You deserve to be happy | Justin Bieber + Selena Gomez = Jelena

Chapter 8.

     "POV SELENA"
     I don't know what Justin meant by "it will be worse", but I felt uneasy.  It shot like a bullet towards the target, as if I said something out of bounds.  I do not have the strength and desire to catch up with him and find out anything, so let it be as God tells me.
    I entered the house and, simply unable to do anything, barely dragged myself to the couch and collapsed onto it.  Now I didn't want to talk to anyone, but that would not hurt, so I turned on the TV.  The first channel that came across broadcasted my favorite TV series Friends.  Great!  It always cheered me up!
    I did not notice how I fell asleep, and now I woke up.  The room was lit by the rays of the sun, which easily penetrated through the parted curtains.  The TV stayed on all night.  Now there is some kind of advertisement, which I interrupted by turning off the TV.
    No mood since morning.  My head hurts, my eyes are all tear-stained.  And why am I so worried about this jerk?  I do not know.  Again he is on my mind!  We need to quickly throw it out and forget it as a bad dream.
    I picked up the phone, intending to play some game to distract myself, but when I turned on the screen, I discovered a terrifying picture: 57 missed calls and 93 messages!  Oh my God!  Who is it so early?  I looked at the time - 3.37pm  Whoa!  Wow I am sleeping today!  Well, it's ok.
      I looked into the calls: most from Aleen, left over from friends, parents and other relatives.  Messages from them too.  I do not get it.  Why would all this be?  AND!  Didn't Aleen tell everyone about our accessory?  Oh my God!  No!  Not that!
    As soon as possible, I started banging my nails on the telephone keypad as the door to the room began to creak and open.  So stop!  I didn't seem to drink yesterday, why are there such hallucinations?  It seemed like I was left alone at night, and I didn't close the door either.  My heart began to pound.  Since yesterday, I've been too upset to start panic.  Let it be, I'm ready for the worst.  Suddenly a familiar and painfully dear face peers into the room.  I, myself not understanding what I was doing, throw myself on the neck to this person.  Mum.  She always knows when I need her the most.
  
      "Mum?  What are you doing here?" I said through tears.
      “I know everything that happens to you, honey,” my mother stroked my hair.
      "What should I do now?" drowning in tears I said.
      "How did you get in touch with him?" we reached the couch and settled down comfortably on it, I put my head on my mother's shoulder.
      "I myself did not understand how it all happened ... just my popularity fell and decided to increase it in this way ...", I was choking with tears. "Justin has the same problem, and he is some of the most popular singer ... I don't know, at first he pissed me off, but then I liked him.  I do not know what to do.  My heart is broken", I buried my nose in my mother's shoulder.
      “Oh, my poor little girl.  You don't even know him yet, but he already made you suffer". She kissed the top of my head. "Wait a minute, since when do you care about your popularity?  Oh, that's how it was clearly not your idea!  So why did you agree?" Mom looked at me accusingly.
      “I didn't mean to, really,” I looked down.
      "All right that's okay!  This is not the end of the world!  You are strong for me, you went through a lot and you will go through this too!  Now get up and go get yourself in order, otherwise it's scary to look!" Mom brought a mirror to me and we both laughed.  She will always support me!

    I listened to my creator and immediately went to the bathroom.  The clothes were wrinkled after a night spent, so they also changed them on the way to the kitchen.
    My first meal of the day was dinner, and only a small part of it.  My stomach refused to accept anything, my mother forcibly forced me to eat half a stew with butter and drink coffee.

“Okay, my dear, as much as I want to stay, I have to go,” she said, glancing at her wristwatch. "Work does not wait."

    I accompanied my mother to the exit and returned to the house.  I didn't detain her because I wanted to be alone.  Back on my favorite couch, I finally informed my friends and family that everything was fine and thanked for the concern.  Then I decided to check social networks, because I hadn't been active there for more than 24 hours.  Failing even to enter Instagram, a pop-up news notification notified me of new events.  I loved to read rumors, even though I knew it wasn't true.  When the site loaded, the smile disappeared, because this time there were not rumors, but the pure truth, and not about some hackneyed singer, but about me ... and Justin.  I quickly closed my browser and went to Instagram, then Twitter, and later Facebook.  All networks are teeming with this news, hashtags #weloveselena conquered the Internet.  Lord!  Why is this happening?  They even exhibited my tear-stained paparazzi photos of how insensitive you have to be!  We need to calm down for now!  Better go for a walk.
    I put on a cap, under which I hid my hair, and tied a scarf around my neck and jaw, covering my mouth.  Despite the hot weather, I pulled on a black sweatshirt.  The final touch was the sunglasses, although the street had darkened long ago.
    This outfit left me unnoticed by the paparazzi, although ordinary passers-by looked at me in bewilderment.  Now I didn't give a damn about everyone, I just walked and thought about everything that happened.
    I just walked where my eyes led me.  I did not care.  There were fewer and fewer people, and I walked further and further into the depths of the park, where I had never been before.  Suddenly someone shouted: "It is she!"  and pointed in my direction.  Later the inevitable happened.

Did you like the chapter?  Continued in part 9!