Smiling to yourself, bạn enter the apartment bạn and Justin moved into no thêm than a tháng ago. It still felt slightly weird for bạn to share an apartment with someone else - and your boyfriend at that. bạn and Justin have been dating for almost six months now and although your family and Những người bạn were skeptical for bạn to di chuyển in with him so early into your relationship - it didn’t stop you. bạn loved Justin and he had told bạn countless times how he loved bạn too, although bạn had a hard time believing him. With Justin being away weeks at a time, surrounded bởi beautiful girls wanting him - bạn couldn’t help but feel that way.
After putting away the few groceries bạn had gotten while bạn were out, bạn toss your cái ví, ví tiền carelessly down on the đi văng and plop yourself down tiếp theo to it. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the picture of bạn and Justin, taken the same ngày that he had asked bạn to become his girlfriend. Smiling at the memory, bạn lean phía trước, chuyển tiếp and turn on your laptop.
Opening a new browser, bạn type in the address and wait for the site to pop up. The familiar Twitter logo appears in front of bạn and bạn quickly type in your tên người dùng and password. The first thing bạn do - like always - is to check Justin’s Twitter. He was the reason bạn had made a Twitter account in the first place. bạn let your eyes scan his most gần đây tweets.
@justinbieber: I don’t like being away from you…
@justinbieber: When u smile, I smile :)
bạn can’t keep the smile off of your face, knowing well that those tweets were meant for you. His những người hâm mộ know that bạn and Justin were together and bởi the responses to his tweets, it seemed like they knew the tweets were meant for bạn as well. Not bothering to actually read the responses, bạn go to check your own mentions.
bạn feel your throat tighten as your eyes scan the various, hateful tweets. bạn try your best to hold the tears back but they are threatening to fall. The regret wash over bạn like a ton of bricks because bạn should have seen this coming. bạn were Justin Bieber’s girlfriend and literally millions of other girls wanted to be in your place. bạn could easily see why they weren’t at peace with it but it didn’t make sense to bạn how someone bạn didn’t even know could want bạn dead. They had no idea what bạn were like as a person so how could they judge bạn so quickly? You’re startled when bạn hear the floorboards squeak behind you. “Babe?”
bạn don’t notice that bạn are crying before Justin gently wipes the salty tears away from your cheeks. Sobs quietly escapes your mouth and Justin immediately pulls bạn into his arms. Drawing comforting circles with his hand on your back, he keeps bạn close to him as bạn cry into his chest. Justin continues to whisper cute and soothing things into your ear, rocking bạn back and forth in his embrace. Eventually, bạn can’t keep your eyes open any longer and fall asleep in Justin’s arms. He smiles weakly to himself as he carries bạn upstairs to the giường bạn both recently began to share. He tucks bạn in and presses a Kiss to your temple. He walks back down and logs into his own Twitter account, feelings his anger slowly starting to boil in the pit of his stomach.
When bạn wake up the tiếp theo morning, Justin is already gone and bạn know that he has gone to his early morning interview. Feeling sick and exhausted, bạn haul yourself out of giường and slowly make your way downstairs. bạn bọc yourself up in the blanket bạn had dragged with bạn and lazily reach for the remote. bạn switch through the different channels until bạn find the interview that Justin is on. A small smile finds its way to your lips until bạn suddenly remember what happened last night. Frowning slightly now, bạn decide to be quiet and listen to your boyfriend’s interview. bạn can’t bring yourself to pay much attention, seeing as you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, until bạn hear your name being spoken. bạn snap your head toward the TV and wait for the question. “And, Justin, we hear that bạn and the girlfriend moved in together. Something serious going on?” bạn watch as Justin bites his lip, deep in thought. He never các câu trả lời các câu hỏi about his private life and bạn know that from his last girlfriend. But, Justin is full of surprises.
“Of course it’s serious, bro! I wouldn’t have asked her to di chuyển in with me if it wasn’t.” Justin laughs, “But… Sometimes I wish that I hadn’t.”
“And why is that? If bạn both tình yêu each other then it doesn’t hurt, right?” The interviewer asks.
“Not metaphorically speaking, no. But it hurts [Y/N] to be my girlfriend. When I came trang chủ last night, she was sitting with the laptop in her lap, sobbing because of all the hate she got on Twitter. It breaks my tim, trái tim to see her like that, man. It really does. I tình yêu my Beliebers but I just wish that they would consider that [Y/N] is a human being with feelings before they send her messages like that. It’s okay not to like her, but at least respect her. I tình yêu her, guys.”
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When Justin walks into the apartment later that night, he finds bạn asleep on the couch. Silently, he takes off his shoes and walks over to you. Scooping bạn up in his arms, he walks upstairs and gently placed bạn on the bed. Before he can walk away again, bạn reach out and grab his wrist weakly. He turns around quickly, obviously startled. “Thank you, Justin.”
“For what?” Justin asks, puzzled. bạn laugh quietly.
“For saying that in your interview.” bạn state simply, giving him a small smile. Justin smiles too, sitting down on the giường beside you. He embraces bạn tightly, letting bạn rest your head on his chest. He kisses the hàng đầu, đầu trang of your head and bạn can’t help but smile at how sweet your boyfriend is.
“I tình yêu you, [Y/N]. bạn know that, right? It hurts me to see bạn so upset because of me. I know that it isn’t really my fault either but it feels like it. I just want bạn to be happy and carefree like bạn were before we made our relationship public. Did bạn see what I wrote on Twitter?” bạn shake your head, furrowing your brows. Justin sighs playfully, finding his phone to hiển thị you.
