"Just another story" Part 2
Selena’s POV
“I’ll go just not today?” I grunted, because we’ve been having the same exact conversation for a week now.
“Then when?” she gave me a look –that says I know when u are lying selena-
“After im done with spring breakers promotion stuff, I mean how can I go today and I have an interview in like 3 hours?” I said puting my hands on the sides of my hips, proud of how sensible my excuse was.
“Well you’ll be no good to them if u are vomiting all over the place” my mom mumbled on her way out of the house.
“Mom!! I said that I’ll go, I promised” I reassured her and gave her a kiss on the check before closing the door behind her.
I walked to my room with a million thoughts in my mind, spring breakers, my new album, JUSTIN but the thought that was scaring me the most is the fact that im throwing up every morning, the fact that a lot of food that I used to like is nauseating to me right now and the fact that I’ve missed my period. All those things can only mean one thing. Me BEING PREGENET. But how could that be, I mean I can’t even remember the last time I had sex-well I do but let’s just say I wanna ignore that night- and the fact that me and justin are so screwed up right now and the fact that this could ruin what I’ve been working on all my life, I mean a baby is the last thing people wanna see me having, im 20 for crying out loud!!!!!
After apparently half an hour of me sitting on the edge of my bed holding my head between my hands I was finally dragged out of my little world of worries by the buzzing of my phone,
“Hello” I said, in hesitation. Don’t get me wrong alfredo will always be one of the closest people to me but the fact that he’s on tour with justin makes feel nervous every time he calls.
“Heyyy baby, how is it going?” he said in what he things is a gagnstaa way of talking.
“I’m great, how about you?” I said kinda of formal.
“So her phone does work!!” I heard justin yell from a distance.
Justin POV
“I mean u say that she’s always trying to humiliate you, but it seems to me that you do a fine job at that on ur own” alfredo said as he turned around to face me.
“she hung up on you?” I smirked.
“only because she heard ur stupid ass voice, I mean I really wanted to see if she was sick or not” alfredo said with a genuine concern on his face.
“she’s Fine” I shrugged, flipping between channels and settling on NBC.
“Oh she will? Really? Mr. I called 6 times in the 2 hours I’ve been awake” alfredo said sarcastically and sat on the couch beside me.
“Let’s watch a movie, im bored” alfredo said trying to get up and look for a DVD.
“No, No I wanna watch this” I said pointing at jimmy fallon’s show.
“okay” alfredo said staring at me like im some kind of freak cause he knows that I’ve never been the kind to watch Talk shows.
After watching selena being so goddamn flawless, laughing, singing and being gorgeous as hell. I swear sometimes I think she’s wearing those dresses just to piss me off, to show me what I’ve been missing.
But the thing that concerned me the most was how thin she’s gotten.
“She’s gotten really thin, hasn’t she?” I asked alfredo during the show.
“Yeah, Hey you don’t think that she’s sick? Like throwing up on purpose or something?” alfredo said with alittle panic in his voice.
“Naaah, my baby isn’t like that.” I shrugged, but deep down I was concerned.
“Ur baby?” alfredo said between coughs.
Yes she’s my baby until I say otherwise, call me crazy or even delusional but I still don’t feel like we are over. Somehow we are still connected. But I gotta respect that I’ve hurt her a lot and that was stopping me from waltzing back in her life with a big romantic gesture like I’ve always done during our relationship in the past, but this time it wasn’t just a fight. It was a lot of things I did or things that happened or a lot of things that were said that shouldn’t have been said.
When suddenly I had the brightest idea;
“Alfredo, do u have priscilla’s number?” I asked alfredo who was busy deep frying four chicken nuggets like they were four turkey legs.
“Yeah, here” he said handing me his phone and going back to what he was doing.
“Dude you aren’t deep frying a turkey, easy on the oil” I smirked, looking at the frying pan.
“shut up, Martha stewart” I heard him shout as I walked into the other room to make a phone call.
I dialed priscilla’s number, and held my breath through the long three rings before she answered.
“Hello?” she said obviously not recognizing my number.
“Hey pri, it’s justin” I said very politely.
“As in bieber?” she asked and u could her the smirk on her face.- I don’t know how but u can hear it-
“yes, as in bieber” I sighed.
“No groveling!” priscilla stated very harshly,
“But—“ I tried to cut in but she kept on talking.
“no whining, no crying, no begging, no favors, no snarky comments and no inappropriate jokes. Got it?” finally she was done, to be honest I thought that list would never end.
“so what do u want?” she asked finally.
“If I said that I just called to check up on you and jay , what are the odds that you’ll actually believe me?” I said in a very hesitant tone.
“slim to none” she answered directly.
“Listen I need u to do something, but it’s not for me, it’s for selena” I said after laughing at her very amusing last comment.
Priscilla’s POV
Here I am two days after justin’s phone call, on my way to selena’s house to do his dirty work or as he calls* to help selena* – but I know all he wants is for me to sweet talk her about him until he gets here- which is going to be a long 4 hours cause I’ve seriously ran out of nice things to say about this boy.
“Heyy, how are you” mandy greeted as she opened the door.
“I’m good, how about you? You look great” I said while giving her a hug.
“im good, you look beautiful” she said as she tried to take my bags from me.
“So where is selena?” I asked , trying not to sound too rude- like I didn’t wanna talk to her or anything-
“She’s in her room, sleeping as always” mandy sighed.
“Is she alright?” I asked.
“I don’t know, she won’t talk to me, maybe she’ll talk to u? try to help her please, cause I really don’t like how she’s been acting for the past couple of weeks” mandy said while walking me to sel’s room.
After walking in to find her asleep and waking her up in ruthless ways only I know and dare to use. We talked and watched the notebook ate two pizzas but after the second time she threw up, I couldn’t just sit there and not ask her the first explanation that came to my mind to what was going on with her.
“Sel, are you pregnant?” I asked, standing behind the bathroom door.
“What?” she pretended that she didn’t quite hear me.
“you heard me!” I said while looking at a text from justin;
“I’m in the reception room and mandy is giving me a death glare, so I’d appreciate if u come down! Like now!”
“She’s in the bathroom, if u come really fast, u can switch places with me, just don’t come in the room unless I tell you too.” I texted him back.
“If u are pregnant, are u gonna tell justin?” I asked walking away from the bathroom door to the room door-opening it really quietly-
“Why so he would take pity on me? And only want to be with me so he could be close to his kid” I heard her saying as she walked out of the bathroom.
“Justin?” she exclaimed the minute she saw him sitting on the edge of her bed, and before I close the door I saw happiness in her eyes, that she couldn’t hide, not from me anyway…
Pregnancy Imagine (Scan)
You;
I sat on the chair in the airport waiting for Justin to come, i bit my lip putting my hand on my growing bump, I felt a hand over my eyes and blushed, I turned and before I could even see that it was Justin his lips were back on mine, were they belong.
“Aye, baby, how you? hows the baby?” he asked as he waved at Scooter and held my hand walking out of the airport with me, I smiled and made an ‘com si com sa’ sign with my hands, he rolled his eyes and smiled “You ready to see our child?” I asked him, he nodded and pecked my lips as he clicked his fingers to get a taxi.
“I just need to put the suitcase at home and then we can go, okay?” He asked, I nodded and smiled, he intertwined his fingers with mine, and kissed my hand
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“Ugh! This is taking forever!” I groaned as we sat in the doctors surgery, he rolled his eyes and shushed me. I groaned again and laid my head on his shoulder, he hummed catching feelings before the doctor called us, it was a woman in a short dress, white. and high heels which is like…unusual, she made eyes at Justin and I was about to punch her.
“How are you today, Ms Y/L/N?” She asked, I nodded and smiled, Justin sat next to me, “Good, you can lay down on this bed for me” She said, I laid down on the bed and she pulled my shirt up and looked at my undeveloped stomach, Justin poked my belly button that was sticking out and we both laughed.
“Aw” He said smiling. “This might be cold” She said as she poured the gel on my stomach, I nodded as she moved it around and smiled…at Justin. Her eye brows wiggling at him. I rolled my eyes “Get to it please” I snapped at her, she jumped and then got the scanner out, Justin laced his fingers through mine, she put it on my stomach and moved it around on my stomach, the screen went from dark to a blue colour. Suddenly a light, white jelly bean looking thing appeared on the screen.
“Is that the baby?” Justin asked pointing to it, she nodded and smiled. “Yes, they’re about the size of a half grain of rice” I sniffed trying to hide my tears, the nurse gave the scanner to Justin and got up.
“I’ll give you two a second, and I’ll get the recording, would you like a photo set?” She asked.
“Uh, yes please” Justin said smiling, he gave the woman $5 and she walked out, Justin leaned up and slowly kissed my lips, I whimpered and smiled.
“Thank you, Justin” She whispered, “For what? giving you this baby? Well, shit you’re welcome” He said laughing.
“No, for sticking by me, and this is just the beginning” I said, he nodded and moved the thing around smiling at the screen, when the nurse walked back in with the tape in her hand.
“Here you go sir” She said “So that’s it? The baby’s okay? You sure you’ve had a proper look?” I asked her, she nodded and smiled her eyes following Justin, ha! Like Justin was interested, he just took the tape and photo’s and helped me off the bed.
“Thank you” Justin said walking out th door, we walked out the door together “She was totally checking me out” He said laughing. I sighed and looked down. “But, she had nothing on you, baby” He said softly kissing my lips, and the snapping and clicking began…Just another day.
