Author's Chapter Notes:
Ok guys here's another chapter. It's not really exciting It's just a filler. I forgot to say it but the previous chapter was a little tribute to Pattie. She had a terrible , horrible. life. If you guys go on youtube and write her full name Pattie mallette you will see a 4 part interview she did about her life. If you watch it, tell me what you thought. I'm glad she's happier now.
On with the story
The secret was out of the bag. There was no way around it. I would have never wished for this to happen but what was done is done. The world now knew about me and Justin.
Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as I thought.
It was worse.
It was drastically horrific. Paparazzi chased after me everywhere I went. A great deal of his fans currently hated me. For the past day, I had words such as, ugly, bitch, whore addressed to me. This entire incident was highly traumatic at first but then came the words of the one person, I knew could make everything OK.
* Flashback*
"Yo this Justin, I can't take your call right now so, leave a message and I'll holla back at you later."
(Beep)
"Justin? Baby, sorry I'm late. I had a little laundry issue, but I'll be here in a few minutes." I hastily spoke as I tried to fasten my speed. I was only a few blocks away, hoping to arrive as late as possible. I dropped my phone in the moment of rush and bent down to pick it up when suddenly something awoke one of my senses.
Steps. Multiple sounds of hurried steps, approaching in my direction. I looked up to see what was causing this racket.
The next thing I knew, I was being surrounded by paparazzi. The lights from their cameras flashing into my eyes. The repeated questions. Are you Justin's Girlfriend? What's your name? How old are you? How long have you two been dating? What is your relationship like?
I felt as if I was going to explode. How did they find out? How do they know about...us?
I was glued to the ground where I was standing. Life seemed to go in a slow motion. I felt a pair of strong hands rest on my shoulders then tightly grabbed them and pulled me behind him. Kenny, Justin's bodyguard was fighting off the Hollywood mob and slowly we moved out of the crowd. He quickly agilely, pushed me into the car, closing the door.
"There's nothing to see here." he yelled at the crowd before getting in the car himself.
"What is this?" he asked me puzzled. I shook my head in apprehension. "I don't know, I didn't do or say anything. All I know is that, somehow, all these paparazzi knew I was Justin's girlfriend.
He could sense the panic in my voice. "Hang on," I begun. "Why aren't you with Justin?"
"Right, he's the one who asked me to pick you up. He says he needed to talk to you."
"Maybe he knows what's going on?" I prayed.
It didn't take long before we arrived at the record label building. Kenny directly lead me to the fourth floor. When I saw him, I quickly ran and hugged him.
"Oh my god what happened? Where you attacked by fans?" He asked worriedly, looking at my hair. It was indeed messy due to the commotion from earlier. I shook my head.
"Are you okay?" He asked looking into my eyes pushing my hair behind my ears.
"Yeah, I'm fine, It's just...there were a few paparazzi and."
"Already huh?" he chuckled.
"Aiight, I gotta bounce" Kenny said
"Thanks man" Justin shouted out to him
"No problem," He answered as he exited.
Justin stared back at me. He took a deep breath as he held my hands in his.
"You're not going to like it, but might as well tell you now."
"Justin, what's going on?" I asked, confused.
"Earlier on, during my interview, Melanie, the host, showed some pictures of us and that's pretty much all she needed to do to convince everyone that we were dating."
"Oh." I answered
"So, Are you mad?" Justin asked, as if he was mostly expecting a confirmation of his fears.
"No, not really," I sighed " It was bound to happen sooner or later." I continued as I sat on a couch staring at my little fingers. "I'll be honest. I'm not ready for an open relationship but I'll try. It can't be that bad."
*** End of Flashback****
But it was bad. There was hate videos. Hate mail. Hate text messages. I had to change my phone number. I wasn't the only one getting fed up with it either. Even Justin was losing his patience with the eager surroundings. He received a lot of hate messages on his twitter. I read some of them while he was taking a shower. There was little variety when it came to what his fans had to say.
JBfangirl : Just no NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOO! DONT DATE THAT FREAK! I WONT LET U !
ILOvebiebs : that bitch looks UGLY
beliebergirl89: SHE IS A BITCH SHE SHOULD BE ARESTED
jessicaBieber : Stupid Bitch How dare she date him. I fucking hate her!
nanalovesjustin : Why is he with her! I'm wayy preettier than her. What a whore
smileyysss : I bet she's only with him cuz he's famous.
Mandyandjb: sheesh give them sum privacy!
lisajonas: She's probably a slut, have fun bieber ;)
It was heart breaking but irritating, provocative, infuriating. How dared they? I mean I knew he had a lot of fans and they cared about him but this? This is mental. I felt outraged.
"Damn it !" I raged as I slammed my fist onto the desk.
"Please don't tell me your reading my twitter page." Justin's voice came behind me, making me jump.
"I-I was just..."
"Look, I know my fans can be too passionate about my life, but I promise in a couple of weeks it'll die down." He promised. Weeks? I thought. Interesting.
"Ok" I resigned, as I got in bed . Justin typed something into his twitter account.
"Look, I know you guys care about me but this is my private life. STOP Hating on MIA. please. "
"Goodnight, bieber," I mockingly said
"Good night, Welsh." He replied back.
"Come here." I said as I grabbed the collar of his shirt.
It was a peaceful night. I held Justin in my arms and I knew that he was always going to be there for me no matter what. I was happy. :)
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