Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Eleven.

"Heavens, Dileah!"

I was too tired to even open my eyes for a split second so I didn't. I stayed curled up on the ground, my head on my bag, my body shaking from the late night breeze.

I recognised the voice as Mr Bieber's-- Justin's. It was distant though, maybe because I was worn out. Maybe because I was experiencing the mother of all headaches.

I felt him lift me and I groaned as the pain increased in my body.

'Damn it, Bieber. Easy!' I mentally snapped at him.

I curled up in his arms and winced as I did. I didn't stop shaking.

I just wanted to rest. And maybe lots of painkillers and a nice bath to soothe my pain.

I felt the cold texture of leather beneath me and I figured I was in his car. It smelled so fresh in here, I noted, and it felt so soft. I worried that I was staining his seats somehow, because I felt filthy again.

I heard the door close then we started moving.

I drifted to sleep again.

When the car came to a stop, I felt myself be pulled gently and that made me cry out softly from pain.

"I'm sorry." Justin apologised sincerely as he wrapped his arm around me to hold me up.

I felt a weight on my head as I rested my head on his shoulder, and warmth and the sweet smell of cologne circulated my face. Justin, Mr Bieber's cologne. Why was he hiding me under his jacket?

"Walk." He ordered.

My bones felt like jelly, my muscles as if they were being shredded. I could hardly take two steps without feeling like the ground beneath me was made of bubbles just waiting to pop if I stepped too hard.

I clung onto Justin's shirt for support. It felt like cotton beneath my touch, and it only made me want to open my eyes and take a peek at his outfit because he always managed to look good. Always.

The coolness of the outdoors faded as we walked into a building, the hotel, I hoped. The sound of elevator doors opening then closing put me at ease. I began to feel safe.

I was still tired though.

Justin and I walked a few more paces then he carried me again, lifting me oh so carefully but stinging me anyway.

I wished he wouldn't remove the jacket from my face because I felt safe beneath it. I knew my face looked all types of beat up and ugly and it was embarrassing to me. Millionaire Bieber was going to see me like this.

My body slowly fell onto a softer than soft surface, a cloud perhaps, and I immediately curled up, trying to ease the shaking.

I bit my lip and shut my eyes tighter as the jacket was removed from my face.

I felt a lot of things at once: hot and cold, sore, tired, weak, embarrassed, dirty...

"That son of a bitch." I heard Justin whisper.

He was probably looking at my face.

I buried it into the soft surface beneath me so that he'd stop looking at me.

"Dileah, I need you to eat a little something so I can give you some painkillers." He said.

I groaned.

'Let me sleep, man.' I whined mentally.

"If I give you the painkillers and you haven't eaten, they might harm you." He explained.

Harm me? What could possibly do more damage than Randy?

I would've chuckled at my thought but my ribs hurt and I was weak.