I’m sorry but I can’t edit so don’t judge. These are some of my favourite fanfictions that I read because I obviously don’t have a life, so enjoy :) and like this if you are using it this took me ages to make jfc,
- Die for us
- Signed Anonymous
- BRONX
- Jinx
- Caged (Sequal to Brawlers)
- Brawlers
- Danger
- Danger’s back (Sequal to Danger)
- The V Diaries
- Only friends with benefits
- Afterlight
- One of the boys
- Rellik
- Turning tables
- Between two lungs
- Lucky punch
- Player
- Remember me?
- Blind date
- Picked
- Picked apart (Sequal to Picked)
- Million dollar baby
- The songs
- The Thursday girl
- Give me love
- Bachelorette
- Finding Justin (Sequal to Bachelorette)
- I’m all yours (Sequal to Allured)
- Revenge
- Every little thing
- Every little change (Sequal to Every little thing)
"Just A Dream" -- Chapter 35
Dior –
I woke up at Vanessa’s pink room again. Huh, that brings back memories. I sat up on the bed carefully. The pain was totally gone in my stomach, but my head felt heavy. I must’ve overslept. I put my hand on my forehead, just to find out that there is a sticky note stuck there.
D, we’re all gonna go out today. Call me when you’re awake. New sim card’s on the table. Love you xo – V
I love my best friend so much. I put my sim card in my phone. Thank God all the contacts were saved in phone memory. I took in a sigh of relief. I texted Vanessa saying that I’m already fine.
And then I dialed Mary Graham’s number.
“Hello? Ms. Graham? It’s Dior,” I said, fiddling with my blanket.
“Oh, hello Miss Roberts. I’m guessing you are calling in about your decision?” She replied.
“Yes, I am. And yes, I would love to enter Juilliard,” I told her.
“Wonderful! I will tour you myself around the campus tomorrow at 9am. Is that okay?”
“That would be great. Thank you,” I said, hanging up the phone.
I’m thinking about channeling my anger and sadness into music. I mean, it’s healthier. And it would seriously improve my skills. I figured that my career is my number one priority now unlike before that it was… I stopped in mid-thought, and immediately shook the thought of him away.
I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, so I held onto the bedposts. But then again, that sick feeling of my stomach is back, and I rushed to the bathroom.
I crouched down the toilet and threw up. I felt like my insides were coming out.
As fast as the sick feeling was there, it was now quickly gone. I washed my mouth and went downstairs to get back to my house.
I was dressed in Nessa’s clothes, so I look pretty decent. I braided my hair to side and put my wristband on to tie it up, as I walked home.
But I figured… What if I visit my parents first? It wasn’t a long way from here. I can get there in fifteen minutes if I walked fast enough.
Given that I just woke up and got sick earlier, I probably look like death itself and walking there won’t exactly help me. I sighed as I debated with myself.
Okay, I decided to go home first and change. Then bring my car to my parent’s house.
I started walking again to the other direction. I was just enjoying the view, it was pretty peaceful.
Until it started raining. Shit. Why am I not born with good luck?
I started running to my house. It was not that far away, but still, I got soaked.
After a few more minutes of running and taking a “shower”, I finally arrived at my place.
I stopped in shock. There’s someone sleeping on my front porch? What the fuck?
He was wearing a hoodie and a cap, with shades. Is this a homeless guy, then? He’s also fast asleep, given that he’s just as soaked as I am because of the rain.
I braced myself for the worst. I took a deep breath, just in case that it would be my last when the homeless guy wakes up and stabs me. “Excuse me, sir? What are you doing here? Are you alright?” I was careful not to get too close to him.
“Uhhh?” He said. What?
I took his hat and shades off. “JUSTIN!!! WHAT THE FUCK????” I shouted at him.
“Ugh,” he replied. “Dior? Is that you babe?”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. “What are you doing here? You think getting me back by sleeping on my front porch would work? Well, you’re wrong!” I shouted at him, tears forming my eyes.
His head shot up to look at me. “I came here to explain.”
“I don’t need it. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore,” I said, holding back my tears. Good thing it was raining, he wouldn’t notice that I’m crying.
He struggled to stand up. He looks… Sick? “I’ve been here since last night Dior. I’ve been waiting for you to come home, but you didn’t. So I stayed here, just in case, so I wouldn’t miss the chance of talking to you. So please, give me a chance,” he said, as he touched my arm. I flinched because his hand was so hot.
“Are you okay?” I said, touching his forehead. “You’re burning up, Justin!!” I shouted. “What were you thinking, staying here all night?!!!”
I sighed. Why did he have to be sick? “Come on I’m taking you to the hospital,” I said as I pulled on his arm and put it over my shoulder.
“No,” he whispered.
“Don’t be an idiot,” I said back as I half-dragged him to his car.
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We were both soaking wet as we arrived in the hospital. I left him in the car and asked someone from the emergency room to carry him cause he was too weak to walk. They brought him a wheelchair and pushed him as we went into the hospital.
“Are you a relative of his, ma’am?” The receptionist asked me.
“No. We’ve just met. I don’t know him,” I lied.
“Oh. What’s your name then, so we could tell him who brought him here?”
“No, that’s okay. Hey, I gotta go. Here’s his car keys, give them to him. Thank you,” I said, leaving her to stare at me as I walked away.
But then there was the sick feeling again. I ran immediately to the bathroom and threw up. I felt someone holding my hair up and rubbing my back.
“How are you feeling?” A familiar voice said behind me. She helped me up and led me to the sink.
“Dianna? What are you doing here?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable that she had to see me throw up.
“Just took my niece for a check up… what happened to you Dior? You’re all wet, and you look like you’ve seen better days,” she joked. I laughed quietly. Silly Dianna.
I opened the tap and washed my mouth. “Well?” She asked, as she tied my hair back with a wristband.
“Okay, I’ll tell you fast. Justin cheated on me, I broke up with him, now he’s back from the tour I guess cause he slept on my front porch without me knowing cause I slept over at Vanessa’s last night, then it was raining, then he got fever and I brought him here. And yeah, over the past two days I’ve been bawling out my internal organs, as you can see,” I said quickly.
Dianna was left speechless, her mouth hanging open. “I’m so sorry,” she hugged me. I felt the urge to cry and break down, but I held on. “But why are you throwing up? Have you been to a doctor?” She arched her perfect eyebrow.
“Not exactly,” I said. I totally forgot about it. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I smiled. The pain was gone again.
“Come on let’s get you looked at, okay?” Dianna said. We went out of the bathroom with our arms linked to see a doctor. I’m deathly afraid of doctors. But of course I won’t let her know that.
The receptionist earlier led us to a doctor, and he sat me and Dianna down beside each other. I explained that I’ve been throwing up for two days already.
“What have you eaten, Dior?” The doctor asked me.
I thought of it. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon… And the last thing I ate was sushi. Maybe that’s what caused it,” I told her. She nodded and wrote something on her clipboard.
“Okay. I think you have stomach flu. But wait, we have to perform one last test to confirm it,” she reached for something in her desk, and gave it to me.
My eyes widened as I stared at the pregnancy test kit she handed over. I just nodded and immediately went to the bathroom to do my thing. I washed my hands as we all looked at the pregnancy test that I’m holding.
This could pretty much be the scariest moment in my life. My heart fluttered, and my hand started shaking. Holy shit. If I’m pregnant, this baby isn’t gonna have a father. Cause its father cheated on me.
I closed my eyes and shook the pregnancy test in frustration. Both Dianna and the doctor were gaping at me. It was taking so long. I slowly took a peep…
“Negative,” I said, and took a sigh of relief. “Thank God. For a moment there, I thought I was pregnant. I never thought of it, oh God,” I threw away the pregnancy kit and hugged Dianna.
The doctor gave me medicine for my stomach, and we both left the room. I said my goodbyes to Dianna, and as I was walking to go outside, I passed by Justin’s room. He was still sleeping.
I walked out the hospital without looking back. I hailed a cab, and told the driver the address and just stayed quiet. When I got home, it wasn’t raining anymore. Thank God. I walked towards my porch and got out my spare key that was always under the mat. I laughed to myself; my hiding place is so common that no one would bother to look under my mat for the key.
I noticed there was something wedged in beside the keys under the mat. A notebook and pen? What? Then I remembered that Justin was here all night. And he’s the only one who knows that I keep my keys under the mat. I got out the notebook and opened the door to my house.
I left the notebook on the table and changed my clothes. After fixing myself, I sat on the couch and flicked through the notebook. Boy, he loves doodling. I laughed to myself quietly. But just then a single page fell off. I picked it up and read it.
“What? Better that we break?” I said quietly. It’s a song. There were chords in paper, so I think I could try to play it?
I hurriedly sat on the stool and stroked the piano keys. I put the paper in front of me, and started to play slowly.
“I never knew perfection ‘til…” I sang slowly while pressing on the chords on the piano.
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I never knew perfection til
I heard you speak, and now it kills me
Just to hear you say the simple things
Now waking up is hard to do
And sleeping is impossible too
Everything is reminding me of you
What can I do?
It’s not right, not OK
Say the words that you’re saying
Maybe we’re better off this way?
I’m not fine, I’m in pain
It’s harder everyday
Maybe we’re better off this way?
It’s better that we break…
A fool to let you slip away
I chase you just to hear you say
You’re scared and that you think that I’m insane
The city look so nice from here
Pity I can’t see it clearly
While you’re standing there, it disappears
It disappears
It’s not right, not OK
Say the words that you’re saying
Maybe we’re better off this way?
I’m not fine, I’m in pain
It’s harder everyday
Maybe we’re better off this way?
It’s better that we break
Saw you sitting all alone
You’re fragile and you’re cold, but that’s all right
Life these days is getting rough
They’ve knocked you down and beat you up
But it’s just a rollercoaster anyway, yeah
It’s not right, not OK
Say the words that you’re saying
Maybe we’re better off this way?
I’m not fine, I’m in pain
It’s harder everyday
Maybe we’re better off this way?
It’s not right, not OK
Say the words that you’re saying
Maybe we’re better off this way?
I’m not fine, I’m in pain
It’s harder everyday
Maybe we’re better off this way?
It’s better that we break, baby
I stopped singing and tears welled up in my eyes. This song was obviously for us. He always writes songs to let out what he feels. I immediately felt guilty that I left him at the hospital.
I still love him. But I don’t want to love him anymore. I don’t want to get hurt anymore.
I crumpled the paper, and threw it in the nearby trash can.
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Justin Bieber Imagine Dirty
“Justin” You moaned as your back hit the bed. You opened your legs and let him in between them, when he did it he slipped his tongue back in your mouth. He had been rehearsing all day, which for Justin means being horny all day. Of course he wanted to do it every time he had 5 minutes breaks and quickie is a quickie for a reason, but 5 minutes that’s just too fast. And finally you were giving into him, it was just impossible to take the sexual tension any longer.
“I want you so bad” He groaned as he massaged your breasts through your top, making your nipples had. He slipped his hands under your bra and rolled your nipples between his fingers. You already felt how wet you were. The second your first moan escaped your mouth you were already shirtless and his hands were undoing your bra. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, before biting on it gently. You tried to concentrate on taking off his shirt, but failed, so he did it himself. You ran your hands up and down his chest and arms, loving the way he melted under your touch.
“Y/N” he moaned, pulling you into a kiss. You moved your hands to his pants, undoing his belt. You undid the button of his dark blue jeans and pushed them down, that’s when he pushed you on the bed and hovered over you. You earned an intoxicating groan, when you wrapped your hand around his shaft just holding it and making him want it so bad. You caressed his abs and played with the waistband of his boxers then pushed your hand inside and took his dick in your hand. He trusted his hips to make you understand that he wanted you to stroke him. But as he did this you pulled your hand away.
“Baby, stop teasing. I want you so bad.” He groaned.
“Okay, if you want it so bad then do something.” You whispered sexily in his ear, which made goosebumps on his skin appear. That was all he needed. With a grunt he thrust into you and made you scream his name. He pushed one of your legs up and laid it on his shoulders, that allowed him to thrust deeper. He was trying to relieve the sexual tension, that has been building up for hours. By the time he moaned ‘damn, baby.” and shut his eyes tight, you were already moaning like crazy.
“Justin!” You screamed, when he thrusted really hard.
“Yeah, baby, that’s right. Scream my name!” You could see that he was about to come and you were very close too.
“Cum in me baby” You said to him and once again you didn’t need to ask twice. You could feel his hot cum in you, that immediately made you cum too.
“Ah! Justin!” After you both reached your climaxes he rolled of of you and pulled you closer to him and you laid your head on his chest.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head.
“I love you too, Justin.” You said and kissed his lips.
Justin Bieber Imagine
“Wake up, birthday boy!” You smiled kissing Justin’s lips. Suddenly you felt him kiss back and you pulled away.
“Heeey!” He said offended.
“What?” You smiled looking at him.
“You pulled away.” He pouted.
“You have to get up, I really think that your cell phone might probably break from so many calls, texts and mentions on tweeter.”
“I am the birthday boy! I can have a birthday kiss!”
“Okay, fine.” You smiled and he smiled widely like a baby. You kissed him and this kiss turned into a make out session.
“Come on, babe, go shower and I will bring you your birthday breakfast”
“Swaag. Breakfast in bed.” You just laughed. After Justin ate his breakfast he looked at you and said:
“Babe, I have a thought here…”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“You know, I thought that maybe we could spend this day alone in our bed, have a lazy day, watch movies, cuddle, kiss, talk, make love?”
“Don’t you want to celebrate with your family and friends?”
“I do and I will celebrate my birthday with them, but tomorrow. Baby, we do not really have any time alone lately and I miss having lazy days with you. Can we please stay in?”
“If you want to. Just call your parents and friends and tell them not to expect anything.”
“Great, thanx Y/N.”
“It’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want to do. By the way, it seems like we do not have a cake then. How about we bake one? And I forgot to give you my present.”
“Babe, I told you that I do not want any presents at all. You are a present, you are the most important present in my life, I don’t really need anything.” He kissed you.
“I know, but I thought that maybe you would want to see a new car standing outside.”
“You bought me a car?!” He looked shocked and happy.
“Maybe…”
“Oh my God!!!” He immediately ran downstairs and ran around the car touching it and laughing and screaming. You just stood there awestruck. He was so happy and cute.
“Baby, this is the best gift that you could’ve bought me. You are the best! I love you so so much!!!” He kissed you, lifted you from the ground and spun you around. You just laughed at him. After that you baked a cake, that was really delicious (you were surprised that it turned out to be so good). Then you cuddled on the couch and watched his favorite movies. When it was time for dinner you ordered Chinese, mostly because Justin was too lazy to order something else, after the dinner Justin had birthday sex (with you of course), which he was extremely happy about, then he was walking around the house in his boxers singing “Birthday Sex” and dancing. When you were laying in bed with him he said:
“Thank you.”
“For what?” You asked confused.
“For making this birthday perfect. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You kissed and fell asleep.
My Life Was A Fairytale - A Justin Bieber Story
CHAPTER TWO - CAN’T GET YOU OFF MY MIND
CHAPTER THREE - NO ORDINARY GIRL
CHAPTER FIVE - SO CRAZY IS THIS THING WE CALL LOVE
CHAPTER SIX - START OF SOMETHING NEW
CHAPTER EIGHT - WE’RE BOTH SO DISTANT NOW
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Been wanting to tell you this for a while
~Justin Bieber imagine~
*Justin’s pov
Today is the day. I can’t stop thinking of her. I want to be beside her, to kiss her, to call her mine… Before that, I need to figure out who’s gonna make her fall in love. I hate seeing her hurt. I need to tell her. I love her. She’s meeting me at the parc where we used to go everyday after school […]
She’s sitting next to a fountain throwing rocks. I can see that shes hurt in her eyes. She looks up at me as I walk up to her. I don’t let her say anything and begin :
” I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while. We got an amazing friendship that you dont wanna lose. I don’t wanna lose it either but I dont wanna lot I can’t stay sitting around while you’re hurting babe, so please take my hand. Did you know that it breaks my heart everytime to see you cry? I know a piece of you is gone. Everytime he’s done something wrong, I’d be the shoulder you’d be crying on. I know you’ve got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart. But you can’t fly unless you let yourself fall. And I promise you that I will catch you if you fall. I hope by the time that I’m done with this speech that I figure out who’s gonna make you fall in love.”
She keeps staring at me as the smile that had disseapered for months accrosses her face. She deeply looks into my eyes and says :
” You… Justin… You’re the one that makes me fall in love.”
She approaches her lips and kisses me…. passionately.
Justin Bieber Imagine
Justin was doing an important interview that day and he asked you to watch it at his place, because you didn’t make your relationship public yet. So basically no one knew about this, except for your and his friends and family. You were getting comfy on his couch with a bowl of ice cream when the interview started. Justin was looking very good, as always.
“So Justin, we know that you prefer not talking about your personal life, but your beliebers are dying to know if there’s a special someone in your life?”
“Um…yeah…well, there is someone special, yeah.” he smiled shyly.
“Oh my God is Justin Bieber actually blushing?”
“What? No!” Justin laughed and tried to hide his face from the camera. You laughed with him too, he was just too cute.
“So..tell us about her.”
“She’s gorgeous. And she’s so smiley, I love her smile and her eyes and her hair and her sense of humor, she understands me so well and she’s okay with my life style.”
“Well, she sounds like a great person.”
“She does indeed.” He was smiling all the time while was talking about you.
“We all know that you are leaving on the tour in a week, how will your girlfriend react?”
“That’s a very sensitive spot. We haven’t talked about that yet, but we both know that it won’t be easy. I am thinking about taking her with me, but at the same time she has to study. I don’t want to separate her from her friends and family, but I don’t want to lose her, if you know what I mean. Distance ruins relationship. We all know that, I hope that it is possible to make his work and I want this to work so bad.”
“Hopefully everything will be great between you two.”
“Yeah.”
“Why her?”
“Oh…I can be myself around her. I don’t have to pretend that I am someone else. I can be crazy, cracking stupid jokes, saying cheesy things, she just loves me and she makes me feel loved and I am doing everything I can to make her feel the same way that she makes me feel. Everything is so natural with her, it feels like I am doing the right thing, like I am doing what I have to do. it feels…right, I guess. She’s also a great friends, all of us have those days when we are down and when we just want to be alone, you know what I am talking about…she helps me. She, my family, friends and my beliebers are the most important people in my life.”
“That’s a wrap. Thanks for coming Justin!”
“Thank you for having me.”
A Twist in My Story: Chapter One
This time won’t you save me?
This time won’t you save me?
Baby I could feel myself givin’ up
Givin up
Hazy. That’s the word she’s been looking for all this time.
She did not want to remember anything – because it simply hurt to do so. She preferred to see the current haziness that she was seeing, rather than the real nightmare that was keeping her up at night.
Lights. Glass. Blood.
Dior Bieber let out a small sob before she opened her green eyes. She blinked once, twice. Thrice for good measure. It appears that she’s in a hospital room. Dior looked around for first time. White walls. White ceiling. A single window and a locked door.
She looked at her hands — there are cuts and a few bruises. She groaned automatically, now much more aware of the pain from her sore hands and body. She noticed a hospital wristband attached to her bruising arm. It says “mentally disoriented”.
