Mr. Bieber & I

Chapter 8

UNEDITED
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Justin's POV

"Why? Did you cheat on me?"

"I....uh..... no. No I didn't." What the fuck? I took like 2 years to answer. She's going to think I'm lying.

"Are you positive?" She asks "You seem unsure."

"Positive." I say.

"Well, when you're ready to tell me the truth let me know. In the mean time, you can just leave."

"Hannah, you can't be serious." I gasp

"Well, I am. So leave."

"Hannah..." I'm trying so hard not to cry right now.

"You can have this too." I look to her hand and see the ring.

"Hannah! Don't you think your overreacting! You're blowing this out of per portion!" I yelled. She cant be serious right now!

"I don't want to marry a liar! I don't want to go into our marriage with secrets!" She yells back.

Hannah's POV

Why did I just say that! I've been keeping the secret that I'm pregnant with his child for a while now!

"Fine. Goodbye Hannah." He cries and walks away. I'm so stupid. I don't know what I just did.

"Hannah? Are you alright? I hear yelling." My mom asks.

"Yeah." I sniff "I'm alright. I think I'm just going to bed now."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" She suggests.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just tired is all. Ill see you tomorrow mom." I say as I shut the door.

As soon as I laid my head my head the pillow I immediately started second guessing myself.

Did I do the right thing?

Of course you did! He's a lying cheering son of a bitch. He deserved every ounce of that.

Yeah, I understand that. But don't you think calling off the engagement is a little harsh?

No! He deserved that! He was lying to you. Do you really think he was really recording an album?

Well... yeah.

He was out partying and getting drunk. And you know that.

I don't know...

-THE NEXT DAY-

All of a sudden I had this feeling like someone just started stabbing my stomach. I quickly got up and darted to the bathroom. As soon as I got there I emptied all the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Yep, this is going to be so much fun. I said to myself.

When I was done washing up I went downstairs to see my mom and my dad rating breakfast.

"Hello." I say cheerfully

"Hello honey. How are you feeling?" My mom asked

"Good, for now." I chuckle.

"Would you like some pancakes dear?" My step-dad asks. Basically, when I was 5 my mom divorced my real dad for some unknown reason. I couldn't move with my dad because my won custody over me. We were really close when he moved to Alabama so it was really hard for me. Especially at 5. And so my step-dad basically raised me.

"Um.... yes please!"

"Butter and syrup, right?"

"You still remember!"

"How could I forget? You're my only baby!"

"Yeah I know." I laugh nervously at the word baby. "Mom, can I talk to you for a second? It's personal."

"Sure honey." She leads me to her room.

"Did you tell dad?" I ask hopeful

"Nope. I'm leaving that to you. Did you tell Justin?"

"No....." I sigh. " I have no reason to tell him anymore." I mumble.

"Why? Did you guys get into a fight yesterday? I knew it. I knew I heard yelling." She says frustrated.

"Yeah. But it's okay. I'm perfectly fine on my own. I'm just going to move with Dad in Alabama. So I don't have to worry about Justin."

"Okay..." My mom sighs. "I guess that's okay with me." She says as she leaves the room.

Why does my life have to be so difficult. I blame Justin fucking Bieber. If I wasn't so obsessed with him I wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn't have gone to his concert. I wouldn't have begged my mom and step-dad for meet and greets. I wouldn't be pregnant. Damn you Justin!

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