my god. (Y/n)... Poor (y/n):(
Your heart rate quickens. You didn't want to jump to conclusions. But as you stroll down your feed you see multiple stories of that one pic. But one post that freaks you out was a instagram pic Chantel posted of her in the bed, someone laying behind her. His neck look so familiar.
"Oh my..." You gasp, covering your mouth.
"What?" Chrissy asks. She takes the phone, looking at the pic.
"Oh hell nah!" She yells.
"T-this isn't real. It has to be fake, right?" You say, trying not to cry.
"It's not fake." She says, her voice low. "There's a video too." She clicks the video. Giggling can be heard.
"I love you Justin..." Chantel says.
"Love you more..." He slurs.
Holding you close. You shake your head in denial.
You gave him everything. Your all. And this happens. No... This isn't happening.
This can't be happening...
