Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

11. I'm Alright... See?

-Justin's POV-

In movies, this is where you wake up and everything's a dream. But no, THIS is not a movie. I felt my heart crash into the ground.

"What?"

"I have lung cancer, Justin." She repeated slowly.

I let the news sink in.

"You asked what I don't touch people..."

"And you said that... GERMS." I finally got it. "Not theirs, yours."

She nodded. "My parents sold me cuz of... it. They didn't have enough money to... you know."

I stared at her in disbelief. I felt the tears sting my eyes.

"And one more thing... out of many things..." She said, and pulled at her hair. It came off. Yes, it came off. She was bald, but she was still so BEAUTIFUL.

"And THIS is why I'm so insecure... it doesn't matter if-"

I crashed my lips against her, and finally let go of my tears. I sent sparks, and expected Mia to pull away. But instead, she responded. Her lips felt perfect pressed onto mine, and I could hear her heartbeat accelerate through the monitor. I smiled and pulled away. She looked at me with rosey cheeks and reached out. Her thumb went across my cheek, wiping my tears.

"Don't waste your tears on me, Justin..."

"I'm not wasting. I lo-" love you. But I closed my mouth just in time. "I like you." I concluded.

"There's some more things..."

"Wait... you said cancer... cancer has limited time."

She bit her lip. "About that...." She sighed. "I have three years max. left."

I felt more tears leave my eyes. "Three years?" That's too short! I was expecting to spend my life with her!

"It's long, isn't it?"

Long?

"Imagine... it might be tomorrow, it might've been yesterday. But there's 3 years Justin. 3."

I sighed, but smiled at her positiveness. "Then you know what?" I whispered against her lips. "I'll make it the best 3 years if your life..."

She smiled and leaned in again. Our lips brushed, and I smiled. Apart from all the drama, my life is perfect...

I suddenly jumped back, feeling guilty. "I shouldn't've made you run. I'm sorry..."

She rolled her eyes and got off the bed, causing me to jump to help her. "It's not your fault. I didn't tell you earlier."

I helped her steady and took her to the counter. We checked out, and I called the limo. It got here soon, and we were heading back... home. She got her phone and called someone.

"Hey Chris..." She called Chris. "I... you'll be at Gabriella's...? Okay. Mind your manners, baby boy!" She giggled and hung up.

"So where to?" She asked me.

I thought about it. "My house."

We arrived sooner than I expected, and I escorted her inside.

"I'm home!" I shouted as I walked in.

"Okay, honey. How was-" I noticed that she was like... right there. And she stopped talking once she saw Mia.

"You brought... her here..." My mom added.