Thread: Learn to Love the Real Me

Part 1:
*Justin*

"Hi, sweetheart. What's your name?"

"Katie," she giggled, covering her mouth and glancing back to her dad. I smiled at him and leaned down to Katie's level.

"How old are you, Katie?"

She held up four petite fingers. "I'm gonna be five in April, though!" she said, jumping up and down, making her small orange curls bounce alomg with her in an uneven pattern.

"You're getting to be a big girl, aren't you?" I asked, winking. She giggled some more.

"Yeah! Justin, I'm you're biggest fan!"

"You are?" I asked. She nodded. "Then, I'd like to get a picture with my bigget fan!"

"Thank you, Justin." She leaned into me while her dad held up a red iPhone. She smiled big, but when I kissed her cheek, it grew bigger and she squealed.

"How's that?" I asked, turning to her.

"Perfect. I loved the show, Justin! Bye!"

"Bye, Katie! Remember to believe always!" I smiled as she ran away with her dad at her heals.

As the next girl came up, I smiled, took a picture, and flirted with the older fans.

After an hour and a half of the meet and greet, the last fan neared and I sighed with relief. Next to me, Kenny couldn't keep his eyes from drooping. "Hey, man," I said, nudging his arm, "go ahead. I can handle the last fan. It's a little girl." He nodded and walked through the door, almost running into it if Alfredo didn't open it for him.

The little girl, small and short, came up and blushed immediately after I exchanged eye contact with her. She was right next to a girl, who appeared about eighteen. The child hid behind the girl's tanned legs, smiling shyly.

"Go on. I'll take your picture, Pais," the older girl said, nudging the little one towards me. I smiled at her. She had bright blue eyes, similar to the older girl's, and wavy, shiny blonde locks. She was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts, and pink flip flops - tiny ones.

"Hi, sweetie. What's your name?" I asked her, when she finally mustered enough courage to stand next to me.

"Paisley," she said timidly.

"I won't bite, Paisley," I smiled. Her eyes lit up and she smiled, her cheeks rosy and pink. "How old are you?"

"I'm four. Today's my birthday!" she exclaimed, glancing at the older girl.

"Happy birthday!" I grinned. The older girl chuckled and shook her head, glancing at a white iPhone. What is it with all these people having expensive phones? "Is that your sister? I'll bet she's a big fan of me, too!"

The older girl looked at me in shock, as Paisley just giggled and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to me. I got a better look at her. She had enormous blue eyes, as far as I could tell, they were brighter than Paisley's. She had long, light brown hair, approximately to her mid-ribs.

"She's not my sister!" Paisley giggled.

"We get that a lot," the older one said.

"You look a lot alike," I stated, looking at one, then to the other. My eyes lingered on the older girl's body. She was thin, very fit. She was wearing navy blue camisole and short white shorts. She had white flip flops.

"That's because she's my mom," Paisley said. I raised my eyebrows, looking at the so called 'mom'. She looked at me like I was nuts.

"How old are you?" I asked, looking her in the eye.

"You know, it's rude to ask a lady her age," she smirked.

"You're hardly a lady. You're basically a child yourself," I said, solemn to the fact that she's a mother at such a young age.

"Excuse me. I'm eighteen; legally an adult."

"Then how come, at age eighteen, most of my family and friends call me kid?"

"Listen, I only came here to let Paisley," she said, wrapping her arms around the young girl, "have a good time and watch her idol. You fightinh with me in front of her isn't being a good role model."

"I'm sorry," I said, looking down ashamed of my behavior. "Paisley, do you want a picture?"

She nodded vigorously and I smiled, still wary about snapping at - wait, what was her name?

"Come here," I said, waving Paisley over. She came over and stood next to me. "What's your mommy's name?"

"Sarah," she whispered, giggling.

"She's pretty."

"Yes, she is," Paisley smiled.

"Not as pretty as you," I kissed her cheek while Sarah took the picture.

"Thank you, Justin Bieber!" Paisley screeched.

"You are so welcome," I smiled. She giggled nervously and turned to Sarah. She raised her arms and Sarah lifted her onto her hip.

"It was ... a pleasure meeting you, Justin," Sarah said before walking off. I chased after her. My heart took action before my brain told it not to.

"Wait! Sarah?"

"Yes?" she asked, turning to me and cradling Paisley slightly.

"What are you doing tonight?" I asked. My flapping lips disregarded what my brain was telling them.

"I'll probably be tucking Pais in, then watching a movie or something -"

"Do you and Paisley want to hang out at my flat?" I asked. What the ****, Justin?

"I can't. I mean, she can't - we can't. She's had a long day, she'll probably be out on the car ride home," Sarah shrugged.

"Please?" I pleaded. She bit her lip, looking at Paisley, then back at me.

"Only for a little while," she said. I smiled widely and she chuckled, rubbing her baby's back. "You're tired, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Paisley mumbled. "Stay awake. We're going to Justin Bieber's house!"

I silently cursed Sarah, hoping the kid would go to sleep so we could talk.

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Part 2:
*Sarah*

"Come on, Pais. Nice and easy," I said, holding my baby girl close to my chest. "You can go to sleep when we get to his house, okay?"

She nodded sleepily and nuzzled her face into my shoulder and I could hear her small snoring. We were in a limo - Justin Bieber's limo. He insisted on driving his own car, leaving us to a limo by ourselves. I wanted so badly to drink one of the fancy coke's, but I was afraid I'd have to pay for it.

I looked out the window. We were nearing a small house - one story - with a Fisker Karma following close behind. Wasn't that the one hundred thousand dollar car that Ellen bought him? I shook off the thought. This kid basically bathes in money.

The house was nice. It had three windows in front, and small bushes with pink flowers stood in front of each. The front door was plain and white, while the porch had expensive rockers and chairs, and a welcome mat. "Wow," I whispered to myself. This house, it was more attractive than anything I'd ever seen.

The limo driver pulled in front of the flat, stopping and quickly running over to our door. The property was gated, so he had a small bit of privacy, but due to the fact that it was nearing midnight, little fans were there.

The door opened, revealing an elderly man, maybe 60's, with white hair and a tux. "Thank you so much," I smiled. "You're so great." He smiled slightly, nodding and walking back to the drivers seat.

I held Paisley a little tighter, scared that she'd get cold in the nippy Minnesota air. The Fisker Karma rolled up and Justin stepped out, walking over to us. He took his sweat jacket off and draped it over Pais. I smiled.

He unlocked the front door and pushed it open, hurrying in and pushing us in to avoid cold air coming in. I looked around.

We were standing in a small kitchen with an island with a stove attatched to it, and a big fridge.

Ahead was a living room, topped with a red velvet couch and hickory coffee table. Next to a big fireplace, a huge flat screen was sporting stacks of movies and video games / stations.

There were five doors that I wasn't sure about. "Wow," I repeated.

"You can put her down. I'll get her a blanket, then I'll give you a tour, even though there's not much to see. He walked over to the left wall and opened one of the three doors, revealing a linen closet. He snatched a small Power Rangers blanket, which was very soft. I placed Paisley on the couch, when Justin stopped me.

"She can go on my bed for more comfort," he said. I nodded and he led me to the right wall, opening one of the two of those doors, leading into what I assumed was a master bedroom. There was a large king bed with a purple comforter - typical. There was white wicker furniture; nightstand, vanity, dresser, mirror, et cetera.

"Oh man," I said, taking a further step in and admiring it all. I walked over to the bed and laid Paisley gently down on it. Justin spread the Power Rangers blanket over her, to which she responded with curling into it and sucking her thumb. I kissed her forehead.

We walked out, cracking the door, and sat on the couch. "You like Power Rangers?"

"Guilty as charged. Mainly the pink one," he grinned. "She's got a killer bod."

