Justin Bieber

Even though آپ try, it’s obvious that آپ don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as آپ clutch the covers even tighter to your body. آپ inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. آپ don’t want to be, but آپ just can’t help it. Sniffling, آپ bury your face into the تکیا and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. آپ look over at his side of the بستر and although آپ know what’s waiting - your دل still sinks when آپ notice it’s empty.

You and Justin had a huge fight and when آپ look back...

Straightening your dress, آپ look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as آپ see just how many شائقین and reporters it is out there. آپ look up to the rear-view mirror when آپ hear your driver clear his throat.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. آپ look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, آپ پرس, تھیلی your lips.

“Thank you, John.” آپ say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.

Grabbing your purse, آپ plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers...