bieber SEXY!! los cabos mexico jan- 2012

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

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

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

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

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

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