@justinbieber: it hurts me to see her like that. Just remember that she’s a human being guys. She hurts and she cries. And I tình yêu her
“I tình yêu you, too, Justin.” bạn nuzzle further into his warm chest, “Thank you.”
After putting away the few groceries bạn had gotten while bạn were out, bạn toss your cái ví, ví tiền carelessly down on the đi văng and plop yourself down tiếp theo to it. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the picture of bạn and Justin, taken the same ngày that he had asked bạn to become his girlfriend. Smiling at the memory, bạn lean phía trước, chuyển tiếp and turn on your laptop.
Opening a new browser, bạn type in the address and wait for the site to pop up. The familiar Twitter logo appears in front of bạn and bạn quickly type in your tên người dùng and password. The first thing bạn do - like always - is to check Justin’s Twitter. He was the reason bạn had made a Twitter account in the first place. bạn let your eyes scan his most gần đây tweets.
@justinbieber: I don’t like being away from you…
@justinbieber: When u smile, I smile :)
bạn can’t keep the smile off of your face, knowing well that those tweets were meant for you. His những người hâm mộ know that bạn and Justin were together and bởi the responses to his tweets, it seemed like they knew the tweets were meant for bạn as well. Not bothering to actually read the responses, bạn go to check your own mentions.
bạn feel your throat tighten as your eyes scan the various, hateful tweets. bạn try your best to hold the tears back but they are threatening to fall. The regret wash over bạn like a ton of bricks because bạn should have seen this coming. bạn were Justin Bieber’s girlfriend and literally millions of other girls wanted to be in your place. bạn could easily see why they weren’t at peace with it but it didn’t make sense to bạn how someone bạn didn’t even know could want bạn dead. They had no idea what bạn were like as a person so how could they judge bạn so quickly? You’re startled when bạn hear the floorboards squeak behind you. “Babe?”
bạn don’t notice that bạn are crying before Justin gently wipes the salty tears away from your cheeks. Sobs quietly escapes your mouth and Justin immediately pulls bạn into his arms. Drawing comforting circles with his hand on your back, he keeps bạn close to him as bạn cry into his chest. Justin continues to whisper cute and soothing things into your ear, rocking bạn back and forth in his embrace. Eventually, bạn can’t keep your eyes open any longer and fall asleep in Justin’s arms. He smiles weakly to himself as he carries bạn upstairs to the giường bạn both recently began to share. He tucks bạn in and presses a Kiss to your temple. He walks back down and logs into his own Twitter account, feelings his anger slowly starting to boil in the pit of his stomach.
When bạn wake up the tiếp theo morning, Justin is already gone and bạn know that he has gone to his early morning interview. Feeling sick and exhausted, bạn haul yourself out of giường and slowly make your way downstairs. bạn bọc yourself up in the blanket bạn had dragged with bạn and lazily reach for the remote. bạn switch through the different channels until bạn find the interview that Justin is on. A small smile finds its way to your lips until bạn suddenly remember what happened last night. Frowning slightly now, bạn decide to be quiet and listen to your boyfriend’s interview. bạn can’t bring yourself to pay much attention, seeing as you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, until bạn hear your name being spoken. bạn snap your head toward the TV and wait for the question. “And, Justin, we hear that bạn and the girlfriend moved in together. Something serious going on?” bạn watch as Justin bites his lip, deep in thought. He never các câu trả lời các câu hỏi about his private life and bạn know that from his last girlfriend. But, Justin is full of surprises.
“Of course it’s serious, bro! I wouldn’t have asked her to di chuyển in with me if it wasn’t.” Justin laughs, “But… Sometimes I wish that I hadn’t.”
“And why is that? If bạn both tình yêu each other then it doesn’t hurt, right?” The interviewer asks.
“Not metaphorically speaking, no. But it hurts [Y/N] to be my girlfriend. When I came trang chủ last night, she was sitting with the laptop in her lap, sobbing because of all the hate she got on Twitter. It breaks my tim, trái tim to see her like that, man. It really does. I tình yêu my Beliebers but I just wish that they would consider that [Y/N] is a human being with feelings before they send her messages like that. It’s okay not to like her, but at least respect her. I tình yêu her, guys.”
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When Justin walks into the apartment later that night, he finds bạn asleep on the couch. Silently, he takes off his shoes and walks over to you. Scooping bạn up in his arms, he walks upstairs and gently placed bạn on the bed. Before he can walk away again, bạn reach out and grab his wrist weakly. He turns around quickly, obviously startled. “Thank you, Justin.”
“For what?” Justin asks, puzzled. bạn laugh quietly.
“For saying that in your interview.” bạn state simply, giving him a small smile. Justin smiles too, sitting down on the giường beside you. He embraces bạn tightly, letting bạn rest your head on his chest. He kisses the hàng đầu, đầu trang of your head and bạn can’t help but smile at how sweet your boyfriend is.
“I tình yêu you, [Y/N]. bạn know that, right? It hurts me to see bạn so upset because of me. I know that it isn’t really my fault either but it feels like it. I just want bạn to be happy and carefree like bạn were before we made our relationship public. Did bạn see what I wrote on Twitter?” bạn shake your head, furrowing your brows. Justin sighs playfully, finding his phone to hiển thị you.
@justinbieber: it hurts me to see her like that. Just remember that she’s a human being guys. She hurts and she cries. And I tình yêu her
“I tình yêu you, too, Justin.” bạn nuzzle further into his warm chest, “Thank you.”
