"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...


1. Be Alright...




The letter shakes in my hands, and cold tears nip my burning cheeks. It can't be happening. I read the letter one last time, just to make sure.


I love you. So much. But...I've got the oppurtunity of a lifetime here. You see, I've been offered a recording contract. Which is amazing, no doubt about it. But it also means moving. To America. I'm going to miss you so much. I'll try and move back in a couple years! And will always love you. Don't you worry, because everything's going to be alright.

Justin xx


I feel more tears prick at my eyes, and I let them trickle down my face, sweeping runny mascara and eyeliner down with it. I take a deep breath, then roll up the letter, and shut it away into a drawer. I catch my reflection in the mirror and stare at it for a while. My silvery blue eyes are bloodshot, and my face is blotchy from crying. My long dark hair is attempting to cover my identity. I'm even embarrassed to look at my own reflection.


Mum pulls up in the airport car park. She turns round to face me, but I don't dare meet her eyes. I look out the window and sniffle back tears.

"Honey," she says softly. "We all need to move on at some point." I shake my head.

"Don't say that mum, he's going to move back soon, he told me so!" I force mum's words out my head. The last thing I want to do is move on. I click open the car door and slam it behind me. I scan my surroundings, and then see that 4x4. He's leaning against it, the suns rays beaming directly on him. I don't hesitate to run over, and when he sees me he opens his arms and I thrust myself into them. I let the tears I've been holding in run into his jumper. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I force myself to look into his eyes. I can tell he's been crying. His windswept hair brushes over the tops of his intense dark chocolate eyes.

 "Don't ever forget me," I say, twisting my fingers through his. His forehead presses against mine.
"Never," he promises, and kisses me for what could be the last time ever.



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