I'm Glad You're With Me (JB INSTAGRAM STORY)

One Hundred Seventy One.

"Selena, I can't do this," I say through the phone as I'm placing Jenna into her car seat, fastening every bit of safety tight around her and the seat.

Gigi giving me Jenna instead of Lila giving me Jenna really pissed me off, and that's what Lila wanted. She would dig deep until I let her know that she was right. But I wasn't backing down and I knew she wasn't either.

"You know the consequences, Justin, you do this, or your reputation falls flat to the ground. Is that what you want? Again, might I add," Selena's voice through the phone, snapped me out of my thoughts. Suddenly I wasn't angry at Lila, I was angry at Selena.

"I don't know the consequences actually, enlighten me, let me hear them," I say, as I shut the door to the backseat and open my door, getting into the car, waiting for her to tell me so that I could drive.

I heard Selena chuckle, making me cringe. I rolled my eyes and awaited her response.

"I release the video," she says, I could feel the smirk on her face through my end of the line.

My jaw clenched and my eyes became a squint.

"What video?"

"The one of you at that one club. Remember? Do you remember that video that was taken of you doing hardcore-"

"Stop," I interrupted her through my gritted teeth.

"Drugs," she finished her sentence with a satisfied laugh as she knew she got to me. She knew exactly how to get to me.

I took a deep breath and let it out.

"How long? For how long are we doing this bullshit?" My voice was stone cold. At this moment, I was also mad at Scooter for coming to terms with her manager with this as well.

"Let the charts answer your question," and with that, she hung up the phone. I groaned and threw my head back, in which it hit the back of the seat. I threw my phone lazily onto the passenger seat and smacked the wheel.

Stupid Selena. Stupid Selena. Stupid Selena.

My anger subsided when I heard Jenna laugh softly. I looked at the baby mirror over top of my head and saw her smiling a little, making me smile a little.

"What are you laughing at, Princess?" I say, turning my head so that I'm actually facing her. All she did was point at me and smile. I grabbed a hold of her tiny hand and caressed it for a little, calming me down a bit.

"Daddy's a little mad, but you make me feel better," I say, as I pecked the top of her hand, making her giggle.

I heard the front door of Gigi's house shut, causing me to turn back and look. Out came Lila in a pair of sweats and a tank top. Her hair up in a messy bun, and her glasses, in a pair of what looked like Zayn's slippers and her arms crossed over her chest. It was a little cold outside.

I rolled down the window and raised my eyebrows at her.

"Lila, it's cold outside. Get back inside before you get sick," I say, my tone soft and relaxed. I didn't want to fight right now, I was exhausted and I didn't need any more stress.

"I saw you haven't pulled out yet, what's wrong?" she asked, resting her arms onto where the window was, and her chin resting on top of her arms.

I sighed and shook my head, looking up, trying not to get angry.

"It's nothing. Lila, really, I don't want you to get sick, pl-"

"Something is wrong. Just because we're fighting right now, doesn't mean I don't care. You're still the love of my life, Justin," she reassured me. I looked at her and met those gorgeous green eyes of her that always make me fall more in love with her. I look down at her hands and looked back at her eyes.

"Selena called me," I admitted. Her eyebrows knitting together, causing them to furrow. I could almost sense that her whole body tensed at that.

"W-why? Why did she call you?" she asked, her voice letting me know that she was dying for me to get to the point.

"There's this PR deal... I guess her manager already talked to Scooter about it. I-I'm the last to know about it. W-we have to be seen together I guess, I mean. She has to be coming out with something new," I chuckled, shaking my head as I thought about all the times she's ever used me.

All I could see was the amount of times we've had to do this for her songs to even make a good spot on the charts, after all. She doesn't even write her songs. If she did, imagine where they'd even be on the charts.

Oh, that's right. No where on the charts.

Lila looked down at her arms and nodded her head a little bit.

"Oh," was all she could say, and I knew that it made her upset.

"Babe, come home," I say, as I place my hand on hers. She quickly looked up at me and squinted her eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be mad?" she asks, and I shook my head.

"You're still the love of my life, Lila,"