BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Forty One: Planes

*Justin's POV*

I got to the airport and somehow there were already paparazzi swarming around which meant that some other famous person was around. I pulled on the hood from my jacket and threw on some sunglasses knowing that it was already starting to get dark, but they were for my own safety.

I didn't know which airline to go to even check her whereabouts so I just walked myself into the security line.

"Passport and ticket?"

I handed over my passport.

"You know you don't have to go through security for a private jet Mr. Bieber. You can simply go out back."

"I'll remember that tip for next time." How idiotic for him to even think that I didn't know that. It was almost to easy to get past.

I didn't even know where to start looking. There were a billion terminals, and hundred of ways to get to them.

I called her phone hoping maybe she'd actually pick up, and to my surprise she did.

"Hello?" She sounded like she had just woken up from a nap.

"Um hey."

"If I'd known it was you I would've just let it go to voicemail."

"Are you at the airport?"

"Yeah."

"What terminal?"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I don't want to see you."

"You can't avoid me forever just tell me where you are."

"I can sure as hell try."

"Scarlett please don't be difficult."

"Delta 55."

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"You know you could just go home. I already told you I'm fine."

"Just stay where you are."

I navigated my way around through the signs and soon I was walking towards her not even knowing what to do.

The seat next to her was taken and the terminal area was starting to get crowded.

"Can we walk for a few minutes?"

"If I get up now my seat will be taken."

"Please? I don't want to talk in front of a crowd."

She got up hesitantly.

For a few seconds I didn't say anything. I didn't know how to start. I shoved my hands in my pockets walking beside her.

"Why did you come here? It's evident that you don't have anything to say."

"To make sure you're alright."

"Oh that's rich." Her voice was cold as ice

"Where's your suitcase?"

"Gone."

"What do you mean?"

"After you threw me out I got a gun set at my head and all my stuff stolen. The only thing I have left is my phone because that was in my pocket."

"I..." I honestly didn't know what to say to her. She lifted her bangs to reveal the bruise the gun being pushed on her forehead left her.

I lifted my hand to touch it but, she moved away.

"I'm sorry."

"Okay."

"Is that your way of forgiving me?"

"You actually think I'll forgive you?"

"I'm not saying I want you back as my girlfriend. I'm just saying I'm sorry for throwing you out that way."

"Yeah well that doesn't really matter."

"Of course it matters. I don't want you to think I'm a bad guy."

"I don't know what to think anymore."

"You're just as guilty as I am."

"Excuse me?"

"We already had this fight."

"I just don't understand you. You throw me out, and then you come here trying to find me to make sure I'm okay?"

"You know I'm not the type of a guy to throw a girl out. I have too much respect for that."

"Yeah where'd that respect go today?"

"I didn't actually want you to go."

"You're a liar. I was begging you not to do that to me and you closed the door yourself. I never thought you were that guy either until you showed me that you were." There were tears in her eyes now and she'd stopped walking.

"I made a mistake."

"That's your excuse?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Nothing. You've said enough."

She started to walk away but I grabbed her wrist.

She looked at me now her eyes were already red and I finally come to terms with how much I had hurt.

"Just let go of me please."

"Just let me take you back in my jet."

"I have a plane ticket."

"You know those things are horribly uncomfortable."

"I'll survive."

"Just let me make it up to you."

"Taking me on fancy private jets won't make me fall back into your arms."

"How did you even get a plane ticket? I thought you said you were robbed."

"I called my mom."

"You told her?"

"Who else was I going to turn to?"

"All you had to do was call me."

"You made it clear you didn't want anything to do with me."

"You could've called someone besides your mother."

"Why is that? Because she was right about you all along? Because you don't want her to know that you are even lower what she thought of you?"

"Just stop."

"Gladly."

"You know I wasn't even going to check on you. I didn't care at all. I only came down here because Scooter made me make sure you are okay."

"But you're not that guy right?"

"You just make me so mad. You bring out the worst in me."

"Let go of my wrist Justin." I looked down I hadn't even noticed that I was still hanging on to her.

I let her slip away, and that was the end of that.

*Scarlett's POV*

I walked back to my terminal still crying. I just couldn't contain it; it was as if the tears had a mind of their own. All the pain I had been feeling all came out in one giant spill. Now here I was sobbing in an airport with swarms of people staring.

The worst part of it all was that my flight was boarding, so I had to run and I had absolutely no time to fix myself before getting on.

"Are you alright?" The woman scanning my ticket asked

"Oh yeah I'm fine." I wiped my eyes rushing to get to my seat to be away from further questions from anyone.

There was only one thing consuming my mind throughout the entire flight. One thing that was burning it's way into the back of mind. One goring detail.

He didn't fight for me.