Smiling to yourself, آپ enter the apartment آپ and Justin moved into no مزید than a ماہ ago. It still felt slightly weird for آپ to share an apartment with someone else - and your boyfriend at that. آپ and Justin have been dating for almost six months now and although your family and دوستوں were skeptical for آپ to اقدام in with him so early into your relationship - it didn’t stop you. آپ loved Justin and he had told آپ countless times how he loved آپ too, although آپ had a hard time believing him. With Justin being away weeks at a time, surrounded سے طرف کی beautiful girls wanting him - آپ couldn’t help but feel that way.
After putting away the few groceries آپ had gotten while آپ were out, آپ toss your پرس, تھیلی carelessly down on the سوفی, لٹانا and plop yourself down اگلے to it. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the picture of آپ and Justin, taken the same دن that he had asked آپ to become his girlfriend. Smiling at the memory, آپ lean آگے and turn on your laptop.
Opening a new browser, آپ type in the address and wait for the site to pop up. The familiar Twitter logo appears in front of آپ and آپ quickly type in your نام کا صارف and password. The first thing آپ do - like always - is to check Justin’s Twitter. He was the reason آپ had made a Twitter account in the first place. آپ let your eyes scan his most حالیہ tweets.
@justinbieber: I don’t like being away from you…
@justinbieber: When u smile, I smile :)
آپ can’t keep the smile off of your face, knowing well that those tweets were meant for you. His شائقین know that آپ and Justin were together and سے طرف کی the responses to his tweets, it seemed like they knew the tweets were meant for آپ as well. Not bothering to actually read the responses, آپ go to check your own mentions.
آپ feel your throat tighten as your eyes scan the various, hateful tweets. آپ try your best to hold the tears back but they are threatening to fall. The regret wash over آپ like a ton of bricks because آپ should have seen this coming. آپ were Justin Bieber’s girlfriend and literally millions of other girls wanted to be in your place. آپ could easily see why they weren’t at peace with it but it didn’t make sense to آپ how someone آپ didn’t even know could want آپ dead. They had no idea what آپ were like as a person so how could they judge آپ so quickly? You’re startled when آپ hear the floorboards squeak behind you. “Babe?”
آپ don’t notice that آپ are crying before Justin gently wipes the salty tears away from your cheeks. Sobs quietly escapes your mouth and Justin immediately pulls آپ into his arms. Drawing comforting circles with his hand on your back, he keeps آپ close to him as آپ cry into his chest. Justin continues to whisper cute and soothing things into your ear, rocking آپ back and forth in his embrace. Eventually, آپ can’t keep your eyes open any longer and fall asleep in Justin’s arms. He smiles weakly to himself as he carries آپ upstairs to the بستر آپ both recently began to share. He tucks آپ 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 آپ wake up the اگلے morning, Justin is already gone and آپ know that he has gone to his early morning interview. Feeling sick and exhausted, آپ haul yourself out of بستر and slowly make your way downstairs. آپ لپیٹ, لفاف کریں yourself up in the blanket آپ had dragged with آپ and lazily reach for the remote. آپ switch through the different channels until آپ find the interview that Justin is on. A small smile finds its way to your lips until آپ suddenly remember what happened last night. Frowning slightly now, آپ decide to be quiet and listen to your boyfriend’s interview. آپ can’t bring yourself to pay much attention, seeing as you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, until آپ hear your name being spoken. آپ snap your head toward the TV and wait for the question. “And, Justin, we hear that آپ and the girlfriend moved in together. Something serious going on?” آپ watch as Justin bites his lip, deep in thought. He never جوابات سوالات about his private life and آپ 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 اقدام in with me if it wasn’t.” Justin laughs, “But… Sometimes I wish that I hadn’t.”
“And why is that? If آپ both love 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 ہوم last night, she was sitting with the laptop in her lap, sobbing because of all the hate she got on Twitter. It breaks my دل to see her like that, man. It really does. I love 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 love her, guys.”
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When Justin walks into the apartment later that night, he finds آپ asleep on the couch. Silently, he takes off his shoes and walks over to you. Scooping آپ up in his arms, he walks upstairs and gently placed آپ on the bed. Before he can walk away again, آپ reach out and grab his wrist weakly. He turns around quickly, obviously startled. “Thank you, Justin.”
“For what?” Justin asks, puzzled. آپ laugh quietly.
“For saying that in your interview.” آپ state simply, giving him a small smile. Justin smiles too, sitting down on the بستر beside you. He embraces آپ tightly, letting آپ rest your head on his chest. He kisses the سب, سب سے اوپر of your head and آپ can’t help but smile at how sweet your boyfriend is.
