"Don't ever forget me," I say, pushing a gold locket into his hands. His forehead presses against mine.
"Never," he promises, and kisses me for what could be the last time ever.

Sophia Smith is Justin Bieber's best childhood friend, and first love. But when he gets a record deal and leaves to Atlanta and away from Canada, Sophia is torn. But Justin promises he will never forget her... but has he really kept that promise?

A story of love, fame, hope and believing...


10. Take You Home


Thick muscular hands grab my shoulders, and I give in, tears sprinting down my cheeks. I wipe them away with the back of my hand. Justin and Selena are watching, hand in hand. She keeps sniggering, Justin watching in shock.

"Tell them!" I cry to him, trying to pull my arms free from the bodygaurd's hold. "Tell them it's me!! Sophia!"

I'm practically begging now, but I don't give up trying to struggle free. It pains me greatly to see the love of my life before me, and I'm not allowed to even touch him. The man with the accent turns to Justin.

"Is what young girl says true?" He ponders, eyebrows flicked up curiously. Justin searches my face, his cheeks twitching. He shrugs.

"I don't recognise her," he finally says. I feel my insides choke, and more tears splutter in a great wave.

"Justin!" I scream. "How can you possibly forget?!"

I desperately pray to God for him to remember, squeezing my eyes tight shut. But the bodyguard ushers me away, and this time, I don't fight back. It's useless. I've lost him. Forever.

But then I remember.

I pull my phone from my bra and feel relief flood through me. I have his number, I have pictures. Thank you God.

I run back to Justin, resisting the tightening urge to kiss him.

"Look! Look at this!" I cry, flicking through pictures of us, kissing, laughing, hugging. Selena squints her eyes, getting a proper view of the photos. Her face looks nasty and cold, not anything like in the pictures. And she has a shiny pink spot on her chin. Justin's staring in disbelief.

"I have your number too! I tried calling it, but it's useless, it's unrecognised!"

I show him his name at the top of my contacts list, but I'm pulled under a strong firm arm, my phone flying from my fingers and smacking against the cold hard concrete. The bodyguard drags me away, his forearm wrapped round my neck. I try to push it away, but I know my strength is nothing compared to his. Selena's tugging Justin away, but he's watching me leave with an unreadable expression licked across his face.

"I take you home," The guard says, kicking the rubbery tyre of an expensive, big car. "Get in now."

Next thing I know, I'm in a car with a stranger.

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