Lost Without You (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 8-Dehydration

I clung to Justin all night. I had been so scared, but somehow it was like he was there to protect me. Like nothing could hurt me as long as I was with him. And he was there for me. He saved me twice. He saved me from those girls. He saved me from Bryce...I mean, my nightmare.

Ugh, I still hadn't known what I was gonna do. What I wanted to happen between Justin and me. I mean, I'd always wanted a relationship with him, but could it happen? Was I ready for it? Was Justin ready for it? Was he mature enough? Would his player days be over? Would he hurt me all over again?

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When I woke up, my body felt extremely weak. I knew I was dangerously ill. My chest felt tight. It was hard to breathe.

I turned to look at Justin.

"Morning," he greeted me softly as his eyes met mine and lightly kissed my temple. I could tell it took a lot of effort for him just to kiss me. It took longer than it should've for his lips to reach mine. His body was shaking. He seemed as though he was cold, yet hot at the same time. That was how I felt. I could feel my body shaking, but I also was sweating. He had bags under his eyes. I probably did, too. He slowly stood up, his legs wobbling violently, to turn the light back on.

"Morning," I quietly replied in a sleepy voice. My throat was even drier today and I was extremely thirsty. My head was killing me. I hadn't gone to the bathroom in a really long time. I felt awful.

Justin got up to get the water bottle. It was about three-quarters empty. He took a sip, then I took a sip. We only had a cap full of the sweet water left. My thirst wasn't the slightest bit quenched, but hey, it was better than nothing.

"S-sleep well?" He coughed and cleared his throat. He sat down next to me and leaned up against the wall behind us.

I sat up beside him, fighting the weakness that had taken over my bones, and carefully rested my back against the cold wall. Justin put his arm around me, and I blushed. I snapped myself out of it and answered his question. "Uhm, yeah. After I had that little, uh, episode, I-I slept like a baby."

That was when I noticed how awful my voice sounded.

"Oh." I could hear the smirk in his voice. He knew — I couldn't sleep until he was right there with me. I rolled my eyes.

Man, I feel terrible today.

"What was it about anyway?" Justin asked.

"Huh?"

"You were having a nightmare, weren't you?"

"Y-yeah-" duh- "why?"

"What was it about?"

I swallowed hard. "Uhm... Just... S-Stuff, you know..." I shifted the position I was sitting in, and so did Justin.

"Stuff?"

"Yes, and I'd rather not talk about it."

"Okay. If you say so."

"Thank you."

I looked down at my hand. My skin was so dry.

"Hey, c-can I ask you a serious question?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Why did you move out of Battington Park?"

Battington Park was my old neighborhood. I think I mentioned earlier that Justin and I used to live in the same neighborhood, but once my family faced financial difficulties, we had to sell our house and move to the poorest area in town. At that point, Justin and I weren't friends anymore. He never knew what happened to my family. He probably hadn't even known about my parents' divorce at that point. He had walked out when I was beginning to need him most.