Texting Justin Bieber

Tour

"No. No. No. No. This can not be happening," I screamed scrolling through the news on ny phone. He ended his tour and didn't consult me. "Because he'd known you'd talk him out of it," my brain snapped at me.

My head snapped up to my apartment door opening. The only person with a set of keys are....

"Justin," I yelled furiously.

"Yes babe," he hesitantly asked cracking my bedroom door open.

"Babe," I quietly questioned looking at his tired face. I haven't seen him since I decided to ditch tour for a little while after my birthday a few weeks ago. "Are you okay Jay," I asked sitting him down on the couch and going to get water for him, but he stopped me and pulled me down next to him.

"I'm tired Meredith. I couldn't do it anymore. I let them pressure me into stadium tours, though I knew it was getting to be to much."

"Why didn't I see that? Why didn't I stop you? It was getting to much for both of us, but I just left you. I'm so sorry Justin."

"It's not your fault. It's nobodys fault but my own."

"No Jay. Come get some rest, we will stay low until your ready."

"I love you Mere."

"I love you too Jay."

******

Four or five weeks later I get a phone call from Scooter.

"Its Scooter," I tell Justin biting into my bacon.

"Tell him I'm fine," Jay carelessly says sipping down his coffee.

Justin has been staying with me ever since he has gotten back from tour and he hasn't told anyone where he is or even if he's okay.

"Hello Scoot," I cheerfully greet him.

"Where's Justin?"

"He's fine."

"Meredith thats is not what I asked you."

I stood up from the kitchen counter and walked to my room closing the door.

"He's with me."

"I figured," he mumbled,

"Is the news still on him?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for keeping him alive, his career wise Meredith."

I have been posting pictures of me with only parts of Justin so people are still liking him, because Justin has completely shown no signs of his existence.

"Anything for you and Justin Scoot."

"How is he really doing Mere?"

"Not so well."

"How could I have not seen how much pressure I was puyting on him?"

"We all make mistakes Scott."

"Not as big as mine Meredith."

"I have to go for now Scooter. Bye."

"Bye Meredith. Tell Justin I love him, I miss him, and I'm sorry."

I ended the call heading back to the kitchen.

"What did he say? That I need to man up and fix my career."

"No. He he's sorry, he loves you and he misses you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You're the best Mere."

"I know," I said shrugging my shoulders as he kissed my forehead.