Letting out a deep sigh, toi rub your temples in frustration. Your father had just called toi to tell toi that your mom had been admitted to the hospital because of a serious cough she had gotten. toi are currently on tour with your boyfriend, Justin, and toi can’t do anything about it. Your phone beeps and toi receive yet another ‘are toi okay?’ text from one of your cousins who had obviously also gotten the message. toi let out a small shriek, wanting to just fall asleep and forget everything. toi and your mom had always been close but toi had recently started talking less when toi had gone to visit Justin for a couple of months while he was on tour. It wasn’t that your mom loved toi less for visiting him, rather the opposite. She was proud of toi and Justin and your relationship with him. She was happy to see that toi both worked hard to make the long distance relationship work. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Justin asks suddenly, making toi lash your head around to locate the sound. Justin looks at toi concernedly and when toi meet his gaze, he immediately sits down beside toi on the hotel room couch. “Nothing.” toi sigh, “It’s just that… Dad just called and… He a dit tha-that mom’s in the hospital. She was admitted today because of a bad cough. I don’t know what’s happening, Justin! I-I’m supposed to be there for her but I’m here, halfway across the world. I-” Before toi can say more, Justin has toi wrapped up in his embrace as sobs wrecks through your body. He sneaks one of his hands under your t-shirt and rubs your back while the other is stroking your hair. “Shh…” He whispers softly as toi cry into his shirt. He eventually pulls away and places his hands on your shoulders, forcing toi to look directly at him. “It’s going to be okay. [Y/M/N] is strong, toi know that. Remember that time when we were in 5th grade and she broke her ribs when she fell down the stairs?” toi nod slowly, sniffing. toi still can’t see where he’s going with this. “She was up and going the minute the doctor gave her the okay. She’ll be fine, [Y/N]. I promise.” Justin offers toi a small smile as he wipes the few tears, which are still falling from your eyes, with his thumb. “Thank you,” toi whisper, your voice hoarse. “Thank toi for always being there for me. Thank toi for loving me like toi promised in 3rd grade. I l’amour you.” “I l’amour you, too, [Y/N].”