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