“If you go out of the back door sir, that way should be clear.” The owner of the restaurant told us. I was trying to hide the panic stricken look across my face from Justin. He worries so much already that I didn’t want to add to his stress. He always admitted to me how afraid he was that I was going to leave him over stuff like this.
“Y/N, you okay baby?” I nodded. “I’m going to get us home, just follow me.” He took my hand and the owner led us to the door, showing us the way out of the back alley. As soon as Justin stepped out, they descended. Like vultures, they snapped until could neither see nor hear over the roar of their questions. Congratulating him on my ass, my cup size, when was our anniversary, how was I in bed. Anything to get a rise out of him. I grasped onto his bicep willing him not to react, to give anyone anymore reason to shit all over him. The car seemed miles away. Suddenly I felt light-headed.
“Jay. Jay I c-can’t, i can’t breathe.” I unbuttoned my coat a little, loosening my scarf. Letting go of his hand was a bad decision. They circled around me, they’re flashes becoming more intense. I froze, closing my eyes and ears, willing myself to take a normal deep breath. I was well aware that I was hyperventilating. Strong arms wrapped around me.
“Y/N, baby I’m right here. It’s Jay!” He called into my ear trying to bring me back. I could hear the fear in his voice. He was choking back something he didn’t want the paps to see. “Y/N, I’m putting you in the car, okay?” He must’ve shut the door, because suddenly we were moving. I was still sobbing, trying to breathe, the seatbelt not helping. He carried me inside now, getting me a glass of water. The quiet and the dimness of our house already working. Justin had taken our coats off, and pulled off my shoes, pulling me onto his chest.
“It’s just us Y/N. It’s just us, I got us out of there.” He was rocking me. “I should’ve never let you let go of my hand.” My breathing slowed, the more he talked to himself. I took more sips of water, comforted by the sound of his heart beating.
“Please don’t leave me Y/N, I will die before I let them get that close to you again. I should’ve never put you in that situation.” He was crying softly.
“Shhhh, Jay. You helped me. And it will get better.” He looked down at me, kissing me softly.
Officially wrapped Scream Queens and chopped my hair off. My next career move is getting married in Vegas, releasing a pop album and attacking paparazzi as a part-time thing in the evenings. No one’s done that before, right?
karlie makes other celebrities look so dramatic like justin bieber has literally attacked paparazzi before and karlie just sticks her tongue out at them with an occasional wave and constant smile like wow i just love karlie kloss