One Shot Series 3

Shadow Romance (Part 2)

"Demi pick up, come on baby, pick up." Demi said to himself, for what was the seventh time in one hour.

Her voicemail played in his ear, and he almost hung up, just so that he didn't have to feel the grief of what he had done. But when it came to her voice-when it came to that soft, comforting voice, he couldn't hang up.

Her voice was like his wakeup call.

It didn't occur to him that from now on, maybe the only way to here that unforgetable voice was through her voicemail. Maybe, now, this is the only way he could feel her-feel her breath on his skin, feel the goosebumps rise upon his body that are the effects of Demi, feel her in the air, like he was stuck within her soul.

The thought made him crash down, crumble down beneath the world that had collapsed around him. He could barely breathe, almost being suffocated by all of his guilt; all of everything he had put among himself.

"Come on, Demi. You have to talk to me soon. I-I think if you don't, I'm really going to go insane. I don't think I'll be okay if you don't talk to me." Justin struggled to say, trying to hold back his crying so that she can understand him.

He hung up, gripping his cellphone as hard as he could before throwing it across his room. He should have cared that he was losing his temper again. But he didn't. He didn't care at all.

"Damn." He whispered, rubbing his face with both of his hands harshly.

His phone vibrated just seconds after, and Justin quickly crawled over to his phone. Flipping it towards him, he read an unknown number flash upon his screen.

"Baby?" He asked with hope.

"Can you pick me up? I-I was walking alone and now I don't know where I am."

Justin instantly got up, slipping on his shoes and picking up his car keys that lay at the end of his bed.

"Of course. Where are you? God, I've missed you."

"I'm on a street called Summer. I'm by a bus stop. I just don't know how to get back home and it's late and I'm really scared..." Demi whimpered.

"Everything's going to be okay. I have it on my GPS and I'mma to be there in 5 minutes."

"Thank you, Justin."

"I love you." Justin replied before hanging up the phone.

He drove directly to her, not stopping for anything. He knows exactly where she is, and there was no way he was going to waste any time getting her back. If he lasted another night without her, he knows he would end up going absolutely crazy. There was no way he was going to be able to last without hearing her speak to him. He loved her too much to let her go this way. He loved the way she traced his tattoos, the way she laughed, the way she got shy around new people, he loved all of it. If he had to last another minute knowing he might never get to observe those little actions again, he'll completely break. Noticing a small figure ahead of him, Justin quickly pulled over by the bus stop. Stopping the ignition, he flung himself out of the car completely. He started mumbling things he couldn't quite understand himself, but he got out as much as he possibly could.

"Demi please, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry." Justin rushed out, grabbing onto

her shoulders to push her against the telephone pole.

"Justin, I don't-"

"None of it matters." he whispered, closing his eyes to get rid of the tears that were nearly about to fall.

"It does. It does to you and that's okay, you don't have to keep me." She cried, turning her gaze to her side. Justin shook his head, grabbing onto her cheeks so he could pull her towards him. He made direct eye contact with her, and it pained him to see that look of helplessness take over her entire face. He caused it, and it was the worst feeling he has ever felt.

"Babe, listen to me, and listen to me closely. My repuation doesn't matter. None of it matters. You're all I will ever need and it took me so much as for you to stop talking to me to make me realize how horrible my life will be without you."

Demi sighed, her breath flowing swiftly upon his face as she shook her head.

"I don't know if I can hide you anymore."

"No no no. You don't have to. God, why am I making you feel like this? I don't even-I don't even deserve you."

Demi gasped, staring wide eyed at him as the words left his mouth harshly, as if ashamed of himself. She couldn't believe he just said that. He deserved the world. He was the most beautiful human being she has ever encountered with.

He was the universe, and she was just a crack on the sidewalk.

"Justin Drew Bieber, I never, ever, EVER want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. You're everything. You're the most miraculous human being. How could you? How could you say that?" She asked, squeezing his face in her hands as she rubbed her thumb across his lips. "You're everything."