When In Paris

Chapter 7

CRYSTAL

The tears keep falling down my face as I let everything out till I'm full-on crying.

Before all this drama with Justin I didn't mind crying but now I have a love-hate relationship with crying. I hate crying. All I do is cry and I absolutely hate it.

I hate it so much that I try to hold in my tears and at first it worked but the thing I've learnt about holding everything in is that nothing stays in and eventually it all comes out all at once.

Just like now.

I'm having another one of my breakdowns in front of Justin's mansion and as much as I want to stop crying I can't, and I just have to let it all out.

Suddenly I hear footsteps approaching me. Knowing its Justin, I don't bother to turn around.

"Beautiful!"

I turn to look at Justin who has a worried look on his face.

"No, I'm fine." I say shaking my head when I see him walking up to me.

"No, you're not." He says softly. Then he places his hands on my cheeks and wipes the tears away with his thumb. "You've been crying, Beautiful."

I close my eyes and shake my head. "Just leave me alone Justin."

Pulling away from him I start walking away but Justin grabs hold of me and pulls me into him.

"Let go of me." I demand as I try to pull away from him.

"No, that's not going to happen, Beautiful." He says sternly. 

"And why's that?" I ask crossing my arms. 

"Because we haven't finished talking and you're not going anywhere this late at night." He says. 

I shake my head. "Don't you get it, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Talking about all these memories back then is too painful for me to handle and I've already had a rough day." I say as another tear falls down.

Justin puts his arms around me and embraces me. I try to push him away again, but I stop soon after and bury my face in his chest, collapsing to the floor I let everything out as Justin comes down with me and tightens his arms around me.

Justin pulls away after a moment and looks me in the eyes. "Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't feel anything when we kissed," he says slowly.

He looks down at my lips and runs his thumb across my lower lip. "Tell me you don't want me to kiss you again as much as I want to right now." He looks into my eyes. "Are you really going to deny it?"

I shake my head. "It doesn't matter what I think."

"Yes, it does," he says softly. "Beautiful, I love you and I know I hurt you pretty badly and I will forever regret that, but I'm truly sorry and I am determined to prove that to you. All I'm asking for is a second chance to make this all right."

I turn to look away from him.

"Beautiful, please talk to me." He begs.

I look up and meet his eyes and I hold his gaze as he speaks.

"I know I hurt you pretty bad, but I love you, baby." He says. " Let me make it up to you and show you how good I can be to you, for you." He reaches out and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

I lean in closer, keeping my eyes on him. We stay there for a moment staring each other in the eyes. Then before I can pull away Justin brushes his lips against the corner of my mouth, asking for permission. I don't say anything or move. He brushes his lips against my cheek, then my chin.