Even though te try, it’s obvious that te don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as te clutch the covers even tighter to your body. te inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. te don’t want to be, but te just can’t help it. Sniffling, te bury your face into the cuscino and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. te look over at his side of the letto and although te know what’s waiting - your cuore still sinks when te notice it’s empty.

You and Justin had a huge fight and when te look back...

Straightening your dress, te look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as te see just how many fan and reporters it is out there. te look up to the rear-view mirror when te hear your driver clear his throat.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. te look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, te borsa your lips.

“Thank you, John.” te say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.

Grabbing your purse, te plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers...