*Justin's POV*
I know there truely is no excuse for what I did. I'm not even sure I know why I did what I did. I was drunk and at a bar. I was so stressed out and upset over our argument that I didn't know what I was doing. Although, at the same time, I feel like I kinda did know what I was doing.
***FLASHBACK***
I was drinking a beer at the club. I didn't feel like dancing because I was just too depressed. How could she call me a heartless son of a bitch and say she wish she'd never met me? Am I really that bad of a person? All of a sudden, this woman who looks like she may be a few years older than me walks up and sits down next to me.
"Hey." She says as she sits down.
She was wearing a black tank top that showed off a lot of cleavage, shorts that were so short, you can almost see her butt in, she had chocolate brown eyes, and dirty blonde, curly hair. She had some make up, but not as much as the employees.
"Hi." I said in a glum tone of voice.
She looked at me with sympathy in her eyes like I was some lost puppy.
"Aw, what's wrong? Why's Justin Bieber so sad?" She cooed. I look up at her to answer.
"If you must know, I just got into a huge fight with my girlfriend. Her mom killed herself and she's been grieving for the past three weeks. I've been trying to make her feel better but nothing worked. I felt that she was being very ungrateful, so I snapped, and well...yeah." I explain.
She rests her hand on my shoulder and slowly rubs it. I started feeling a little uncomfortable. Is this girl trying to hit on me?
"That's terrible." She cooes. "You know if I were in that situation, I would be very grateful to have someone like you help me through it."
Her hand starts getting lower and lower to my crotch. I back away and stand up.
"No, I can't" I defend
She stands up and places her hands on my hips.
"But baby, I heard you talking out loud. You said she called you a heartless son of a bitch and that she wishes she never met you." she points out.
Did I really say that out loud? All of a sudden, she leaned in and places her lips on mine. I don't know why, but I felt myself kissing back. After she pulled away, we looked into each other's eyes.
"Let's go back to my place." She whispers in my ear. "I'm Amber by the way."
"Okay." I say in a low voice.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
I looked into Mickey's eyes and all I can see was hurt and saddness. That's when I really knew I should've never done what I did. The tears in her eyes just fell freely down her face.
"Justin, how could you?" She sobbed.
I felt tears coming into my eyes as well. I can't believe I just hurt the one person on this planet that I love more than life itself. We may've only been together for a few months, but they've truely been the best few months of my life.
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