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