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

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

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

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

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

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