justin bieber 2016

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

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

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

“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. toi look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, toi bourse, sac à main your lips.

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

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