Love In The Lights (Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 62

JUSTIN’S POINT OF VIEW

She went just like that, she slipped through my fingers but it felt like there was nothing left for me to do. Did she not love me anymore; did she not feel those sparks I feel whenever we touch? I promised I would never give up on her, and I’m not going to, I need to get her back but I don’t know how. Tears were falling from my eyes furiously as I stood in the middle of the airport, broken and in tears people were staring at me like I was crazy and I didn’t disagree with them I am crazy. I’m crazy because I let her go and left her. She’s mine, I don’t care what anyone says, she’s mine nobody else’s. Mine. We are meant to be can she not see that? That we have to be together. She should be here with me, not anywhere else alone. What if she moves on from me and never wants to even see me again. Gathering my thoughts I turned on my heels and sprinted over to Scooter ‘I ne- I need t-to get to L-LA now’ I said through the sobs ‘Justin no’ Scooter said firmly staring at me ‘whatever has happened between you and YN will have to wait, you have a job to do and do not even think about kicking off because you know I’m right’ he sighed ‘fuck you Scooter, you know nothing’ I spat before walking off into my tour bus and slamming the door shut. My emotions changed from being heartbroken and upset to being angry and furious, this was all my fault I only had myself to blame, and I was angry about that, I was angry at everyone, all I wanted was for YN to be here with me… was that so hard? They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and they are right because now she is gone I’m lost I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.

There was a light knock at my door making me clench my door, didn’t anyone know that I wanted to be alone ‘FUCK OFF’ I yelled loudly to whoever was at the door ‘it’s Fredo’ he said calmly ‘FUCK OFF… FREDO’ I yelled once again ‘just letting you know we have a flight to catch’ he said before his footsteps became quieter and quieter telling me he had walked away. I grabbed my stuff before walking out of my tour bus, past everyone else and storming through the airport, ignoring anyone shouting my name or asking for a photo, I walked straight into my gate and onto my plane, it was my private jet so I was allowed to be on it whenever the fuck I wanted. ‘YOU NEED TO GET YOU ACT TOGETHER’ Scooter yelled at me as he walked onto the jet ‘I DON’T FUCKING CARE SCOOTER DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!?!?’ I screamed viciously and got up into his face ‘YOU BETTER START CARING BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO CHOICE YOU ARE NOT GOING HOME’ he said standing there as if he wasn’t scared of me. I clenched my jaw tight and balled up my fists ready to throw a punch at him when Kenny stopped me ‘Justin don’t’ he said sighing ‘fuck all of you’ I muttered before walking to the bedroom and lying down on the bed, as soon as my body hit the bed I cried once more, I have never cried over a girl before but then again YN isn’t just a girl to me. This was going to be harder thought, way harder.


YOUR POINT OF VIEW

As soon as I walked out of the gate I saw my mum standing there waiting for me, I quickened my pace until I was stood in front of her, she stared at me with caring eyes and just opened her arms wide for me and I instantly walked straight into them and cried once again. Anyone would have thought that I must be out of tears by now and honestly I thought I would be too, but no. I was so wrong, I needed someone to comfort me and my mum was there, just like she always was. ‘Come on, let’s get in the car’ mum said sweetly as she wiped the tears from my eyes carefully. I didn’t dare to look at what I looked like right now, because I knew that I would look a mess, with a red nose and mascara dripped all down my face. All I did when I got on the plane was cry, I need to stop crying but I just can’t help it, everybody was looking at me like I was crazy and insane but I wasn’t… I was heartbroken but the only problem was that nobody knew that, everyone still though that ‘America’s teen hottest couple’ were still together, happy, laughing, loving each other, but they were wrong. This had changed, we weren’t together anymore, we weren’t happy or laughing the only thing that hadn’t changed is that we still love each other. My heart is telling me that I did wrong and I should go back to him, but my mind is telling me that we need space, but what do I follow my head or heart? Right now I’m following my head; space must be good, if we are meant to be together then fate will bring us together, whatever is meant to be will be. 

My mum took my hand in hers just like when I was younger and guided me out of the airport as I kept my head down not wanting people to know that it was me because right now I don’t want to speak to anyone. My mum dragged me over to the baggage area and waited for my bags to appear ‘are you YN?’ a girl around thirteen asked, I wiped my eyes and smiled weakly before nodding ‘what’s your name?’ I asked trying to sound like I wasn’t crying when it was painfully obvious that I was ‘Emma’ she said smiling ‘what a pretty name’ I said smiling fake ‘thank you’ she smiled ‘I love you, I wish I looked like you’ she told me ‘wow thank you, but you truly are beautiful’ I told her making her giggle and look down ‘thank you’ she mumbled ‘welcome, here do you want me sign something?’ I asked her she nodded and pulled out some paper and a pen from her pocket I took the pen and wrote on it ‘to Emma nice meeting you! Lots of Love YN xxx’ I smiled before handing it back to her and giving her a hug before she jogged off back to her family. I wished I could have been truly happy for her, and I did try, but I just couldn’t nothing was working for me, I was alone. Well and truly alone. I had nobody. Once my bags arrived me and mum both took them in our hands before walking over to the doors and as soon as the doors opened and instantly I was blinded by the bright flashes coming from the thousands of the paparazzi standing there waiting for me. ‘ARE YOU NOW SINGLE?’ ‘WHERE’S JUSTIN?’ ‘WHY ARE YOU CRYING?’ ‘WHY ARE YOU BACK IN LA?’ were only some of the many questions being shot at me and just hearing his name brought many more tears to my eyes. My mum dragged me back into the airport and closed the door. Four security guards then came over to me and my mum and guided us back to the doors, but I wasn’t sure if was ready to face them, but I had no choice because already the security guards had the doors open and were pushing all the paparazzi out of the way and guiding both me and my mum through the car park. But having the security guards there didn’t stop the paps shouting questions at me, flashing there camera’s in my eyes making my life even harder than it already was.

After about five minutes of trying to get to my mums car we finally got there and we began to load my bags into the back, as I picked one of my bags up I saw something on my left hand shine against the sun light, I looked down at it and just stared. The promise ring, I made a promise to Justin that I would never leave him and he made the same promise to me. I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to cry again for the thousandth time today but for some reason I couldn’t help it, I just broke down in the middle of the car park, in front of people of the public, four security guards, my mum, but most importantly over thirty paparazzi who would show these pictures to everyone across the world. Now everyone was going to know that I was unhappy and going through a tough time, people are going to be asking me questions as to why, which will only make everything harder, I don’t want to tell people me and Justin are over. Why do I have to live every inch of my life in front of the eyes of everyone? ‘YN hunny go and sit in the car’ my mum whispered in my ear as she took my suitcase from my hands, I nodded before sniffling and walking over the front seat of the car. I climbed in and covered my face with my hands not wanting anyone to see me. I just want to shut myself off from the world. 

After explaining everything to my mum about Justin she told me to go and get some sleep. I agreed to it not sure what else to do, I slumped up to my room staring at my left hand, my eyes were glued to the promise ring, I didn’t want to take it off, I wasn’t ready to but the promise was already broken so what use was it? With all this in mind, I still didn’t take it off and I had no intentions of. I curled up in a ball when my door opened and in came in a little dog, looking so cute and sweet, Bell. She wasn’t my dog, she was mine and Justin’s dog, our dog, but I’m not sure how that will work considering we aren’t even together anymore. I let out another sob of tears before she jumped into bed with me under the covers. I turned on the TV and I have to admit that I wasn’t surprised when I saw that all the headlines were about, I kept the TV on and listened ‘Today model YN was seen leaving her possible EX BOYFRIEND Justin Bieber’s tour early and joining us here back in LA. She was seen in tears as she left the airport with her mum. Teen pop sensation Bieber didn’t look too good earlier as people snapped their pictures of him crying in the airport where sources tell us YN left. However later that day heartthrob Justin Bieber was seen stomping through the airport ignoring fans and people asking for pictures, not like Justin we say, but who knows what went on… is that the end of the hottest teen couple?’ she said before signing off. Great I haven’t even been home an hour and everything was already getting worse.