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P.O.V 's

•Justin•

"Our friends knew we'd end up together." Hailey said and giggled. We were both laying in my bed, cuddled up to each other and just talking.

"Definitely. They wouldn't stop bugging us about it." I laughed and she giggled as she was scrolling through her Instagram. I could feel my heart melt. Suddenly her expression went from happy to sad and a tear fell out of her eyes.

"Hails? What wrong?" I asked her worried. She didn't say anything and closed her eyes. When she didn't respond I snatched her phone from her hand and she gasped

"Justin don't re-" she said but stopped when she saw I had already read everything.

There was a hate comment on one of her posts. It said
"They're so fake. I mean Justin is definitely not but hailey is a fake ass bitch. She probably lured Justin to her for his money. I mean who likes her? She's uglier than a duck 😂."

"Hails. Babe no." I held her face in my hands as more tears came out of her eyes.

"You're not fake. They don't know you. They don't know the real you. I know you and I know you'd never play with my feelings like this. What you and I have is real and we both know it. You have everyone. Kendall, kylie, your family, my family, and me. You're not ugly. You're as beautiful as the moon and stars babe." I said as slowly her cries slowed and became slow sniffles.

"Justin." She sniffled ans looked up at me.

"Yeah?" I said

"I-I love y-you." She sniffled and my hands dropped from her face.

"W-what?" I asked her shocked.

"I love you Justin." She repeated with a gleam in her eye. But the gleam vanished when she saw that my reaction wasn't what she expected.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't h-have s-said t-that." She stuttered and got off of the bed.

"I- uh.." she stuttered but quieted down and left our room.

•Hailey•

He didn't say it back. He doesn't love me. Sure, it's only been 2 months of our relationship but I can't help it. I love him. I can't control my feelings.  When he didn't say it back, I could hear my heart break into pieces.

People say that you should pick your heart back up and move on.

But if my heart is in a million pieces.. which piece do I pick up?

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