BOUND - Justin Bieber Fanfiction (Under Editing)

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Justin's POV

It's all dark..

Totally and whole solely dark. I am not able to see anything at all. It's just dark.

I heard a few muffled sounds of two people talking to each other. One on my right side and one on my left side.

I concentrated.

It was a female and a male talking to each other. Well, it felt like I've already heard these voices somewhere. They sounded way too familiar.

I concentrated more and tried to hear what they were actually talking about.

"Yeah you're right. I think I should go and sit there with that girl when I've known that Justin's totally fine now." The female said.

"Yeah right. Don't worry anyways. I'm here with Justin." The male assured her.

And then I heard someone getting up from my right side. As if someone was sitting bedside me on a chair next to me. It sounded like that.

I tried to open my eyes but as soon as I opened them a huge flash of white light entered into my eyes.

"Aah..." I groaned from the sensation and felt my head spinning again and a weird ache attacking my head.

"Justin" I heard the familiar male voice calling my name.

I again tried to open my eyes and closed them again feeling the lights.

"Justin, are you awake buddy?" I heard him ask me.

Wait! He's not someone. I know him and his voice very well. Very very very well!

I finally opened my eyes and rubbed them with my hands, lifting them up. Then I noticed a drip was attached in my left hand.

Where the hell am I? I thought.

I looked at the male sitting beside my bed who was none other than my dearest best friend, Ryan.

Ryan Butler.

"Dude, are you okay? How are you feeling?" He asked with his happy and relieved gaze on me.

I rubbed my face with my palms. My head was still spinning a bit and I also had a little headache and I also felt weak.

"I-I'm feeling l-like shit..." I managed to say and started to cough.

Ryan immediately got up and helped me to get up from my position and made me sit, arranging pillows on my back side of bed.

He also handed me a glass of water and rubbed my back. I drank it with help of him and sat back. 

"W-What happened t-to me?" I asked and noticed my voice kinda sore and I sounded very weak.

Before Ryan could reply something a man wearing a white coat and carrying a stethoscope around his neck came inside the room.

He must be the Doctor. I thought.

"Hello Mr. Bieber, how are you feeling now?" The Doctor asked politely.

"I'm fine... Just a little headache and I'm also feeling a bit weak." I told. He nodded his head.

Then suddenly, it hit me. Wait! Wait! Wait!

Meeting Her...

Being Stuck With Her...

Knowing Her...

Telling Her Past...

Kissing Her...

Her Confession...