She gasped. What in the world? But she was alive, but not so much. She survived, she thought — and that was a good thing. Well if you call being tied up in your own bed surviving.
She struggled to forget, but it felt like all her efforts were a waste.
Dior shifted uncomfortably under her restraints. She wondered silently why the hell she was tied down. Where is everybody? She doesn’t like the feeling of being alone. As if to answer her question, she heard shouting outside her door. There’s no mistaking who that is.
“I need to see her! Please let me in!” he half-shouted at the woman.
“She’s not in a stable condition right now! You might get hurt,” the woman spat back. Dior thought — why would Justin get hurt? Why…
“Oh,” she said quietly, almost like a whisper.
Apparently, she was dangerous.
She could not shake the feeling that she had been in and out of consciousness for a while, since she had no idea what was going on. Maybe it was the sedatives, she thought. Dior tuned out the shouting outside to focus on her own hazy thoughts.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
“Dior?” Justin approached her slowly. She did not respond. She simply turned her head towards his direction, just to get a good look of her husband. Dior blinked.
“Why the fucking hell is she tied up? Is she going to be fine? How long is she going to be here?” Justin asked the old nurse frantically. She gave him no answer. “God damn it,” he hissed under his breath as he pushed the button beside Dior’s bed to call for a doctor.
“How are you feeling?” Justin asked her, as he moved towards his wife. He touched her hand tentatively, and seeing that she did not recoil, he held it tight.
Dior did not answer. She just didn’t know how she felt at the moment. She just opted to look at Justin, who was studying her intently and was in a tensed state. She risked a glance up his eyes and saw that he was not sleeping well. Hell, if she were in his position, she’d camp out in his hospital room. Not that the doctors would let her, of course, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t press the issue.
A minute of awkward silence later, the doctor arrived. “What seems to be the problem?” He asked with a frown as he surveyed his surroundings.
“How long is she going to be here? Please take off these things, doctor. My wife is not dangerous,” Justin said sternly, as he rubbed Dior’s ice cold hand. He wondered if she was taken care of properly here. Thankfully the restraints that were put on her arms and legs weren’t too tight to give her bruises, or I swear to god I will shut this place down, he thought to himself.
The doctor looked ready to argue, but he did the wisest decision to not provoke a row and just nodded at the nurse who immediately followed Justin’s request. After the restraints were removed, Dior did not move an inch. She rather felt uncomfortable to have three people waiting for her to do something else than just blink and breathe – which she was unwillingly doing – but she just could not move. And she had a gut feeling that this isn’t from the sedatives they made her take.
She just lost the will to live.
Justin eyed Dior warily. She looks as pale as a sheet, even more so with her messy head of black hair. Her green eyes looked tired, and as she looked back at his hazel ones, she knew that he was feeling tired himself. All the stressed caused by what happened was obviously taking its toll on both of them.
It’s only been two days but still it feels like an eternity for him to wait for her, as she just came into full consciousness. Doctors say she’s been zoning out a lot, and they tried to teach her some words that could bring her back, he just couldn’t point out what they were.
“When?” Justin asked again, still looking at her with longing and sadness.
“Whenever she’s ready,” the doctor said, still eyeing his patient. She has been silent for a long while, and according to earlier records and stories from her previous doctors, Dior Bieber was one of the most cheerful and lively persons that they have encountered. Was.
Sometimes, people just snap.
“We’ll just leave you to it,” he said as he motioned for his colleague to go with him outside and shut the door behind them both. He would stay around this area – just in case.
When Dior was not crying herself to sleep – which was most of the time – she thought about the “happy” memories that she had with her husband and son. The memories keep her alive, she thinks. She was sure of it. But things change. So much. And when they do, you can’t help but stare at it in the face and just accept it. She knows the feeling. Change is a rather frightening thing. Both she and Justin have been altered severely by… she could not finish the thought.
She would not think of it. Not now. She can’t lose it now. She vaguely remembered her psychiatrist telling her to repeat these exact words to herself whenever her world was slipping.
Her name was Dior Bieber, she was 25 years old and married to Justin Bieber. She has a son, his name is Gale…
“Where’s Gale?” she asked quietly, and almost immediately after she said the name of their beloved three-year-old she saw pain in Justin’s eyes that he could not hide from her. She swallowed a sob and squeezed Justin’s arm.
“Dior…” he said, his eyes glazed with unshed tears. He needed to be strong for his wife. He was all she has. Justin extended his arms and Dior slowly sat up and got in them, as he engulfed her in a fierce hug.
Dior’s mind was racing as she struggled to make sense of Justin’s reactions. Oh dear… surely not? Was her son hurt? Was he alright? Is he okay? Will she see him soon?
“Dior,” he repeated, although quietly now. He stared at her emerald green eyes that were full of tears. She had to know. She was his mother. He could not bring himself to say the words. So he just shook his head, as he finally let the tears go. It was too painful to keep his feelings to himself. He has done it a lot in the past, yes, but this, this is different. It was too much.
