Touched (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

“I hate how he makes me cry, I hate how he’s so conceited, I hate that he always calls me a bitch, and I hate his angry or bastard-like attitude. He makes me go crazy but, I do love him too. I love how he can make me laugh, I love that glowing smile of his, I love how he can sweep me off of my feet, I love his personality, I love the fact that he can shoot a gun, I love how perfect he is even though he doesn't realize it, and I love how bad ass he is. I also love that he is in a gang. I've learned that just because the one you love is...different, doesn't mean you should love them any less. Everybody has their flaws. Justin’s only flaw is his job. I love that he is really good at it and he makes a living off of it but I hate that he could leave for a mission at anytime and possibly never come home. I try not to worry about it too much. I try not to worry about the numerous times he’s come home with a gunshot wound or scratches all over his body. He always comes home with a bad attitude. How do I put up with that asshole, my asshole? I smile to myself and I know why I do. Because I utterly hate you but I have fallen madly in love with you, Justin Bieber and I don't care if you are the world's most wanted man.”