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