Broken

9."Where Did I Go Wrong?"

BROOKLYN'S POV

It was Friday. The day Justin Bieber takes me on a date. I honestly don't know where he's taking me and I'm so nervous. I have exactly three hours untill it's time for him to pick me up. It was 6pm and I have no idea what to wear.

"Hey Brooke!" Bridget plops down on my bed. I groan. "Bri I have no idea what im wearing or what I'm going to do to my hair or my make up and I jus-" I was cut of by Bridget.

"Brooke calm down. You'll be fine. Besides you have me and I know exactly what I'm gonna put you on, don't worry about a thing." She shoos me. I roll my eyes.

"Bridget he'll be here in two hours, come on. I have to find something!" I groan and plop back on my bed. See Isabella would be here helping me but she also had a date with Ryan so I had to settle for Brooklyn.

"Ohh I think Jazzy's here! I'll go get the door!" Bridget runs to the door and soon comes back with Jazzy.

"Hi Brooklyn!" Jazzy hugs me. "Hi jazzy!" I smile and sit up. "Alright Bridget is terrible at this so I'm taking over. Or atleast I'm going to be assisting in this. Shall we get started?" She asks, I nod my head.

The two had me try on like five outfits and this was now my sixth outfit, it was a short white dress. I hadn't wore this in a while. I sigh and walk out.

"That's it! It's perfect!" Bridget shrinks. "Finally we agree on something!" Jazzy smiles and high fives Brooklyn I roll my eyes. "Alright hair. I know exactly what I wanna do." Jazzy smiles.

After thirty minutes of playing with my hair , Jazzy finally decided on one style. My hair was bumped in the front but pulled back into a long straight ponytail. Bridget had applied light makeup with the choice of red lipstick. I grabbed my brown wedges and boom I was ready.

I walk downstairs and grab my purse,, just as the doorbell rings. I walk over to answer it and they stood Justin looking as stunning as possible. This boy literally had no flaws. In a way he kinda matched what I had on. He had on a white blazer along with some white jeans with some gold supras.

"You look beautiful as always my love," he smiles at me. "Uh shall we get this date started?" He asks I couldn't help but laugh.

"Justin, do me a favor," I smile, he nods. "Please don't talk like that the rest of the date." I chuckle. He nervously smiles and laugh. It's good to know I'm not the only one whose nervous.

"Alright well come on beautiful , we have dinner reservations." Justin takes my hand and leads me to the car.

***

We had just finished dinner at this amazing restaurant, it's so beautiful and it was a tiny bit expensive and I tried to pay for my own meal but Justin wouldn't let me.

"There's one more place I'd like to take you before we go back home." He smiles. I shrug and nod my head. I start walking to the car, but Justin pulls me away. "It's not far it's across the street." He smiles. "But there is one thing I wanna grab before we head over there." He jogs to his jar , opening his trunk grabbing what I guess was his guitar and jogs back to me.

"Alright I'm ready..." He smiles and takes my head. We walk across the street to a old building. "Are we going in there?" I ask. He nods. "Please have an elevator." I mumble to myself.

"It does have an elevator." Justin chuckles as he opens the door for me. I blush and walk in the building. He walks over and press the button to go up. "After you my lady" he holds the elevator open and I walk in .

"Justin this really has been an amazing night." I smile, truly smile. I actually felt happy right now. Something I haven't felt in a while. "Nothing but the best for you beautiful, but it's not over yet." Justin grabs my hand as we step off the elevator revealing a perfect view of Atlanta. It was gorgeous. In the middle was a blanket with a picnic box.