The Heart Mender

Chapter 22: Turning Page

Hailey's POV:
I'm engaged!
What the actual fuck!
I feel like it's a dream still.
Like someone is going to wake me up, and tell me it was all in my head.
Tell me that I'm not good enough for him.
That I don't deserve his heart.
That he belongs with someone else.
I hate having these self doubts.
I know he loves me.
I know we belong together.
But the world thinks they know what's good for him.
Who he should be with.
And I'm afraid that our engagement is not going to go over to well.
I'm preparing myself for it.
He seems to have no fears at all.
He wanted to tell the world immediately.
But that's Justin.
When he's confident about something, nothing and nobody can hold him back.
He seems to think that everyone who truly supports him, will support us.
Love us. Because they love him.
That's not always the case.
I asked him to just hold off for a while.
The media was already hungry to get an interview with him about his accident.
Add an engagement into it.
Shit would be crazy.
He agreed to wait, but was not in the least happy about it.
"Twinkles, stop worrying about anyone but us.
If they truly care about me, they'll be happy that I'm finally happy.
I can't hold this back forever baby.
But I will try my damn best.
For you."
Of course he pouted about it though.
He doesn't like not getting his way.
To bad.
He didn't realize that I was protecting him too.
Our time in France had come to a close.
Justin was finally medically cleared to fly home.
It was good news, that was bittersweet.
In France, we had the luxury of just being "us".
I knew that would change the minute we stepped back into L.A.
Our bubble was going to be popped.
On the plane ride home, I never let go of his hand.
I was afraid of everything to come.
He slept on my shoulder, snuggled into my side.
He was completely unaware of my inner turmoil.
My boy was happy.
He was so damn happy.
I didn't want my fears to ruin his peace.
He deserved to feel safe and loved.
I would do my best to keep him just like this.

Justin's POV:
Being back in America was going better than I expected.
For once, the paparazzi and media were respecting my privacy.
It had been three weeks since we left France.
And a lot had happened.
Hails and I had decided to move in together.
I wanted to buy a house.
She wanted to rent something smaller for now.
So of course I rented a smaller mansion in Beverly Hills.
I still remember our little house hunting adventure.
I had a devious plan that day.
I would show her a bunch of ridiculous
high-end homes.
And then save the best for last.
"Justin, we've looked at like 20 different homes already!
My feet are killing me.
Every house you've shown me has different wings.
I just want something small. Something intimate.
Stop trying to make me the next housewife of Beverly Hills."
She was getting hangry by that point.
Gotta feed my girl.
After some In&Out burger, I was ready to show her the one.
"So no to the one with the indoor bowling alley?"
God I was playing this off so good.
"We don't even bowl,Ogre! So unless you plan on taking up bowling as a new career, then NO!"
"What about the one with the nightclub?
We could recreate that lap dance you gave me every night. "
And that pushed her over the limit.
She was about to tear me in two.
"Boy...if I didn't love you...
I'm not even going to comment on that.
Lapdance...in that tacky ass over the top room they called a private nightclub.
Who in the hell lived there before?
I bet it was Floyd Mayweather."
I busted out laughing.
How the hell did she know.
"It was wasn't it? You tried to have me move into Mayweather's house of horrors.
Lord only knows what STDs are still floating around in there!"
I thought it was cool tbh.
But I knew Hailey would hate it.
So of course I had to add it to the list.
It was all to lead up to the last house.
The owner had it on the market to sell.
When I saw it...
I knew it was perfect for her.
And anything perfect for my girl, was perfect for me.
I talked the owner into a rental deal with an option to buy.
Being Justin Bieber had it's perks.
Of course I got it.
Now hopefully Hails loved it too.
"Alright Twinkles.
There's one more left to see.
You probably won't like it either.
It's not really your type."
Reverse psychology people.
"Justin Drew Bieber, you better pray this one isn't like the last. Otherwise I'm renting us a room at the Holiday Inn out of spite!"
As we pulled up to our house, I knew I had done good.
Her face said it all.