Letting out a deep sigh, u rub your temples in frustration. Your father had just called u to tell u that your mom had been admitted to the hospital because of a serious cough she had gotten. u are currently on tour with your boyfriend, Justin, and u can’t do anything about it. Your phone beeps and u receive yet another ‘are u okay?’ text from one of your cousins who had obviously also gotten the message. u let out a small shriek, wanting to just fall asleep and forget everything. u and your mom had always been close but u had recently started talking less when u had gone to visit Justin for a couple of months while he was on tour. It wasn’t that your mom loved u less for visiting him, rather the opposite. She was proud of u and Justin and your relationship with him. She was happy to see that u both worked hard to make the long distance relationship work. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Justin asks suddenly, making u lash your head around to locate the sound. Justin looks at u concernedly and when u meet his gaze, he immediately sits down beside u on the hotel room couch. “Nothing.” u sigh, “It’s just that… Dad just called and… He zei tha-that mom’s in the hospital. She was admitted today because of a bad cough. I don’t know what’s happening, Justin! I-I’m supposed to be there for her but I’m here, halfway across the world. I-” Before u can say more, Justin has u wrapped up in his embrace as sobs wrecks through your body. He sneaks one of his hands under your t-shirt and rubs your back while the other is stroking your hair. “Shh…” He whispers softly as u cry into his shirt. He eventually pulls away and places his hands on your shoulders, forcing u to look directly at him. “It’s going to be okay. [Y/M/N] is strong, u know that. Remember that time when we were in 5th grade and she broke her ribs when she fell down the stairs?” u nod slowly, sniffing. u still can’t see where he’s going with this. “She was up and going the minuut the doctor gave her the okay. She’ll be fine, [Y/N]. I promise.” Justin offers u a small smile as he wipes the few tears, which are still falling from your eyes, with his thumb. “Thank you,” u whisper, your voice hoarse. “Thank u for always being there for me. Thank u for loving me like u promised in 3rd grade. I love you.” “I love you, too, [Y/N].”