< Chapter 2: Breaking The News >

< 3 months earlier >

♥ Jamie’s POV: ♥

When I woke up the next morning, Justin was holding Jason in his arms and they both looked out the window into the morning sunshine. I watched quietly, noticing how focused Justin was, his thoughts probably elsewhere as he continued to stare at merely nothing. Jason then cooed at his father, purring playfully. Justin snapped out of his muse and looked at his son, his lips in a thin line as his deep thinking resumed.

“Good morning,” I said groggily, slowly climbing out of bed. Startled, Justin turned to look at me quickly, tightening his grip on Lil J.

“Jesus, Jamie,” he muttered teasingly. I smiled warmly at him, walking over to where he was standing and making a hand gesture to let him know I wanted to hold Jason now. He immediately caught on to what I wanted and handed him over carefully.

“It isn’t so fun when you’re the one getting scared all the time, is it?” I giggled, securing my arms around Jason.

Justin shook his head, a smile playing about his lips. I kissed the top of Jason’s head and looked up at my fiancé.

“Can I ask you something?” I spoke quietly, resting Jason’s head on my shoulder.

Justin’s eyebrows furrowed together as slight confusion and curiosity spread across his features. “Of course,” he shrugged, as if not understanding why I would even ask such a question.

“Yesterday before bed you seemed a little dazed…” I trailed off, attentively watching his eyes. “I asked you if you were okay and you told me you were just tired.”

He didn’t say anything, and each second passed by slowly as he stalled time. “So?” he finally asked.

“Here’s the thing…” I paused. “I didn’t believe you.”

Justin sighed, his eyes glancing at Jason for a second before looking back at me.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” I prompted, then waited for an answer.

“It’s not me,” he murmured. “I’m completely fine, it’s just…”

“—Just what?”

He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his pants and gazed at the floor. “I was with Ryan yesterday, he—…. He told me that Allison and him had sex on their date the other night and that it wasn’t the first time they’d done that.”

I internally took a long sigh of relief, relaxing myself because all this time, I thought something was bothering Justin, not that he was worried about someone else.

“What’s wrong about that?” I asked cluelessly, another part of me smirking and saying I knew it’d happen sooner or later.

“He said they never used protection, neither time,” Justin explained.

“We didn’t either.”

“And what did we end up with?” Justin smirked slightly, eyeing our son in my arms.

“A baby,” I said casually, a teasing grin on my face.

“So what will Ryan and Allison end up with?” he asked suggestively.

“A ba–” I paused. My eyes nearly bolted out of their sockets as I came to realize what exactly Justin was implying here. “Oh my god… Allison’s pregnant?!”

“Well, we don’t know yet. It’s just that, that’s what Ryan was worried about.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together, letting the news sink in. “Ryan? A father?” I said to myself out loud. “That’s a first.”

“I couldn’t believe it either,” Justin sighed. “But if they’re going to have a baby, I’m happy for them.” He stepped closer towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “Mini Ryan can play with Mini Me.”

I let out a small giggle, throwing my head back so it rested at the crook of his neck. Once I had settled into his arms, I let out a sigh in content. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Bieber,” I hummed happily. I felt Justin’s lips on my neck as he gave it a light peck.

“Me neither,” he whispered into my ear. “It’d be official–you’ll be mine and mine only. No one else’s.”

“It feels like it’s always been that way anyway,” I smiled. “You were so protective of me the minute I learned to crawl.”

“Didn’t your mother tell us a story a while ago about how our moms put us on the floor to crawl and play together and we couldn’t stop hugging each other?” he chuckled, his laugh brightening the room. “I think they have a billion pictures of that day.”

My smile widened at the memory. “Mom said that you gave me a kiss on the cheek,” I grinned.

“Hmm,” he pulled me closer to his chest as I tightened my grip on Jason in my arms. “It seems I was flirting with you even then.”

You know when you laugh at something and it accidentally comes out louder than you expected? Yeah, that’s what I did.

“No surprise there,” I giggled, feeling Jason shift in my arms as he kicked at the air and babbled at us. I leaned down to give our son a kiss on his cute little cheek before turning around and exiting the room.

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< Present Day >

♥ Ryan’s POV: ♥ 

“Are you pregnant, Allison?” I asked, not once thinking about the words that had escaped my lips.

Allison’s eyes widened and she quickly looked away from me, her face blushing red. My stomach twisted in knots, knowing exactly what the hesitation towards answering my question actually meant.

There was no way around it. I already knew what I needed to know...

“How long ago did you find out?” my voice was shaking. To be completely honest, I was scared. I don’t know the first thing about raising a baby. Is this how Justin felt when he found out he was going to be a father?

“Ryan,” she held her hand up to stop me from saying anything else. Her eyes were staring straight into mine as her cheeks fought the urge to grow redder. “I’m not pregnant.”