“I love you, [Y/N]. آپ know that, right? It hurts me to see آپ so upset because of me. I know that it isn’t really my fault either but it feels like it. I just want آپ to be happy and carefree like آپ were before we made our relationship public. Did آپ see what I wrote on Twitter?” آپ shake your head, furrowing your brows. Justin sighs playfully, finding his phone to دکھائیں 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 love her
“I love you, too, Justin.” آپ nuzzle further into his warm chest, “Thank you.”
After putting away the few groceries آپ had gotten while آپ were out, آپ toss your پرس, تھیلی carelessly down on the سوفی, لٹانا and plop yourself down اگلے to it. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the picture of آپ and Justin, taken the same دن that he had asked آپ to become his girlfriend. Smiling at the memory, آپ lean آگے and turn on your laptop.
Opening a new browser, آپ type in the address and wait for the site to pop up. The familiar Twitter logo appears in front of آپ and آپ quickly type in your نام کا صارف and password. The first thing آپ do - like always - is to check Justin’s Twitter. He was the reason آپ had made a Twitter account in the first place. آپ let your eyes scan his most حالیہ tweets.
@justinbieber: I don’t like being away from you…
@justinbieber: When u smile, I smile :)
آپ can’t keep the smile off of your face, knowing well that those tweets were meant for you. His شائقین know that آپ and Justin were together and سے طرف کی the responses to his tweets, it seemed like they knew the tweets were meant for آپ as well. Not bothering to actually read the responses, آپ go to check your own mentions.
آپ feel your throat tighten as your eyes scan the various, hateful tweets. آپ try your best to hold the tears back but they are threatening to fall. The regret wash over آپ like a ton of bricks because آپ should have seen this coming. آپ were Justin Bieber’s girlfriend and literally millions of other girls wanted to be in your place. آپ could easily see why they weren’t at peace with it but it didn’t make sense to آپ how someone آپ didn’t even know could want آپ dead. They had no idea what آپ were like as a person so how could they judge آپ so quickly? You’re startled when آپ hear the floorboards squeak behind you. “Babe?”
آپ don’t notice that آپ are crying before Justin gently wipes the salty tears away from your cheeks. Sobs quietly escapes your mouth and Justin immediately pulls آپ into his arms. Drawing comforting circles with his hand on your back, he keeps آپ close to him as آپ cry into his chest. Justin continues to whisper cute and soothing things into your ear, rocking آپ back and forth in his embrace. Eventually, آپ can’t keep your eyes open any longer and fall asleep in Justin’s arms. He smiles weakly to himself as he carries آپ upstairs to the بستر آپ both recently began to share. He tucks آپ 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 آپ wake up the اگلے morning, Justin is already gone and آپ know that he has gone to his early morning interview. Feeling sick and exhausted, آپ haul yourself out of بستر and slowly make your way downstairs. آپ لپیٹ, لفاف کریں yourself up in the blanket آپ had dragged with آپ and lazily reach for the remote. آپ switch through the different channels until آپ find the interview that Justin is on. A small smile finds its way to your lips until آپ suddenly remember what happened last night. Frowning slightly now, آپ decide to be quiet and listen to your boyfriend’s interview. آپ can’t bring yourself to pay much attention, seeing as you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, until آپ hear your name being spoken. آپ snap your head toward the TV and wait for the question. “And, Justin, we hear that آپ and the girlfriend moved in together. Something serious going on?” آپ watch as Justin bites his lip, deep in thought. He never جوابات سوالات about his private life and آپ 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 اقدام in with me if it wasn’t.” Justin laughs, “But… Sometimes I wish that I hadn’t.”
“And why is that? If آپ both love 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 ہوم last night, she was sitting with the laptop in her lap, sobbing because of all the hate she got on Twitter. It breaks my دل to see her like that, man. It really does. I love 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 love her, guys.”
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When Justin walks into the apartment later that night, he finds آپ asleep on the couch. Silently, he takes off his shoes and walks over to you. Scooping آپ up in his arms, he walks upstairs and gently placed آپ on the bed. Before he can walk away again, آپ reach out and grab his wrist weakly. He turns around quickly, obviously startled. “Thank you, Justin.”
“For what?” Justin asks, puzzled. آپ laugh quietly.
“For saying that in your interview.” آپ state simply, giving him a small smile. Justin smiles too, sitting down on the بستر beside you. He embraces آپ tightly, letting آپ rest your head on his chest. He kisses the سب, سب سے اوپر of your head and آپ can’t help but smile at how sweet your boyfriend is.
“I love you, [Y/N]. آپ know that, right? It hurts me to see آپ so upset because of me. I know that it isn’t really my fault either but it feels like it. I just want آپ to be happy and carefree like آپ were before we made our relationship public. Did آپ see what I wrote on Twitter?” آپ shake your head, furrowing your brows. Justin sighs playfully, finding his phone to دکھائیں 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 love her
“I love you, too, Justin.” آپ nuzzle further into his warm chest, “Thank you.”
