Forgotten Night

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Justin’s P.O.V

I can’t get this girl out of my head as I sit in the back of the car Scooter sent for me this morning. I barely know her yet I feel like I do. It’s as if we’ve met before and I just don’t remember it. This is not normal. I’m Justin Bieber. I don’t do this. I don’t trust girls. They’ll either break my heart or use me for fame. After my last girlfriend did both I swore I wouldn’t fall for anyone again. But I can already feel myself getting attached to this girl. Her long brown hair, her perfect smile, her skin. She makes me feel like the old Justin. Before all the drugs and drinking. She makes me feel alive, which ,believe it or not, I haven’t felt for a long time. Everything up until last night made me feel numb. When I look into her big, beautiful brown eyes, I feel safe again. Like I can trust her and can be myself, my actual self that I’ve been afraid to show the world. Man, Ryan would slap me if he heard how whipped I probably sound about this girl I barely know. I wasn’t sure what she’d meant when she said she liked me. Judging by the reaction I got from the kiss it was a good thing. I don’t think she could tell, but I have never been so nervous to kiss someone since my first kiss in the seventh grade. I pull the piece of paper that Zoëy gave me out of my pocket. I decided to text her. 

Hey Zoëy, I just wanted to say thank you for last night and I hope to see you again soon.

Justin x

I wasn’t sure whether to add an ‘x’ at the end but I went with it anyway.

I put my phone away and rest my head in my hands. I can’t stop thinking about Zoëy. She was just so confident and beautiful but I could tell by little things she said and did that she had insecurities. But she was gorgeous, honestly, inside and out. My phone starts ringing and my heart races when I realise it could be Zoëy. To my disappointment it’s my manager, Scooter. I answered.

“Hey man” I said.

“Justin, what were you doing last night? If we have to revisit the option of rehab I’m happy to” he said.

“Oh no, I was with a girl, a friend I mean” I said, expecting him to be happy for me.

“Justin, what have we talked about? Look I know I promised I would always protect your image but It’s getting a bit difficult when you’re out sleeping with a different girl every single night” he yelled through the phone.

“It wasn’t like that I swear! I’m going to change Scoot” I paused as he began to cut me off. 

“We’ll talk when you land in Miami okay” he said.

“Alright” I said,  hanging up the phone. Damn. That definitely dimmed my mood. He’s right though. I  started to let it all get to my head. It’s only just know that I'm realising how much I have let everyone down. My friends back home, my family, Scooter and Usher. Damn I’ve really made some mistakes. But the worst thing is that I almost became the one thing I never wanted to be. My father.

The car pulls up on  the airstrip next to my private jet. I got out of the car and walked over to the plane, trying to ignore all the paparazzi in the windows and helicopters above. I board my plane and put my headphones on to drown out my thoughts and I fall asleep.

When I wake I’m in Miami. I get off the plane and get into a car that is scheduled to take me to my house in this city. As we drive I think about where I’m at with everything. How am I even going to begin to correct all my wrongs. I can’t help but feel like a disappointment. After all, like the media likes to constantly remind me, I was a ‘mistake’. My mum always said that I was the greatest gift that god ever gave her the privilege of having, but I know now that I’ve let her down, just like everybody expected me to.