I Will Catch You If You Fall (ON HOLD)

IWCYIYF Part 18;

IWCYIYF Part 18;

"The plane is now landing, stay seated." I heard the pilot announce on the overhead and I slowly awoke. Justin was watching me, and my lips broke into a smile.

"How was your sleep?" He questioned.

I let out a yawn. "Fine."

"You look adorable when you sleep."

I blushed and looked away, stretching my arms. My left arm landed in his lap and he began playing with my hands until he came across the tiny little cut where the blade graced me.

"What's this?"

I pulled my arm away into my lap and took out my phone, pretending I didn't hear him...not so lucky.

"Caitlin...did you...?" His voice cracked and his eyes started watering.

"No, Justin! I would never! It's just from hitting my arm against the corner on my dresser." I lied, but he obviously believed it because he changed the subject.

The plane landed and we stood up, getting our overhead luggage from above us, when Moshe came up. He followed us out of the airport and into the limo to our hotel in Japan, without any fans in our way.

Then we were back in the limo. The shaded, dark limo. I sigh and lean my head back, ignoring Justin.

"Babe...what's wrong?"

I turn my head away and look out the window as we pass by huge skyscrapers. The car comes to a slow stop at a hotel filled with fans.

I let out a huge sigh and turned to Justin, but he had his head out the window and was blowing them kisses. I turned back and studied the backside of the driver's seat until we got to the hotel's entrance.

Justin grabbed my hand and helped me out of the limo, and I came to reality. Everyone was screaming but Justin was ignoring it, grabbing my hand and leading me inside the hotel's lobby.

It was private, so no fans were inside. As soon as the door shut behind me it became dead silent, the only noise was the jazzy music that was softly playing.

"Moshe, is our luggage taken care of?" Justin glanced back at him, who was behind us.

He nodded solemnly and Justin turned back to me. "I don't have plans until tomorrow...I have a radio interview. So...we have all day."

I nodded and slightly smiled. "What are we gonna do?"

He shrugged and thought for a moment. "Unpack? We can walk around Times Square and get lunch if you want."

I nodded and he led me to the elevator, which opened right when he tapped the button. He, surprised, touched the Floor 6 button and it started moving.

"You look perfect," He whispered and rested his lips on my forehead.

"I'm not wearing makeup and my hairs in a bun," I spat back.

"It's still stunning."

The elevator made a chime and the doors rolled open. I followed Justin to a room down the hall and he slid a card in it.

"How'd you get that?" I asked him. I don't remember him ever checking in.

"I have people that check in for me."

I nodded and he swung the door open to a normal sized hotel room. It included a bathroom, a big king bed, a TV, mini fridge, drawers and a window. It was overall a typical hotel room.

"This is just ours."

I nodded again dryly and walked to the window, pulling the blinds open. Sunlight brightened the room, but Justin quickly ran over and shut the blinds.

"You can't do that."

"Umm..." I stuttered. "Why not?"

"Fans will see in."

I sighed and lay back on the bed, pulling my phone out of my pocket and checking my Instagram feed. I uploaded a picture of Justin and I on the plane, out of boredom. It seemed like just seconds after I pressed upload, the comments started.

"I'm gonna go see what rooms the team's got, okay?" Justin asked, and I looked up.

I nodded and agreed. "Have fun."

He giggle a bit, asked how in the world doing that would be fun, and assured he'd be back in at least a half hour. The door clicked shut and I drew my attention back to my phone, watching the comments pour in.

'That shit aint cute.'

Neither are you, I thought.

'You just rub him in our faces cause you know it makes us jealous'

Oh.

With each comment, each word, each letter, I grew weaker. And five minutes later, after reading a long, thought out, comment about how disgustingly ugly I was, I was done.

Tears raining down my cheeks, I ran to the bathroom. A sewing kit that came with the room was on the counter, with mini scissors enclosed.

I clicked the case closed, the silver, cold, metal wrapped around my thumb and pointer finger of my left hand. Taking the sharp edge, I drew a faint line. It made a white, dry skin line, resembling where I wanted the cut to go.

I repeated drawing the line with the scissors' edge, a bit deeper, blood forming at some points.

I did it again, deeper, blood starting to get heavier.

 And one last time was all it took.

My wrist pouring blood all over, I ran into the room and lay on the bed. My hands covered my eyes and I sobbed meaningfully. The tears were almost as heavy as the blood.

I started getting dizzy, but a red splotch was also forming on the clean, white covers. The irony smell of blood lingered in the room, making me naesous

The door clicked open and shut again, and Justin came in. The sobbing stopped and I held my breath, waiting for his reaction.

"Caitlin," He muttered in a soft voice. "What are you...doing?"

I started to sob again, turning my head away from him. "I'm sorry."

His face remained stone, raw, no emotion. "Why?"

I shook my head as the tears came down. "I love you. I love you too much. You love me too much. Too much."

That was all I had to say for him to understand what it was that threw me over the edge.

I wiped my tears and stood up, feeling way woozier than before. I almost fell but Justin caught me, his hands cupped over my elbows.

"I have to tell someone. Scooter, Alfredo, my mom, someone. Please?" He whispered into my ear as I pretended to be interested in the TV stand.

I wiped my eyes again and shook my head. "Don't. I'm fine."

"Promise me you won't do it again."

I nodded, and agreed. But I really didn't know if that was the last time. After bandaging me up he wrapped an arm around me and we left the hotel to explore Times Square alone.

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So short!  Sorry! & I’m not so proud of this chapter. It’s actually probably one of my worst D: anyways comment vote fan (: