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