I was engulfed in unmitigated confusion, letting out a chunk of air I didn’t know I was holding in.

“Wait… W-What?” I choked on my own words. I’m not going to lie; no matter how scared the thought of a baby right now made me, I was disappointed to also hear that there actually won’t be a baby any time soon for us.

“I don’t know where you got that idea from but it’s false. I’m not pregnant,” she clarified, her eyes glistening of tears.

“Then…” I stepped closer to her, stroking her arm for comfort. “What is it that you have to tell me so urgently that you would show up in the middle of the night through a harsh storm?”

“Only because it isn’t pregnancy, it doesn’t mean it isn’t urgent,” she sighed, taking my hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. “Ryan, I–…”

A tear slid down her cheek as she pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around her, the sight of her crying hurting my heart. “What’s wrong, baby?” I nervously asked her.

“I’m… I’m leaving you,” she whispered, looking up at me. I felt my blood freeze, the words stinging my ears as the world crashed down below me.

“W-What? You’re… You’re…”

“I’m sorry but… I’m moving to Florida. I-In America,” she cupped my cheek, her hand giving me all the warmth I needed.

“No… No, you can’t leave. What about… What about us?” Tears surfaced my eye sockets, my lip trembling as I got ready to beg my heart out and plead her not to leave me.

“I don’t have a choice, Ryan. My dad got promoted to a new, better job. He can’t take on the offer if we don’t move and I have to. I can’t just upset my father, he really wants this and… I told him he had a lot of convincing to do. The day he told my family the news, I told him I hated him for being so selfish. I told him he was ruining my life but, in reality, he wants what’s best for me. It’s a better life and I thought long and hard about it. I didn’t want to tell you anything until I knew for sure if I was leaving or not. Believe me, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you, I really do. I’ll never forget you, Ry,” she sobbed quietly, attacking me with a tight hug and squeezing my body into hers.

My vision was blurry and the strawberry scent of her hair crawled up my nose and I thought, I’m going to miss this.

“Allison, I just want you to be happy,” I murmured in her ear. “But I also wish I could be the one bringing that happiness. For a long time, my wish became true but now? Now I can’t be there anymore. And though I can’t physically be there, I can at heart. Why can’t we—… Why can’t we try long-distance?”

I pulled away and held her at arms-length, staring into her beautiful blue orbs. “A long distance relationship?” she asked, her face as vulnerable as I’ve ever seen it.

I nodded quietly. “I’ll visit as many times as I can and you can too. I just.. I love you way too much to just let you go like this. If Justin can go on tour for 3 weeks and come back to Jamie, we can do it too. Think of this as you going on tour.”

She giggled softly before her smile faded as quickly as it came. “Ryan… I love you enough to give this thing a try. I’m not going to give up on you now. Not after all we’ve been through.”

“So is that a yes?” I smiled.

“I’ll miss you like crazy but yeah… It’s a yes,” she brushed her thumb against my skin, comforting me instantly. “I love you, Ry.”

“I love you too,” I pecked her lips, hugging her tightly before whispering in her ear. “Why don’t you stay the night? I’m not letting you go back out there, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed into my chest, walking upstairs with me until we reached my bedroom.

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I was still far too upset about the news I had received from Allison recently. It’s been three days since she told me she was moving and ever since, I’ve been an emotional wreck. I needed to talk to someone and, figuring that Justin would be busy this early in the morning, I called Chaz and he didn’t pick up his phone so I just left to Justin’s home, where he and Jamie are temporarily staying at with Jason.

I stood hesitantly at the front door, forgetting there was a doorbell for some reason and so knocking on the door instead. I waited for what felt like an eternity before the door swung open, revealing Phoebe in her pajamas.

“Hey!” she greeted me cheerfully. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just driving around and decided to stop by, um… I want to talk to Justin,” I forced a smile.

Her cheerful facial expression slowly disappeared. “Is everything okay?” she asked, knowing exactly how to read my tone and match it to my emotions.

“I’ll explain later, can I just come in?”

“Yes, of course,” she let me inside, “I slept over yesterday so that’s why I’m here, in case you were wondering.”

“I kinda figured you did,” I shrugged, giving her a thankful look before leaving upstairs to find Justin. Upon noticing how quiet it was in the hallway, I silently strolled towards Justin’s room, careful not to make too much noise. When I reached his door, I saw that it was slightly opened and I couldn’t help but peek inside, wondering if he was even in there. I looked through the gap between the door and the doorframe and saw a shirtless Justin with his eyes closed, laying down on the bed with both of his hands tucked at the back of his head while Jamie laid on top of him, her left hand cupping his neck as they shared a passionate kiss.

Alright, the first thing that ran through my head was, are they having sex?!

I pretty much freaked out, my worst nightmare slowly biting me in the ass. What’s my worst nightmare you ask? Catching two people in the act of having sex. I don’t care who it was: my parents, my best friends or my cousins—I didn’t ever want to catch anyone while they were having sex.

