More Than Friends

This story is in your point of view. (Justin Bieber isn't famous). Justin has been your best friend since you were 4 years old. You would always hang out with him, Ryan, and Chaz. When you and Justin were younger, you made an oath that stated: "Best friends forever, no love." (You were about 6 when you made it)Justin has fallen in love with you; you have fallen in love with Justin. But you both remember the oath. You talked about it about every month, but this year it's different...


33. She's What?

(Justin's P.O.V.)

It's been about a week since (Y/N) hit her head. Her wound is healing and she gets out today. She got about 30 stitches. I'm on my way to the hospital to pick her up.

I just can't believe that she doesn't remember anything, anything from a year ago. I have to make her remember or at least love me again. I got to the hospital and started heading to (Y/N)'s room. Before I even got to the door, the same doctor who had told me the bad news, told me to follow him to his office.

I did as I was told. When we got there, he went behind his desk, sat own in his chair, and told me to take a seat. I sat down and asked, "So...what's up?"

He took a deep breath, "I have some," he looked up from all of his paper work.

More news, are you kidding me? "What kind of news?"

"Well, it all depends. If you are happy about it, or if you're not ready for it."

"Come on doc, tell me!"

He took another deep breath, "Since (Y/N) has been here we have done lots of tests. And..." he trailed off.

"And?" I was freaking out, yet again.

"And, well...she's..." he took yet another deep breath and came right out and said it strongly, "She's pregnant."

What? She's...Pregnant? Seriously? This can't happen, not to her, not to me, not now. "But doc, she doesn't remember anything! How the hell am I supposed to tell her that she is pregnant? She doesn't even know who she lost her virginity to!"

"Justin, the baby is yours. It's time to tell her everything. Just take her out somewhere that she loved, and make her remember. If she doesn't then, you have to tell her anyway."

I couldn't do this, not now. (Y/N), surely couldn't handle that. Wait, what did he say? "What was the first thing you said?"

"The baby, is yours. You're the only one she's had sex with, correct?"

"Yeah, but we used protection both times!"

"Justin, that only works 97% of the time. You still have the option for abortion."

No, I can't do that. I would never do that. I couldn't do that, knowing I'm killing my own child. Never in a billion years. "No, I'm not doing that, we're not doing that."

"Okay, are you ready to take her home? And tell her?"

"Number one, yes. Number two, no."

"You'll be fine."

I started walking back to (Y/N)'s room. I couldn't believe it, my best friend, pregnant, with my baby. Never in my life had I thought this was going to happen. I thought she would get pregnant with someone else. we planned our lives out last year in language arts class for a project.

I got to (Y/N)'s door. I took a huge breath, and knocked.

"Come in!" I heard my sort of, ex-girlfriend call.

I opened the door. As I walked down the super tiny hallway, I saw (Y/N), sitting up on the hospital bed, wearing normal clothes, her hair natural(the way I loved it), and sitting next to her, Michael.

I couldn't take that, not now, not ever. I walked up to him, grabbed him by his sleeve, pulled him to the side, and whispered to him with anger, "I don't care if she can't remember anything. you're still the biggest douche I know. I don't want you near (Y/N). She deserves better than you. A sex addicted, alcoholic, and cheater. She needs someone who makes her actually happy, so she doesn't have to come over to her friend's house, crying, because she saw her boyfriend trying to put his pants on because he had sex with a sophomore. So, with all of the respect I have left for you, leave."

Michael pushed me off and said quietly, "At least I didn't get the slut pregnant."

Okay! Too far! "I didn't mean tO DO IT!" I punched him right across the face and he fell to the ground, "AND DON'T EVER CALL HER A SLUT AGAIN! SHE DOESN'T GO AROUND AND SLEEP WITH OTHER PEOPLE, ASSHOLE!"

(Y/N) was staring at me in shock, "oh yeah, she doesn't remember anything," I thought.

She started getting teary eyed as Michael limped out to get help. "Justin, why would you do that?"

I was breathing heavily, "(Y/N), before you forgot everything, like I told you before, you told me Michael slept with 3 other girls. I didn't want him to hurt you again. I could never live with myself if he did that to you again. You deserve someone better."

A tear fell from her eye, "Can we just go?"

I nodded and got her things. We walked down to the car and I asked her where she wanted to go.

"I want to go to the park, please?" She looked over and smiled at me, like nothing ever happened.

When we were dating, if she smiled like that I would smile back and we would kiss, but not this time. Whenever I saw that smile, my hear broke into a thousand pieces. How could I smile?

The worst part was, I still loved her, but she didn't remember.

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