I grab a cereal bar for breakfast before heading back upstairs and getting changed into my work uniform it’s a red button up dress with a blue tie around apron.

I tie my hair into a messy bun and don’t bother with any makeup at all because I honestly don’t care anymore.

I walk down stairs and walk past Emma and Christian in the kitchen having a make out session.

“Im going to work ill be back about 6” I say as I hear a grunt from them both as I grab the car keys and leave the house before getting into the car.

Emma and Christian have both gone onto college to try and get degrees but I didn’t get good enough grades by the end of high school so it looks like im stuck working at ‘Steves diner’ for the rest of my miserable life.

Driving down the street I hear the dj on the radio say something that makes my ears prick up.

‘Okay folks so in honor of the one and only Justin Bieber finishing the believe tour a few days ago lets play a classic who wants to hear a bit of HEARTBREAKER!’ he says before playing the one track I really didn’t want to hear right now.

I know that heartbreaker was about me.

He must have written it about two years ago now.

I feel so stupid still letting something from two years ago affects me but I cannot help it in a way I have to admit it I still love him.

I don’t even know why I bother thinking about him anymore he probably forgot about me months ago.

I look down at the ring on my finger which hasn’t left my finger since that night on my 17th birthday.

It is slightly dirty and the gold has faded a bit but all it needs is a clean but I just don’t want to take it off I can’t take it off it protects me, makes me feel safe.

Pulling into the parking lot of the car I lock the car and walk into work and there is Max the guy I share my shift with here at the diner he is really nice and we get along well. But I only see him as a friend he could never be anymore. In fact since Justin I have never thought of another guy in the way I thought of him.

“Good morning Pippa” Max says with a smile on his face.

“Hey Max” I say while dropping my bag behind the bar of the diner and taking off my coat.

“How was your weekend?” he asks sincerely.

“Well the usual watching films in with Emma and 4 tubs of ice cream, what about you” I say laughing

“Boring as hell!” he said laughing as well.

I walk to the front of the diner turning the closed sign to open and stand behind the bar waiting for customers to come in.

Max walks over to the stereo and puts the retro music they play in the diner on.

I suppose this isn’t the worst place in the world to work I mean I earn money and at least I don’t have to work beside someone I dislike, so life could be a lot worse.

The news comes on the radio and my ears prick when I hear a familiar name mentioned.

‘Has Justin Bieber completely lost it? The Biebs has reportedly been caught speeding again in the area he lives in California after begin back for less than a week. Could all of these event be the end of Biebers career?’

Why is Justin acting like this its so not like him and it makes me sad.

I know we don’t talk anymore but I still care about him none the less.

“Who would have thought Justin Bieber of all people would be the next train wreck popstar” Max said to me just as a general comment.

“He is not a train wreck he has just lost his way a little that’s all he will pick himself up again soon don’t you worry” I say sternly trying to let Max know that Justin Bieber was a subject I did not like to talk about.

“Let me guess your one of the beliebers aren’t you” he says with a smirk on his face.

“You could say that now just keep doing your work before I slap that smirk off your face” I say laughing.

I am most definitely a belieber.

But I am not only a belieber.

I am still in love with him.

There I admitted it.

I have been in love with the same boy for nearly two years.

And if he walked back into my life tomorrow I would like to do nothing better than to tell him all this and just how much I love him.

I never should have let him go.

Justin please come back to me.

I need you.

I can feel it.

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