Losing (Sequel to Game On, Bieber) *ON HOLD*

"I'm so glad you're okay, 'baby'."

ok i could write a boring paragraph about how sorry i am for how late this is but instead i'll say:

a) thankyou so much for over 600,000 on game on, Bieber, that is ridiculously insane and i love each and everyone of you

b) i hope you like this chapter, i think it turned out pretty good considering how stuck i was with the plot

c) but like i really am sorry for the stupidly long wait even though i promised it was going to be earlier

d) i love you all so much

song reccommendation: Ariana Grande's hide and seek cover, it's old but it's seriously so soothing and beautiful 

love you,

leah xxx

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previously:

“Baby girl, I’m not gonna get caught. I promise. Stay here with Noah, okay, and I’ll be back in an hour. I love you.” He planted a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead and my eyes fluttered closed as I sighed in defeat.

“I love you more.” I whispered as he released me, turning away from me to follow Richard. Maybe my heart wouldn’t have been beating so hard if I hadn’t seen the look in his eyes and the sly smirk on his face as he walked out of the door, as if he was looking forward to the job.

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Justin’s POV:

After loading the van with the delivery, Richard reappeared, clamping a hand down onto my shoulder.

“You ready?” He asked, his voice gruff as he blew smoke out from a cigarette. I nodded, clenching and unclenching my clammy hands.

“Alright, Bieber. Here’s the address.” He reached into the pocket of his pressed slacks and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I opened it to reveal a messily scribbled address before I placed it into my own pocket.

“This guy knows I’m coming right?” I asked, my voice scratchy. I cleared my throat and glanced back at the van, the nervous feeling in my stomach growing. Despite the anxiousness I felt though, I couldn’t ignore the underlying feeling of… something else, another feeling that came with getting back onto the jobs after all this time. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Of course. He’s expecting you within the hour, so no pit stops along the way.” Richard raised an eyebrow at me and I gave a stiff nod. I then stepped back, moving to climb into the driver’s seat of Noah’s car. The marijuana was in the trunk, packaged in clear, tight wraps.

“Oh, and Justin?” I looked back at my boss. “Do not get pulled over. I can smell the weed from here. If you get caught, it comes back to me. And if it comes back to me-,” He threw his smoke onto the ground, crushing it underneath his shoe. “I’ll kill you.”

With that, he turned and disappeared back into the warehouse.

I swallowed, slamming the door closed and starting the car up, gripping the wheel tightly. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sped along the roads, and despite the potential danger that surrounded everything about this life that I had somehow managed to be dragged back into, the smile that crept up onto my face as I reviewed the situation whilst I drove was evident, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.