I'm Gonna Love You Through It

Part 3

I’m gonna love you through it

Part 3 

*Justin’s POV*

I pulled into the parking lot of the studio just after Scooter did. He had a smile on his face so that was good. At least I wouldn’t be in trouble like every other time he called me into the studio at 4 in the morning.

I had gotten home late last night. One thing Scooter hated. I always wanted to party and he rather me be a good little boy who sits at home writing love songs, but that wasn’t me. I liked to go out there. Have fun. Live life. 3 things Scooter hated.

I thought maybe he had found out that I went out last night, but by the smile that grew wider as I got out of my Range Rover I knew he had no idea.

Without saying a word we walked into the door of the studio and took a seat in the office area. “Justin, Justin, Justin,” he started off still smiling.

“It’s not what you think happened okay? No one will find out,” I tried to explain thinking he knew more than I gave him credit for.

He looked at me confused and I knew I was talking about the wrong thing.

“Whatever you did, fix it. I don’t want to know. Now back to business, that girl? Remember her from the hospital? “

I slowly nodded to him. “What about her..?”

He picked up a paper that was on the table and turned it so I could see it.

My jaw dropped. “It’s working. It’s really working,” I whispered.

“You know what this means don’t you Justin? They love that you are helping the needy, now you have to get to know this girl more, think about where we can be in a year if you keep this up. Instead of millions of albums sold we could have billions. This could be so great!” He kept going on and on. I was completely drowning him out. 

I had to figure out my next move. Should I take the girl out for dinner? Take her on a date? Date her? Something to get the press fired up for sure. I had to figure out everything before Wednesday.

*Selena’s POV*

Wednesday rolled around quicker than normal. I could hardly believe that tomorrow would be the day I saw Justin again.

 It seemed like nothing was normal to me anymore. After talking with Justin Bieber last week there had been these weird people following me around asking strange questions.

“Are you and Justin together?”

“When are you going to see him again?”

“Are you two in love?”

I didn’t know what to do when they asked me all these questions. I got confused and scared so I would run into the nearest building for safety. They were crazy. I had no one to turn to and no one to talk to.

‘Poor Justin’ I thought to myself. I bet he had to go through this a million times a day. With crowds much bigger than the one outside.

I turned around to see this was just the place I needed. I could pick up a few thinks hopefully the people would drift away waiting for me.

I looked around at the hospital gowns in the room. I hated wearing the ones from the hospital. They made me feel unclean. Like I could feel the person before who had worn it. I also didn’t like the luck that came with the gowns. Most the people in my section didn’t make it out. Even thinking of it scared the heck out of me.

After I was done shopping I walked to the door opening it to see just the normal people on the street minding their own business.

Hopefully that will last.