fakin it

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i woke up, still snuggling into justin's chest, it was around 2 in the morning. i just can't sleep. i try my best not to move, since justin doesn't get much sleep and i want to be in his arms as much time as possible. i look up at him and he looks so peaceful, so beautiful. his hair is messy but still makes him look nice. i look back at the ceiling and think why my life has suddenly become so hard. why is everything so hard on me? why am i getting hurt so easily?

i ask god almost every night to just take the pain away and make me happy for once in my damn life but i can't. even he can't fix the mess im in. i just wanna be happy. i wanna get married to the love of my life and make him so happy, he won't even think or fantasize about another women. i want to give story siblings and go into labor. but this time i'll held the hand of someone who truly loves me. not a nurse who tells me to push. i wanna be happy. i wanna wake up everyday and thank god for the happy ending he gave me. i want to tell my kids of how hard my life was but i never gave up. i want to travel the world next to my husband and kids. i want the dream life. i want to be loved.

i sighed, getting hurt by my own words. i bit my lip and hug justin's waist stronger. i felt him tighten his grip, pulling me closer to his naked chest. i closed my eyes and wished that at least tomorrow will be a good day for me. i sniffled and fell back asleep.

now im awake, again. and it's 6;43 in the morning. justin was getting dressed as i was taking a bath. turns out, they work out really damn early. my sleeping schedule is fucked up ok. i got out of the shower and started getting dressed. justin gave me some camo pants and a grey tank top, i looked like a soldier. a weak ass soldier. i walk out of the bathroom, placing my hair on a high pony tail. i am so excited for today. it's unbelievable. i wanna do everything they do, and justin approved after hours of begging.

"i don't want you to get hurt, baby. if you feel pain in any way or if anyone hurts you, you come to me, yes?" he said, kissing my head while looking for his shirt. i nodded and handed him the shirt. it was camo, it said 'sergeant justin bieber ' i helped him bottun the shirt up, then looked up at him.

"this is going to be a good day." i said smiling, as he chuckled. "you know, im actually really athletic. i might impress you, who knows?" i said, winking and walking back to the bed to out on my shoes.

"you never fail to impress me. remember we have that fancy dinner tonight. we go at nine." he said, looking over at me. i nodded and smiled. i was also super excited for that dinner.

after i could answer, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. we started walking towards what it looked like a wall. it kinda scared me. we walked past two more groups. one of the groups was hanna's. she looked at me and smiled. i smiled back and followed justin towards the wall. we finally got to the group. i smiled at all of them, trying to be sympathetic. i stood next to justin as he spoke.

"okay guys, first we run for twenty minutes like always. then we're going to do something you guys will hate." he said with no emotion to his face. you could swear he was a bad person because of how he was talking and acting but no. he's great. "we're going to be doing something we call the counterattack. first, I'll assign you a partner and you'll have them on your shoulders, you'll have to run towards those cones and drop them off carefully. then, you're going to have to pass through that mud, on your elbows. then climb that wall, with no help. and finally, jump over those high rocks." he said, leaving me shocked. fuck bro. "who ever wins, gets to sleep 30 minutes more tomorrow."

he just said I'll have to carry someone else on my shoulders, then pass through the mud in my elbows then climb the wall, super tall wall with no help and then jump over some rocks. this will be harder than i thought, brother. i looked at justin's squad and everyone had their mouths opened. i giggled a bit.

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