"Sick, I tell you, sick."

"How about that tour?" he asked, standing up and extending his hand. I grabbed it reluctantly. He took me room by room, not letting go of my hand. I couldn't help the feeling in the pit of my stomach at his touch. It made me sick.

It wasn't butterflies that I felt.

It was fear.

*Justin*

"Are you okay, Sarah? You're looking a little green," I said, pausing. I was mid-explanation of the Fisker Karma car that Ellen bought me, when her face flushed and she swallowed sickly.

"I'm fine. I just -"

She bolted through the door of the bathroom and I heard gagging. I walked over and knocked lightly. "Sarah?"

"I'm fine. Just a bit of a virus, I guess," she said weakly.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"No. You're an international popstar. I wouldn't want you to get sick on my watch," she said. I chuckled quietly when I felt a small tug at my leg.

I looked down and saw a sleepy Paisley. "Where's Mommy?"

"Mommy's sick," I said. "She's in the bathroom. What are you doing up?"

"I had a scary dream," she said. That was when I noticed tears running down her little cheeks. She raised her arms up and I didn't know what to do.

"Uh, Sarah?"

"Huh?"

"Paisley's awake. She had a nightmare. What do I do?"

"Do you have 1% milk?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Give her some of that and tuck her in again."

"Um, okay." I picked her up by her armpits and carried her in front of me, dangling in the air. "Uh, uh," I stammered, trying to figure out what to do. I placed her on my counter and walked over to the fridge, pulling the milk out, along with a red solo cup.

I hummed the song while I poured the milk and put it away. I handed Paisley the cup and he downed it immediately. "You have a milk mustache," I chuckled. She wiped it away with the back of her hand. I lifted her again and carried her, on my hip, to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed. "Do you want some PJ's?"

She nodded and I pulled out an old Ontario soccer league shirt and handed it to her. "Help!"

I hesitated before helping her pull her tank top off and shorts. I slid the flip flops off of her and pulled the soccer shirt on. She sat back and placed her blonde wavy head on the pillow and pulled the blanket over her. She sucked her thumb. "Do you want me to sing to you?" She nodded slightly. I crawled next to her and thought of a song she'd know.

"I heard,
that you're,
settled down,
that you've,
found a guy,
and you're,
married now."

Her eyes started to droop and her sucking on her thumb slowed. When I stopped, however, her eyes popped open and she looked at me expectantly.

"I heard,
that your dreams came true.
Guess he gave you things,
I didn't give to you.
Old friend,
why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back,
or hide from the light."

Her eyes closed and her breathing steadied. The only sound was her soft snores. I decided to keep singing to ease the tension in her dreams.

"I'd hate to turn up,
out of the blue,
uninvited.
I had hoped you'd see my face,
and that you'd be reminded,
that for me,
it isn't over."

*Sarah*

I splashed water on my face and wiped it with the washcloth. I made myself reasonably representable and walked out. I crept into his bedroom silently. I leaned on the doorway and my heart fluttered out of my chest and into his.

He was singing to Paisley.

"Never mind,
I'll find,
someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best,
for you."

I felt like I was going to cry. No man - or boy - has ever, ever handled Paisley like a person, not an object. Not my brother, not my dad, and sure as hell not Gerard.

I've found someone, who understands the real me.

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Part 3:
*Sarah*

I sniffed to get his attention. He looked up at me and grinned, looking at Paisley and wiggling his eyebrows. I smiled. He really likes kids.

I nodded my ead to the door, inviting him to come out. He nodded and carefully climbed over Paisley and over to me. I pushed the door open for them. He let her go first, like a gentleman.

We sat on the couch. "I have to go soon," I said.

"You can spend the night here ... I mean, if you want. If you have to go, then I guess that's okay too," he said.

"I have work, so .." I said. He looked down.

"Where do you work?"

"I am an assistant manager of TGI Friday, over by the university," I said. He raised his eyebrows.

"At eighteen?"

"I told you, I'm not just some kid," I shrugged.

"Where does Paisley go during work, because it's summer?" he asked.

"I don't know. I can't afford a sitter, my parents are out of the picture, Gerard's an ass -"

"Gerard? Who's Gerard?"

"He's my roommate. He doesn't have a job, and he doesn't pay hi rent. I'm at the verge of getting evicted, and I don't know why I'm telling you this, because you don't care and - and -"

"Hey, hey, hey," he said. "I care. I'll take Paisley tomorrow."

"But - But aren't you on the go, or something?" I asked. I'm opening up the Justin ****ing Bieber, and it's kind of scaring me.

"I'm staying in Minneapolis for three months."

"I work until nine though," I said.

"I'll be here. I have a concert tomorrow night, but I can take her with me. It's fine," he said.

"Are you sure that we can sleep over? Gerard will be mad -"

"Screw Gerard. You're with me tonight."

"Justin, are you positive that -"

"I insist. Come on, Sarah."

"I don't even know you. Why should I trust you if I don't know a thing about you besides the the fact that your favorite color is purple?"

"My full name is Justin Drew Bieber. I am eighteen. I was born March 1st, in Ontario, Canada. My favorite color is indeed purple, and I find it attractive when girls wear it. I have a little sister Jazzy and a little brother Jaxon. When I was thirteen I sang on the steps of the Avon Theater. When I was in school, kids gave me a hard time. I like to look at it like, 'Hey, bullies. Look at me now.' I put videos of me singing covers, and that was where celebrities came in. Usher and Justin Timberlake pretty much fought over me. Usher won. Scooter Braun is my manager. Kenny is my bodyguard. My two best friends are Chaz Somers and Ryan Butler. I love all my friends and family to death, especially my mom, Pattie, and my dad, Jeremy. Now you know my life story," he gasped dramatically. I chuckled.

"What, you're not going to tell me your shoesize?"

"Nah. Ask a super belieber for that," he chuckled.

"Alright. What makes you think that I can trust you? Even after that .."

"You just feel it in your heart," he said, looking me straight in the eye. His beautiful, famous chocolate eyes were as brown as you'd think, peircing into my very soul.

"I can't feel it," I whispered. I stood up and awkwardly walked into his room. I scooped up Paisley - blanket and all - and held her close.

"You're leaving?" he asked, coming in. The tone in his voice shattered me. It sounded like hurt.

"I have to, Justin. Please, don't make this hard."

"But can't you tell me why?"

"No. I can't. That's the thing. I'm sorry. I really am. I can say that Paisley had a great time, and she's happy that she met you. I hope that she can see you again sometime. Bye," I said, scurrying out of the house to see Justin's Fisker Karma and my red Toyota Camry. How'd that get there?

"Mommy.." Paisley mumbled.

"Sarah!" Justin called. I shook my head.

The fear; it's much to strong.

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Part 4:
*Sarah*

His honesty.

It was overwhelming. I couldn't handle myself around it. I said too much to him, and he heard too much. He kept calling for me as I buckled Paisley in and got in. I locked my doors. He knocked on the window of the passenger seat, saying something hardly audible. I closed my eyes tightly, building a dam to avoid the waterworks. Justin stopped banging on the glass and looked at me with his big, honey brown puppy eyes. I wanted to cry, but I had to stay strong ... for Pais.

He looked at the cement and, with a last glance, walked away and sat on his porch swing. He buried his head in his hands. I fluttered my eyelashes repeatedly before making a U-Turn out of his place.

I wasn't completely sure where in town I was, but I knew I had to get out of here quick.

"Mommy," Paisley said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"Where are we going?"

"Home, sweetie."

"Am I gonna see Justin Beaver again?" she asked. I couldn't contain the chuckle.

"Maybe," I laughed. "Did you like his concert?"

"Yeah! I knew every word!"

"Maybe we can go again sometime, hm?" I asked.

"Yeah. But I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"Does he take all his fans home with him?"

"No," I said. "At least, I don't think."

"We're special," she grinned. I shook my head, smiling. I have the cutest baby ever.

I found the highway, and turned onto the turnpike, then drove along until I reached the west part of town. I drove past McDonald's, Walmart, Statefarm, until we reached the neighborhoods. I turned into Villa Woods, the semi-nice area with little crime, and onto Haven Road. I loved the streetname. I found this house, in my budget, at the last minute for rent. I loved, loved, loved it there.

Paisley squirmed in her seat when she saw all the cars parked in the street and grass. "Another party?" she whined.

"I'm sorry, baby. Gerard's just social," I said, eyeing her sympathetically. I pulled into my garage space. It was hard, but I managed. "Ready to hold your nose and run?"

"Yeah!" I taught her to hold her nose and let me hold her at times like these, because I didn't want to expose her to alcohol and/or smoke at a young age. I didn't want her to know.

I stepped out of my car, closed the door, then opened hers. I scooped her into my arms and she clung to the blanket tightly. It was about the size of an oversized beach towel. She buried her face in my shoulder and took a deep breath. "And ... go!"

I ran her through the house and down the hallway, which was directly across from the door, just a few yards away. I opened the door to her room. Thank god it was empty. "Breathe, my love." She gasped, trying to fill her lungs.

"Night night time?"

"Yeah. Let me lock the door," I did so, and then crawled back next to her. She snuggled into her pillow, using a death grip on the Power Rangers blanket. "You really like that blankey?"

"Yeah!" she giggled. I kissed her forehead with a loud, 'muah!' and she closed her eyes. I pulled the large pink comforter over us, but she kicked it off and draped Justin's blanket over herself.

Tik Tok by Ke$ha was blasting through the house. "This is your favorite song, Paisy Daisy!" I yelled.

She blinked her ocean blue eyes open and listened for a moment, before a sly grin plastered over her face. "Imma fight, till we see the sunlight!"

"Tik tok on the clock, but the party don't stop a' no. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa," we sang along. Her shrill giggles filled the room, making me smile. Suddenly, the only noise in the house was the bridge of Tik Tok, and Paisley's laughs.

I furrowed my brow. The party's never quiet unless the cops show up, but that was only once. I felt shivers. I held Paisy closer to me, not wanting anything to happen. "What's going on, Mommy?"

"I don't know. Let me check," I said, and with that, I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it, and poked my head out, wincing when the door hinges creeked. Curse you, Gerard, you cheap, good-for-nothing, son of a -

"Sarah?" I turned my head to the familiar voice, looking the source up and down nervously.

"Uh - Uh - Sarah's not available to take your call. Please leave a message and try again later," I said, before sticking my head back in and slamming the door. I crawled back into bed with Paisley.

"What was it?" she asked, brushing the hair from my eyes. She's so sweet.

"Nothing. Let's try to sleep," I said, praying that he left. I closed my eyes and cuddled next to Paisley, when the door opened, then closed. The light flashed on over head, then the person said, 'oops'.

"Sarah," Justin said in a warning voice.

"Justin!" Paisy screamed, jumping up and slamming into his legs. He picked her up and onto his hip.

"Hey, Paisley," he smiled. "Sarah can we talk?"

"I was just about to sleep," I said confidently, standing up and taking Pais from him. She wrapped her arms around my neck, legs around my waist. I 'petted' the blonde hair that reached her shoulders.

"Just give me ten minutes," he pleaded. I nodded and rolled my eyes.

"Can we go on a walk?" Paisley asked.

"Yeah, Mommy. Can we go on a walk?" Justin asked, jutting out his bottom lip.

"Fine, children," I laughed. With that, Paisy grabbed Justin's blanket and we left.

*Justin*

"So, I was wondering," I said. "Why did you run off?"

"I can't - I can't tell you," she said.

She looked down and ruffled Paisley's hair. "But, I trust you. You can trust me, right?" I asked.

"No, Justin. I'm trying, I really am. I just can't tell anyone. The only person that I can really trust is Gerard," she said, staring at her neon yellow canvas Vans. I stopped walking.

She noticed and stepped up in front of me, holding Paisley, who was wrapped around Sarah's small body.

"What?" she asked.

"You said that Gerard is untrustworthy," I said.

"I never said -"

"You intended it. If you can tell that bozo, you can tell me," I said.

"It's different, Justin. I've known him for three years. I met you yesterday. I have extremely big trust issues," she said between gritted teeth.

"But, Sarah. You can trust me. I promise. I - I -"

"You what?" she asked.

"I had issues with my last girlfriend. She didn't trust me at all. I found out she had a huge secret that I didn't find out until after we broke up," I said, thinking of Caitlyn. A frown tugged at my face.

"I'm not your girlfriend," she said. I looked away and groaned.

"Sarah, come on. Trust me," I said.

"I just can't."

"Fine. I'll just leave, okay? Is that what you want? I'm leaving," I said. I don't know why I was so worked up over that. I mean, was it Sarah? Was it because of the fire that ignited in my chest at her simplest touch?

"No, Justin. I don't -"

"Save it. I'll be out of your life," I said, running off towards her house, where my car was.

"Justin, please. I don't want -" She was struggling with keeping up with me at the same time as holding Paisley.

"Sarah, don't worry! I'm gone."

"No, Justin."

"You know why I'm leaving?" I asked, stopping, startling her. She nearly dropped Paisley. "Because of you. You won't open up, and you won't tell me anything. I can't gain your trust and -"

"I was raped!"

The words rang through my mind, echoing and echoing. "You - You - You - You - You were - were -"

"Yes, Justin. When I was 14, I was raped by a man, that was released as of two months ago. He got me pregnant, and that's how my Paisley came into the world. Are you happy?" she asked, tears falling down her face.

"Sarah, I'm sorry," I said, reaching for her, my hand settling on her cheek. I wiped away her tears, stepping closer. She pulled away.

"Oh, yeah. You're sorry. So sorry that you literally had to threaten me to get the words, that I haven't spoken of in two excruciating months. Happy? You got what you wanted, Justin. Are you proud? Are you pleased that you made me cry?" she asked. The words came out slurred and she started to get a little tipsy.

She started leaning, almost falling. "Sarah!" I yelled. I reached down and caught her in my arms.

"Don't touch me. Not only will I never trust you, I never want to see you again," she said.

"You don't mean that. You're kidding," I said, on the verge of tears.

"I'm not, Justin Drew Bieber. Have fun with Jazzy, and Jaxon, or Jeremy or Pattie. I'm done with all of this," she said. She started walking away when Paisley jumped down and ran to me. Sarah turned around. "My own daughter chooses you over me? Oh my god." She started bawling, kneeling down to the ground, drowning in her tears. That was when I felt a wetness. I looked up, and grey clouds filled the sky.

"Mommy," Paisley said, walking over to Sarah. "Why are you crying?"

"Ugh!" Sarah screamed, walking away, leaving me with Paisley, alone ... in the rain.

Why wont she trust Justin?(; y did she leave? Lol update like now!!

he doesn't trust him because of the rape, therefore she finds it hard to trust any man. i'll get further into it later [: as for the update, i'll work on it now because you're the only encouraging viewer.. which kinda pisses me off, but i'll work on part 5, love. xx

Originally Posted by BelieveSwagg

he doesn't trust him because of the rape, therefore she finds it hard to trust any man. i'll get further into it later [: as for the update, i'll work on it now because you're the only encouraging viewer.. which kinda pisses me off, but i'll work on part 5, love. xx

Hah yea i got that(; i was just saying in general (: and i know i am it seems like i am the only one who comments anymore(: and thanks love i cant wait to read(: