25. December 21st
"I'm sorry baby" Justin says and strokes your cheek, "okay?" You nod, "I'm just tired of me not being enough for you.." "I know, but you are.. You are enough for me I just need to realize that.. You are enough and I know you are, I just need to realize that you are more important than fame, because you are.. I just have to find how to show you also when we aren't together" he explains. "Thanks Justin" you sniffle. "Don't cry babe" he wipes away the tears and kiss you. "Mr. Bieber you can leave soon we'll just have to run some tests and then you're free to go.. And ma'am you can home now.. And get some rest then he'll be home soon" the doctor smiles. "Okay bye Jus" you peck his lips and go home.
You have driven to Pattie's house and see Justin in the living room. "Hey beautiful" he smiles at you. He's in the couch with a wheelchair beside him. You giggle at him. "What you laughing at?" he asks. You try your best not to laugh and sit down beside him, "nothing.." "Well it's good being home" he sighs. You peck his cheek, "it's good having you home.. And I think we should put our phones away and just talk or watch a movie or play a game.." "Okay I don't even have my phone so" he smiles. "Thank god you're home" Pattie exclaims, "I thought we had to spend Christmas at the hospital.." Justin chuckles, "no need for that I'm home at last.. I haven't been that in 2 years.." "No" Pattie smiles at him then sits down beside him, "well what about we play a game?" You and Justin nod as Pattie stands up and finds a game for you to play.
"So what do we do now?" Justin asks. "I have to go home.. I promised my mom that I would eat dinner with her tonight" you smile at him. "Okay baby" he pecks your lips, "have fun and tell her I said hi.." "I will baby.. See ya soon" you peck his forehead and go to Pattie for a hug. "I love you" Justin says. "I love you too" you smile as Pattie pulls you into a hug. "Take care.. We don't want you in a car crash" she jokes. "Not funny mom" Justin groans. You kiss Justin one last time before leaving.
"Mom it's awful.." you exclaim. "What's awful?" she asks as she sits down. "Everything except that *y/n* is still my girlfriend... I'm restless.. It's the worst feeling in the world.. Restless.. You wanna do something not just sit but you don't know what you wanna do... And it won't go away.. When I'm with *y/n* it's not there but whenever she leaves it comes back.. I hate it" you explain to her. "I know sweetie" she says and strokes your hair, "you'll get some help soon.."