justin bieber, purpose world tour,2016

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

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

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

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

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

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