justin bieber,2017

Another groan escapes your lips and wewe clutch your stomach as if to stop the pain. You’re lying in bed, wrapped up in your covers. As an attempt to soothe the pain, wewe rock slightly back and forth. Nothing helps and wewe let out a helpless wail again. After doing this, wewe inwardly scold yourself for sounding like a sick whale.

You hear a chuckle from the door and whip your head around to glare at the person - already knowing too well who it belonged to. You’re met with Justin’s very amused face and wewe send him a cold stare, letting him know that he was on his way towards deep water....

With trembling fingers, wewe reach for it and slowly lift it closer so it’s easier to inspect. Once wewe trace your eyes over it, wewe feel your heartbeat quicken. wewe don’t know what to feel; happiness au fear. Tons of different feelings bubbles through your body and wewe let out a shaky breath. What would Justin think? Would he accept it? All of the negative and and positive maswali swarm your mind and you’re left helpless.

You come to the conclusion that wewe need to tell him; wewe need to tell him today. When wewe glance up at the clock, your breath quickens again when wewe realize that...

wewe sit beside Justin on the couch, laptop on your lap while wewe scroll through your timeline on Twitter. Not finding anything interesting, wewe switch over to going through your mentions. A smile finds its way to your lips as wewe read through the tweets at the top, all of them flattering compliments. Your smile instantly turns into a frown however when wewe continue to read and find aq lot of rather hateful messages.

“@y/t/n is so ugly… I don’t understand why Justin is with her”
“@y/t/n ever thought about trying a diet? I don’t think it’d hurt. Lol”
“@y/t/n just kill yourself...