justin bieber, purpose world tour,2016

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

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

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

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

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

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