Stay With Me § BWWM JB

15 • Too Close

"Justin this-this is amazing.
I am so impressed."

As I'm trying to leave the airport, paparazzi and fans bombard me. I want to stop and take a few pictures with my fans, but the paparazzi won't let me. I don't have a problem with paparazzi taking pictures of me, but when they say disrespectful things and push my fans just to get a picture, it pisses me off. Since they won't budge, my bodyguards forcefully push them back and I run to get into the SUV waiting for me.

"Man, you would think someone famous was here," Mikey jokes as he sits down in the passenger seat.

"I know right," I say as I send Sam another text, although she probably already turned her phone off.

"Man, that's like the twentieth text you've sent," Hugo chuckles when he hears the sent tone.

"So what."

"Chill, JB. It's...cute."

I sigh, "I miss her already and it's only been an hour."

"She'll be back before you know it," Hugo pats my shoulder.

"That's the same thing she told me."

"You'll probably talk to her everyday and FaceTime, so it'll be like she never left."

"It's not the same," I whine.

Everyone in the car laughs, including Tom the driver. I stay silent and look out of the window the rest of the ride back to my place.

When I get back to the house, all I hear is shouting and of course it's Aaliyah since she's the only other person who is here.

"You're such a fucking asshole," she snarls when I awkwardly walk into the living room, where she's pacing back and fourth and throwing her hand in the air. "No, listen to me. Don't you ever call me, text me, or speak to me again. I hate you," she hisses before hanging up and slamming her phone down on the plush carpet. When she notices me standing there, she jumps. "Shit Justin, I didn't know you were here."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Is everything alright?"

She pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Everything is just peachy."

Next thing I know tears are streaming down her face and she turns around to hide from me. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her body. She turns around and cries into my chest, "Why are boys s-so stupid?"

I rub her back, "Because sometimes we don't think with our brains."

"I hate him so much," she weeps.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay."

She pulls back and looks at me, but I keep my arms around her, "No it's not. He had been cheating on me for a m-month before we ended it. A whole fucking month, but I was so oblivious. I thought we went our separate ways b-because of another reason. He just wanted to get rid of me so he didn't have to feel guilty anymore," she finishes, trying to control her breathing.

"He sounds like a real dick. Any guy should be thankful to have a girl like you."

I'm sent a sad smile, "Thanks, but I'm clearly the problem."

"I'm sure it's not you," I chuckle. "You'd make a perfect girlfriend," I pause. "I mean-"

She giggles, "I get it, Justin."

I drop my arms from around her and brush my thumbs under her eyes to wipe away the wetness, "No more crying."

She sniffles and blinks her eyes, "I'll try not to."