And that was when she started screaming. She kicked and scratched at everything. She could not accept that her son was gone. He could not be gone. He could not be gone, no. She would not accept it. Never will.
She heard Justin shout in agony as he held her while she was thrashing around. The doctor was immediately before her and she felt a stinging sensation on her right leg. As the stinging went down, the haziness was back up again. She felt like she was seeing through a cloud. “Don’t leave me,” she breathed as her eyes forcefully shut close.
“Never,” she barely heard his reply to her plea, as the medication kicked in again.
Her name was Dior Bieber, 25 years old, married to Justin Bieber. She had a son, his name was Gale.
He is now dead.
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I'm Okay (One Shot)
Selena POV
I was so exited for my concert tonight. I wish Justin was here, I miss him so much. We talk everyday but I know he would come if he could. My stomach has been killing me but I have been ignoring it. I’m not gonna cancel my show and I don’t want people to worry.
I was doing rehearsals for and hour and now I’m going on break. So I went to my dressing room to rest up.
“Mhhhh” I let out a small groan. My is really starting to hurt and I don’t know what to do.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
“Come in” I said to the person on the other side if the door. I sat up and started choosing my make up that I wanted use for my show, trying to look like I’m not in pain.
“Selena?” It was my mother.
“Yeah?” I asked her still looking at my make up. My stomach hurts so much, but I don’t want to tell my mother I don’t want her to worry. And she over exaggerates everything.
“Honey you need to get changed you have a meet n greet in twenty minutes” she said and I nodded and my face scrunched up in pain.
“Sel ,baby what’s wrong?” My mom asked me while she came over to me and started to rub circles on my back with a hint of worry in her voice.
“Nothing” I said and I went to go get changed.
*45 minutes later*
Thankfully I just got back to my dressing room and bit I had to get ready for my show. My stomach is getting worse and if I tell someone I’m scared they might cancel my show. But hopefully the pain will go away soon.
Justin POV
I was on a plane to Norway, I’m going to surprise my baby at her show tonight. I’ve been missing her so damn much. The best part is I told her I couldn’t come to her show so she had no idea.
We are about to land and I am pumped. I can’t wait to spend time with Selena. The crew is here with me, Selena is like family to them.
*Buzz Buzz*
“Hello?” I said into my phone without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey Justin it’s Mandy, did you land yet?” She asked me with a little worry in her voice. I loved Mandy. She was like a second mom.
“We’re landing now Mandy. Is something wrong?” I said into the phone as I put on my shoes.
“It’s Sel something’s wrong, I think she’s sick but she won’t talk to me.” She told me getting a little more worried. I’m a little worried myself. I didn’t want my baby to be sick.
“Mandy I will be at the Venue in about 15 minutes” I said.
We just landed and I nearly jumped of the plane and headed to the Venue.
Selena POV
My stomach has gotten much worse and I am on the verge of tears. My show starts in an hour and a half. I know or at least hoping I can make it through the show.
The pain is driving me crazy. I walked to the couch to lay down and i couldn’t get comfortable. I curled up into the fetus position and figured out that if i breathe real slow it somewhat helps the pain, and my stomach actually hurts less.
*10 minutes later…*
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
“Come in” I yelled from the couch with my eyes closed. Whoever it was i was hoping they’d stop at the door because i really didn’t want anybody to see me like this and i really didn’t want to get up.
I heard footsteps coming closer to me. Then i felt a pair of strong hands caressing my face. Those familiar hands i felt before. My eyes snapped open to see Justin.
“BABY WHA-” he cut me off and crashed his lips to mine. I missed him so much and i can’t believe he is here! I missed those lips as much as i missed him. He cradled my face until we pulled away for air.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” i asked all excited. Im so happy he is here.
” I came to surprise you baby. I missed you. Baby are you okay?” he asked me his excitement turning to worry.
“Yeah Justin im fine wh-“
“Don’t lie to me Selena Marie your mom called me telling me she is worried about you. And i can tell by the look on your face that something is wrong. Baby you need to tell me what’s wrong so i can help you.” he said to me. I didn’t want him to worry but i guess he knew me to well.
“Fine, my stomach has been hurting really bad that if i hold my stomach really tight it won’t hurt as much. But its probably nothing.” i told him and flashed him a small smile.
“Baby do you want medicine,do we need to go to the hospital? do you nee-” I cut him off with a light kiss because i didn’t want him to get sick.
“Justin its nothing i promise. Thank you baby i love you.” i reassured him while rubbing his face in between my thumbs.
“Selena i love you so much it’s unreal”. he smiled and kissed me but i quickly pulled away.
“I don’t want you to get sick babe.” i looked at him and he cupped my face bringing my lips back to his. Then pulled away to mumble against my lips.
“oh well”
Yep he’s gonna be sick.
