Krystal Black is just an ordinary girl who lives in a small town in California. On her 17th birthday she get's Justin Bieber tickets. But her family isn't very wealthy, so she is sitting in one of the last rows. When Justin follows her on twitter and DM's her she couldn't believe it! But what she couldn't believe any more is what happens at the concert..............**read to find out**


23. Funerals and Safety

Justin's POV-

It's been a week since Krys's mom was murdered...and today is the funeral.

Krys hasn't been talking a lot at all, she has just been sad, and laying in our bed on the tour bus all week, because the tour is starting up again.

"Babe." I said walking into our room on the bus.

"Yeah." She said, I could tell she had been crying again.

"Todays the funeral. Do you have something to wear?" I asked.

"Yeah...." She said pointing to a chair in the corner, it had a black lace dress on it.

"Well, you need to get ready. Please take a shower and put your dress on. For your mom." I said.

"I will Justin...I will." She said.

"Now." I stammered.

"A little longer." She said.

"No." I said walking over picking her up and carrying her bridal style to the bathroom, grabbing her dress on the way. I sat her down on her feet, "Get ready." I said pecking her on the lips, closing the door and walking away.

At The Funeral-

After all the speeches and the love, they were burying Krys's mom, Krys was crying so much, and I started crying. Everyone was looking at me, wondering why Justin Bieber was here, probably.

As we were leaving a felt a tap, I turned around and there was a little girl smiling up at me, "Hi." She said.

"Hi sweety." I said.

"Could you please sign my shirt and take a picture with me? I love you so much." She said.

"Sure honey, and I love you too!" I said smiling, she handed me a sharpy and I signed her shirt, which was purple, and had me on it. Then I picked her up, she smiling and wrapped her arms around me neck, and I kissed her on the cheek until her mom took the picture.

I sat her down and kissed her on the cheek again and gave her a hug, "Thank you." She said.

"No, thank you." I said.

"For what?" She asked.

"For being my Belieber and being by my side, I love you." I said.

"Oh, your welcome. And I love you too." She said.

I smiled, "I'm sorry, but I have to go honey." I said.

"That's okay. Is that your girl your girlfriend? The girl that her mom died?" She asked.

I laughed, "Yes. It is. And I want to be here for her and be with her. Bye sweety." I said.

"Okay, bye." She said and walked away.

This is what I do my job for, people like her.

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