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Justin Bieber AU: Justin is having a hard time dealing with your decision to break up.
Y/N watched as the green line on the heart monitor went dead. She knew he was gone and there was nothing more that could be done.
At 89 years old her grandfather had lived a full, joyous life filled with nothing but great memories. He was strong, and sturdy but lung cancer had deteriorated him into a bed ridden, tiered man just waiting for the day to come. His life had become so dependent on that little green line these past couple of months. And it still baffled her how it could hold so much meaning. As long as it was constantly up or down it was fine, he was fine. Once it was horizontal and unmoving it was done and he was gone.
She had made sure to say her goodbye’s beforehand, after all he had been the one to refuse to have any further procedures done. Y/N understood knowing her grandfather had fought long enough. He deserved to rest, In paradise. Wherever that might be.
Kissing his still warm forehead she whispered a last ‘I love you’ before quietly making her way out of his hospital room.
Pulling out her phone she dialed her only source of comfort. Her almost one year boyfriend, Justin Bieber. He was away on tour. In a country in Europe.
Which? She wasn’t sure. It seemed as if it was a new one every day and considering the time zone difference she wasn’t sure exactly what day or time it was there.
Running her fingers across the cool window of the sterilized hospital she knew that after the fourth ring he was not going to answer.
This had been the third time he had forwarded her call, sixth if you count the times he had answered but had to hang up seconds later in just the past two days.
Sure she understood. Y/N knew that he was busy, I mean what celebrity isn’t but she also knew that he had a responsibility as a boyfriend to be there when needed.
And here she was, needing him. Justin nowhere to be found.
At first it was easy to understand, alright an interview, okay he has to sign autographs, oh he has to perform? I’ll just call back later.
Simple things like that.
But as her grandpa got worse his replies became more and more distant. She longed for Justin’s comfort and presence. Something that he could not provide at the moment leaving her frustrated. She was already crying and at the lack Justin’s comfort she was now sobbing.
Justin didn’t end up getting back to her till that night. After the funeral arrangements had been made and she was now in her home, feeling empty and alone.
After denying his call for the third time, not wanting to talk, she decided to answer. Knowing how persistent he was he wouldn’t stop calling till she did so.
"Hello?" She asked her voice hoarse from crying.
"Baby? You alright?" Justin had knowing about Y/N’s grandpa’s condition and by the sound of her voice he knew it hadn’t gone well. Dismissing everyone from his dressing room he locked the door making sure he had his full attention on her. Something that hadn’t happened at all once in the past four months.
"No Justin. I’m not. I need you and you aren’t here," she chocked out. Feeling the dam of tears about to break.
She knew she was being a bit too over dramatic maybe even childish but she couldn’t help it. Y/N was emotionally exhausted and couldn’t handle it anymore.
"I can’t do this anymore," she finally admitted. The words filled the other end of the receiver leaving Justin’s end of the call silent.
He knew those words where coming, they always did. But with Y/N it was different he didn’t just feel guilt for putting her through all that he did but he felt sadness too. He felt anger. He felt frustration. He wanted to be there and where he was all at once. He wanted to comfort her and take photos with fans all at once. He wanted to perform and hold her in his arms all at once.
But he knew that wasn’t possible.
He had a duty as a performer to do just that but he also had a duty as a boyfriend. And it seemed that lately he couldn’t fulfill both.
"Can we please just talk?" He begged trying to get her to stay.
"No, I’m sorry. Goodbye Justin,"
As he heard her words he knew she was already gone.
It had now been almost 6 months since Y/N and Justin broke up. Both going their separate ways. Y/N kept going to school trying to distract her heartache with her studies. While Justin turned to work and parties to forget his pain. He hadn’t been allowed to fly over to America mid tour leaving him with frustration and anxiety.
After his split with Y/N he developed a strong disliking toward paparazzi. Not that he was very fond of them before but Justin felt that it was partially their fault as to why he lost his precious girlfriend and then later realized that it wasn’t just their fault it was the whole life style’s and for a while he refused to realize that blaming it solely on himself.
Once he did he began rebelling. Any way he could toward the media.
The worse it seemed the better.
He was still good, on the inside. But if the media wanted a train reck he would give them just that.
It became almost like a game, the ‘fame game’ he would call it. He would try to out do himself in a continuous rebellion until he was just tiered of it.
So there he was six months later. After almost five of those where filled with a rebellious teenager wanting nothing more than to experience life in peace. He wanted to feel, but he couldn’t.
Justin wanted to stay in his room all day, he wanted to mourn his heartbreak. Mend his broken heart, but he couldn’t.
He wanted to go see her, hold her in his arms one last time. But he couldn’t. All the things regular teenagers did felt so strange and foreign, but he longed to do them. To be normal.
He would be doing his first real interview since those six months and he was a bit nervous.
He had a lot riding on this. A lot of people counting on him. So as the interview started and the usual dreadful questions began he made sure to think of an appropriate answer for each. Not revealing too much yet not saying too little.
Then the topic he was most nervous about discussing. He had hopped it wouldn’t come up but it did. At the mention of Y/N’s name he felt the ache in his heart reemerge. It was still so raw. Like an open wound. And the more the interviewer remained on the topic the more the ache grew.
When asked if he still had feelings for her he bit the inside of his cheek and answered with a yes.
Briefly explaining what had happened between them he apologized for digressing, the interviewer doing nothing but allowing him to continue. After all this was never before heard information.
Y/N folded laundry when Justin’s name flashed across the tv screen.
She tried to find the remote under the pile of clean laundry to change the channel but to her dismay it wasn’t there.
She had no choice but watch Justin’s flawless features grow serious at the mention of her name. As the interviews asked if he still loved her. Yes he murmured.
She stopped folding stunned at his answer. It was strange how then she realized she felt the same.
Even after they had stopped communicating and after she had relentlessly tried to get over him it didn’t happen. Even when it seemed like whatever Justin she knew before was gone.
Somewhere something inside of her urged her to make it work. She began noticing all the little things she could’ve done better to improve Justin’s situation. She could’ve flown to him a lot more, she could’ve helped keep track of his timezone so he wouldn’t have to call her at all hours of the night or she call him at all hours also.
There was so much more she felt she could’ve given to their relationship leading her to feeling guilty about how it needed.
I shouldn’t have been so hard on him she thought.
And then sighed wanting nothing more than to go back and change the ending of their story.
Feeling her phone buzz at her side she turned and answered without hesitation.
On the other end of the line Justin nervously bit his bottom lip. He had finally gotten the courage to call and once he heard her voice he was flat out of words to say.
"Hello?" Y/N asked once more bringing him back to the conversation he instantly replied.
"Hey," he paused gathering his thoughts then spoke once more. "I’m sorry," they both said simultaneously earning a small chuckle from both ends. The conversation then went serious.
"I should’ve been more understanding," she explained.
"No, you where right. I should’ve made more time for you, for us."
"So…" She trailed off unsure of where this was headed.
"So…" He then repeated a grin curving into his lips.
"Listen, uh these past months have been hell without you. I’m willing to do whatever to make it work… Would you give me a second chance?" He asked hopeful and he could hear her smile.
"That sounds perfect,"
"Alright I’ll pick you up in fifteen," she had forgotten he was in LA making the situation even better as Y/N hurried off to get ready.
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So I was in stratford a couple weeks ago and obviously i went to the Avon Theatre to see Justin’s star. I don’t know if you guys can see clearly around justin’s star but it’s very dirty, people probably spit their gum on it or around it on purpose, people throw their drinks on it. I can’t understand how people can do that. I mean this is a symbol and a reminder for him, Justin is one of the only artists who are still talking about the town he comes from and still give a damn about it and people thanks him with spitting or destroying his star? I can’t tell how much this is a disrespectful thing to do. Haters say Justin’s an asshole and a bad person but who’s worst? seriously.
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I DONT THINK HE UNDERSTANDS WHAT HE DOES TO ME
THEY KEEP GETTING HOTTER AND HOTTER
I DONT UNDERSTAND I CANT FUCKING HANDLE THIS
WHY DOES HE DO THIS TO ME
I NEED TO BREATHE BUT I FORGOT HOW
WE NEED TO START A GROUP ON HOW TO BREATHE OVER THIS
AND WHEN HE GOES SHIRTLESS AND A BEANIE OH MY GOD
HE NEEDS TO STOP
JUSTIN IM GOING TO DIE
I KNOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CANT HANDLE THIS