Mr. Bieber & I

Chapter 22

Unedited.

*same month*

Justin's POV

After I got rejected from Hannah I didn't care anymore. She's fucking scared of me. She thinks I'm gonna do that again. But I'm not. I fucking told her that 4 billion times but she never listens. I even told her I got help with everything. Like, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT WOMEN? I can only give people so much.

So I decided, why not live life like I'm 19 again. Start partying and drinking and one night stands. I mean, who cares?

I've skipped my counseling/therapy sessions and cut off all my contact with people from the label, Hannah, anyone. I mean, I'm a free man.

Right now actually I'm at a strip club with some people I met yesterday at a bar. I'm so glad I came here too. I mean who wouldn't? Half naked chicks giving you lap dances and free fucks. Who wouldn't love this!

Making my way to the bar I order a mixed drink, what's in it I can't remember because I'm half drunk right now.

"Hey babe." A girl says next to me at the bar. "Did you come here alone?" She asks.

"Yep." I say sipping my drink.

"Wanna go upstairs with me?" She says moving so she's sitting on my lap.

"Fine with me." I start kissing her neck.

A few minutes later we were in a room undressing each other.

"Mmmm." She moans taking off my boxers, sliding on a condom.

I push her back into the bed an position myself at her entrance. Pushing into her I moan. This feels good, I could get used to this. Her nails start to dig into my back and she pushes her hips up against mine to create friction.

Within a few minutes, I'm filling up the condom and all you can hear is mixed moans coming from this random chick and me. I fall back into the bed and take if the condom throwing it god knows where.

"What's your name?" She asks breathless, why would you be talking right after a session of rough sex?

"Uh. . . Justin. You?" I ask, not really caring.

"Miya." She chuckles. "That was some good sex. We should do it again sometime." She says turning into my chest and smuggling into me.

"Mmm." I say and fall asleep.

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"What the fuck." I say when the sun shines through the window. I get up to shut the curtain but notice I'm make and not in my room. "The fuck?" I take a look around the room. I notice that there is a naked girl in the bed and I mentally high five myself for getting laid.

I quickly get dressed and leave but stopping at the bar to get a quick drink before I leave. Once I get my drink I down it and ask for one more just to get my body working. After that, I leave the club and go outside to find my car. Getting in my car, I start the engine and get in the highway.

I wonder if that girl was a good fuck. I don't know why that's on my mind but it is. What should be on my mind is Hannah and the baby but she doesn't care about me so I guess that's why I'm thinking about last night. You know, I can't remember anything that happened last night. I was already half drunk when we got there.

30 minutes later I'm home and sitting on the couch. I don't have much excitement in my life anymore. And I don't know why. . . You would think getting laid every night is exciting but it's not. It's just not as fun as it was. I mean yeah, all my sexual needs are satisfied but not my physical needs. I want to feel loved and I want to have that thrill of seeing someone again. I want to be wanted in someone's life. But I want to be accepted in Hannah's life, I want to be there for the baby, I want to be there it her. This is all so complicated I'm confusing myself.

Maybe I should try and be her friend. Like, start over. You know?

It's not that easy though.

Maybe you should just forget about her.

Again, it's not that easy to forget someone that amazing.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing. I pick it up without checking the ID.

"Hello?" I ask, my voice hoarse from all the drinks.

"Hello Mr. Bieber is it?" The person asks.

"Yes. Who is this?" I ask confused.

"This is your therapist, Derek. I was calling to tell you you missed over 10 appointment with me." He said.

"Yeah I know. That was the point" I chuckled. "But, I guess I'll go to my next one. When is it?"

"Tomorrow at Noon. I'll see you then." He hangs up.

As much as I hate to admit it, going to this may help me get over Hannah. And yes I mean get over. I want to completely forget about her and just move on. She clearly won't come back to me.

Checking the time it's 12:39 PM. Might as well go to sleep. I think, and head upstairs. But first; a shower since I smell like sex.

An hour later I set my alarm and go to my bed and let sleep take over me.

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My alarm goes off and I groan loudly not wanting to wake up. I turn it off and sit up in my bed. After just sitting there I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my business and come back out. I check my phone to see I have no texts and no missed calls. Geez guys, don't all text at once.

Noon rolls around and I'm sitting in my therapists office waiting for him to start asking the questions.

"Good afternoon Mr.-"

"Justin. Just Justin please." I cut him off.

"Very well, Justin. How are you today?" He asks.

"Good, tired but good." Yes I'm still tired even though I slept 22 hours last night.

"That's good." He writes something down on his note pad. "How's your relationship with Hannah? Any progress so far?" He asks.

"Nope, none whatsoever. But I decided I want to take your advice and forget about her and move on." I say, leaning forward and clasping y hands together.

"That's wonderful!" He, again, writes stuff down. "Before I move on to talk to you about things, I need to know if you kept your promise. Have you been drinking lately."

I stare at the ground for a minute before speaking, "yes, yes I have."

"Why?"

"I don't know." I sit back. "I just feel so stressed between my relationship with Hannah and my relationship with my friends and. . .I just don't know what to do." I tell him truthfully.

"I understand. But, if you came to all these sessions this wouldn't have happened would it" I shake my head. "Very well. Lets start today's session."

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Sorry this is a filler. Justin's POV are gonna be boring until I get I the climax and stuff WHICH WILL BE SOON! & if some of you noticed I did change my username because I found out people from my school use wattpad and they know my username so I changed it. Anyways, thoughts on what should happen next? & COMMENT A FIRST AND MIDDLE NAME FOR HANNAH'S BABY!

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