Secretly Loving You- Justin Bieber

Chapter Thirty Two

*a week later*


Tuka's P.O.V

"Justin just stop!" I shouted, watching as he chucked another glass across the room, watching as it shattered into thousands of pieces. This was basically a daily routine right now, wake up, argue with Justin, watching him smash something, and he'll storm outside just to burst into tears. If I'm honest, its tiring everyone out, including himself. The bags under his eyes were visible, no matter how many times he tells me he's sleeping okay, I know he isn't. I hear him, late at night when everyone's asleep. I hear the way he cusses to himself, tells himself that he's stupid, pathetic. Its breaking me, it hurts to know that he thinks that about himself. He shouldn't even be saying it yet alone feeling it. "I want to get better Dammit! But these fucking tablets don't work!" He shouted, chucking them across the room, making them scatter across the floor. It was true, the pre-scripted drugs didn't work, at all. I walked over to him carefully, wrapping my hands around his shoulders. He sighed, running his hands through his hair as his breathing quickened. "I'm sorry, I know I should be taking them but.." He trailed off, refusing to look my way. I kissed his cheek softly, rubbing his arms gently. "We'll come off them then, see how you get on okay? You may be feeling emotionally drained within the next few days, but we'll distract you, make you feel loved.. You'll get better I promise." I kissed him softly, feeling him tense slightly, but he soon let loose.We stayed there for a while, just hugging, and embracing each others presence. Soon, the kitchen door opened slightly, Za's head pocked through and his eyes widened at the mess. Justin pulled away from me, grabbing the brush and pan to sweep up his mess. He chucked it in the bin, all of it, including the tablets. "I'm so proud of you.."I whispered, kissing him one last time. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, swaying softly to nothing but the beat of our hearts. 

"I wanna get better Tuka, I really do. But maybe I was just born to be broken?" He murmured against my neck, sending chills down my spine. "You were born for a purose, maybe you've not found out what it is, but you'll find out when you grow up, believe me" I whispered, pulling away from him. His eyes were dull, and tired. I ran my fingers down the side of his face, smiling up at him, he returned the smile, a real smile. I knew, from that moment that everything should be better, will get better. Maybe it'll be tomorrow, or next week, or a year from now. He will be better, he will. I just know he will. "Go get some rest baby, we can take it from here.." I mumbled, walking upstairs with him slowly. He laid down on the bed, pulling me down with him, making me chuckle. "I wish I could feel again.." He murmured, making me frown. 'I wish I could feel' "What do you mean?" I asked him, looking up at his soulful eyes. "I can't feel anything. No emotions no nothing..." He whispered, making something click in my mind. I could show him how much I love him, how much he means to me. I kissed him, passionately, slowly, taking my time with him. "Let me show you how much I love you okay? Let me help you remember.." I whispered, getting us caught up in the sheets. 

It was perfect. The way my body moved above his, his soft moans, the cries out for more. The 'I love you's' That were passed between us. His eyes flickered open, with such colour and light. His arms wrapped around my waist lovingly, his lips finding mine. "I.. I love you.." He whispered, tightening his grip as he spoke. He remembered, it was visible in his smile, the way his eyes flickered with love. Anyone would say it was because we just made love, but it wasn't. "I love you too"

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"Justin, you need to get up, the kids wanna play.." I chuckled, feeling Jazzy and Jaxon bounce upon the bed, making it shake. Justin groaned, covering his face with a pillow, mumbling something along the lines of '5 more minutes'. I shook my head slightly, pulling the pillow away slightly so I could see his face. "Come on.." I whined playfully, hearing his muffled laugh as his body sat up right. I couldn't help but laugh at the way his hair stood up in all directions. Jazzy and Jaxon seemed to had caught on to my amusement and laughed along with me. Justin huffed playfully, hopping out of bed, chucking on some sweats before throwing both kids over each shoulder, running downstairs as they squealed and laughed. It was safe to say, the Justin I knew, he was back. 



No One's P.O.V

That day, you could say was a perfect day, for everyone. They knew, that he was back. He no longer had the dullness in his eyes, the twists in his lies, the bags under his eyes, or the tremble of his lips. He was happy, happier than he thought he could be. That night, he laid awake, but for the first time, it wasn't to hate on himself, or anyone else in fact. He sat there, wondering why. Why he never thought of putting a ring on that finger, why he never thought of having the life he's always wanted. The wedding of the year, or maybe even win the best daddy award. He wondered why this only occurred to him right now, now that he was seeing things clearer, now that he was generally happy. He knew there was no perfect time to do it, no perfect time to plan this. His birthday was soon, maybe he could do it then? Or just, do it. He decided the second option, flicking through his phone, hopefully to try and find the right one. But while he was planning something that could bring them both together, to show everyone they are serious. On the other side of America, someone, or some people, were planning. Planning to take down the couple without the whole world realising it was their fault. They had to make it seem that Tuka was cheating, or maybe that she had done something. They knew what they were doing, the only thing that was important right now, was whether it would work. Tuka was smarter than them, and she could tell a good person to bad, Justin on the other hand, only knew a bad guy from good. Their plan was in place, their attack would start tomorrow. The day he was planning to change everything. No one knows the extent some people will go, just to see others fall. No one knows how painful it could be to see the one they love get taken away, or dragged away while you're on the floor, trying to get back up. 



Does anyone even know the extent someone would go to, just to make sure hat special someone knows they love them? As Tuka and Justin laid peacefully on that Sunday's morning, with the sun rolling through the curtains, they didn't know what the day was going to bring them. Just hours away, was going to be the arrival of a bomb shell, just minutes from now, will be the arrival that could change everything. Every second, every minute, it was closer to drama. Oblivious to this, they continue to stay in bed, thinking today, was just going to like any other day. But they were wrong, so wrong.