It contains 1D, 5SOS, Harries Twins, Little Mix, Cher Lloyd, Justin Bieber posts :D<3
"When you reaches that point in your life, there’ll be people out there waiting to see you fall.. sometimes you gotta grab matters into your own hands and you fly.."
I’m starting to have feels for this drummer boy damn
DAMN IT THIS NEEDS TO BE RBLOG
5sos makes me feel like
okay, so can i ask for an advice from you? my name's Selena, i'm 18 and i have never had sex with a guy before. my friends are teasing me about it in school and sometimes i just wished i had someone to shag and just go with the sex. what should i do?
first of all hi Selena :) (lol idk why im laughing *facepalm* maybe because you had the same name with Justin’s ex-gf which had probably fuck a lot of men) thank you for trusting me with your problem and uhm thanks for choosing me to be an adviser.
Sex is just not sex, well atleast for me. Especially if its your first time. so im suggesting you save your virginity to the right man. Not some random guy you just want to ‘shag’ because your friends are being an ass. I’m a virgin too so that makes the two of us a nun.. for now. Hahaha.. anyway dont rush into these stuff, just wait for the right moment and the right man. If I were you I’d make love (not sex) with the man I’m going to marry (hopefully Justin Bieber). Because I believe your first is the most important and special gift you could ever give to your future husband :) <3
damn Justin Bieber wasn’t kidding when he said if he was your boyfriend he’d never let you go
"Where did all of these come from?!"
Different kinds of flowers filled the little conference room.
"Actually Ms. Y/N, I have no idea. But this," Your PA handed you a small white envelope. "Came with the flowers."
You ripped the envelope open and pulled out a card.
'I know you love flowers. Please accept this as an apology for being such a big asshole boyfriend to you. And for throwing the flowers Frankenstein gave you. I still love you and I always will. -JB'
A small smile begin to form on your lips, anger fading away.
"I’m sorry what?"
"I said, do you want me to get rid of these?"
"Oh, no no."You answered, shaking your head.
Your PA nods. “Okay. I shall go back to work now.” Then she left the room.
You took the nearest chair and sat on it. You couldn’t believe he bought you 3,590 different flowers (it says on the delivery receipt). It left you wondering if he was really sincere and if he really means to be with you again. You absent-mindedly put your hand on your flat stomach and begin to caress slowly.
'Daddy's being sweet, baby.' You thought, wishing Justin would touch you on the same spot too. 'But it doesn't mean mommy will forgive him as easy as that.'
Your imaginary conversation with your tummy was interrupted when your phone started ringing.
"Hey, baby. Did you like the flowers?"
You nod even if he couldn’t see you. “Yes, thank you.”
"Do you like it?"
"Surprisingly, yes. But you don’t have to—"
"Who says I have to? I wanted to buy you those flowers."
"Why? Because you’re jealous of Franco?"
"Me? Jealous? Please. That Franco guy has nothing on me. I love you more than he thinks he does. And besides, I’m your boyf-"
"You’re not my boyfriend."
"Yes, I am."
"No youre not. And your way of showing you wanted me and our baby is still not enough."
"Well, the flowers are just for the fun part. But if that’s what you really want Y/N. Then from now on, consider yourself being wooed by your Justin Bieber."
Days and weeks passed and still Justin keeps on visiting you. You try to avoid him all the time but he’s really slick. He would do everything just to see you. It has been three months now since he started courting you. Everyday he’d send a dozen of red roses in your office, every night he’d take you out on a dinner date. And even on the weekends, he’d take to different places with his private plane. He does everything just to be with you.
Of course, the media is still bugging you. Asking if you and Justin are back together. Or is he the father of your baby. And surprisingly, he made the right move this time and proudly told everyone in public that he is the father of your baby. A lot of people reacted on this, especially his fans. Some would threat you and some are just so sweet they’d leave different kinds of stuff in your office like your favorite chocolates, flowers or books and etc. You have to admit, after what Justin did for both of you and your baby; he’s beginning to regain the soft spot in your heart that he once lost.
"Hey." You greeted Justin. "What’re you doing here?"
"Didn’t your mom tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"I’m really sorry honey."
“But mom! You were supposed to take me, not Justin.”
“I know. I’m really sorry. I just have some errands to finish today. But good thing Justin’s there to-”
“I don’t need him mom.” You lied.
“Honey, stop being so hard on him. I know you still love him. And I know you couldn’t resist being with him. I can see he’s doing his best to show you that he’s really sorry. So, just please. Let him take you to the doctor, just for today.”
“Fine. Just this once. Bye, mom.”
Then you hang up. You sighed and looked at Justin, who was engrossed in a prenatal brochure your Doctor handed him. He was carelessly inclined against the wall, a couple of meters away from you.
He looked up. “Yeah?”
“Is it okay if I ask you to come with me inside once the check-up session started?”
He flashes you his boyish smile. “I’d love to.” Just seeing him smile like that made you cry. “Hey Y/N.. are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” You whispered, pushing the stray tear off your face.
Justin looked at you for a long time before shoving the leaflet into his back pocket and step towards you. You automatically stepped back.
“It’s okay Y/N.. I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I’m just going to hug you. Is that okay?”
You nod. It felt like decades before you felt Justin wrapped you in his strong arms. His smell was a mixture of masculine and mint. He was soothingly warm and smell of body wash.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured. But you don’t know what you’re apologizing for.
“Shhh, Y/N… there’s nothing you need to apologize.” He whispered into your head. You pulled back, wanting to look closely into his light chocolate brown eyes. You noticed for the first time that he still has those sad look in his eyes. Like as if he’d regret something.
“I never regret getting into this situation Justin.” You admitted. “I never regret getting pregnant with my baby.”
“You mean, our baby.”
Looking was the only thing you meant to do but the next minute you tilt your chin upward, his lips crashed on yours. Justin was kissing the life out of you. His hand was behind your neck and your arms were firmly around his waist, trying to ensure that you’ll never let him go again.
Your tongues battled and a little voice in your head reminded you that kissing him was wrong.
You moaned, pressing yourself against Justin’s growing erection in his pants that said he wanted you as much as you do.
“Ooh.” A small voice said, and Justin released you as though you’re filthy.
He was breathing heavily. You were breathing heavily. Your doctor remained quiet.
To be continued..