I let out a loud gasp, turning to run the other way but tripping and falling right in front of the door, my legs pushing the it wide open as I landed head first on the ground.

“Shit,” I muttered, regaining my composure and slowly standing up. I leaned against the doorframe for support, my heart beating rapidly as I looked over at Justin and Jamie, who stared at me like deers caught in headlights.

“What the fuck!?” Justin yelled, while Jamie slapped a hand to her chest, where her heart is located.

“You scared the crap out of me!” Jamie complained, letting out a long breath of air in relief.

“I’m sorry, I-.. I thought you guys were fucking…” I smirked sheepishly.

“We weren’t!” Justin threw his hands up in frustration. Wow, someone’s pissed.

“I’m sorry!” I repeated. “I saw you shirtless and then you two were making out so.. It really looked like it.”

“You could’ve also knocked,” Jamie suggested sarcastically, letting out a few giggles before sliding out of the bed, helping Justin stand up as well, in which he rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek.

I sighed. My best friends have the best relationship I’ve ever seen. Why can’t I have one like them?

“Sorry,” I whispered, apologizing for the third time.

“Don’t worry about it,” Justin brushed it off, walking towards me in only his boxers and patting my back, quickly embracing me into a bro-hug. I hugged him back, reaching my hands to his waist and pulling on his underwear before releasing it so that it snapped to his waistline.

“Put some fucking clothes on, you whore,” I whispered in his ear before releasing him and pushing him back. I heard Jamie burst out laughing from in front of us and Justin rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

“I will eventually,” he grinned, crossing his arms. “So what’s up? I haven’t seen you in five days, bro.”

“I know, it’s insane,” I gave him a small smile. “It’s just that a lot’s been going on and I needed to talk to you.” His face contorted in confusion and I locked eyes with Jamie. “It’s kind of a man talk…”

Jamie stared back at me, her eyebrows raised with the same level of confusion that Justin held on to, but she still nodded quietly. “I’ll go see what Phoebe’s up to,” she awkwardly announced, leaving towards the exit and walking out of the room, leaving Justin and I alone. I made sure to close the door before turning to face him again, a drop of sweat sliding down my forehead.

“Dude, are you okay?” Justin asked cautiously.

“Kind of,” I sighed. “Something’s happened…”

“With who? You?”

“No. Allison,” I fought back the urge to cry. “She’s moving.”

Justin’s eyes widened, shock overcoming his features. “What? She is?!”

I nodded, the pain of saying it out loud rushing through my veins. “She’s moving to Florida. I convinced her that a long distance relationship could work but I’m not entirely sure, I just said it because I didn’t want to hear her say she’s breaking up with me. I don’t want her to leave me, I–.. I love her.”

“Ry…” Justin whispered. “Sit down.” He signaled towards the bed in back of us with his eyes. I silently did as I was told and waited until he sat down next to me. “Let me tell you something that Selena chick needs to learn. Sometimes you just have to be smart enough to follow certain rules under certain conditions but… If you love something, set it free.”

I looked at him, the sadness I was holding on to for 3 days rising in my gut. “I can’t..” I muttered. “I just.. Can’t.”

“Ry,” Justin repeated, snapping his fingers in an attempt to snap me back to reality. “I love the living hell out of Jamie,” he began. “I love her so much that, if someone told me what I just told you, I’d fight back. I’d say that we’re meant to be–that I don’t need to set her free, and that she’s free with me. But… Every single time I go on tour, there’s an immense amount of pain I carry with me everywhere. If I’m not with Jamie, I feel like I’m dying. I swear to god, I feel unhealthy, as if Jamie is the key for me to keep on living. But for some reason, I always manage to survive those painful days and come home to her, where my heart is renewed and filled with her love. It’s for that very reason that I know that if I wasn’t famous, long distance relationships just wouldn’t work for me. I’m not gone for long, which is why Jamie and I can work, not to mention our ever-growing love for each other. You have to be sure you can go through all that pain for longer than I can. You might not see Allison for four months or longer, so the question is… Are you okay with that?”

I paused, thinking about his question before the answer was made obvious to me. “No,” I said. “It’s not okay with me.”

“Then it’s just not going to work, bro,” Justin said, his voice soft and filled with sorrow. “You need to let her go. If it was meant to be, I promise she will come back to you.”

I felt my eyes stinging, prompting me to let it out while my body shook in fear. The thought of all Allison and I went through going down the drain was absolutely frightening. I let out a small whimper, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold in my tears any longer. I felt Justin move closer to me, giving me another hug in an attempt to comfort me.

It was sincerely nice of him to do that, but not even his hugs can fix the pain in my heart. It’s just that… His hugs won’t stop Allison from moving, so they can’t really help me, can they?

But even so, Justin sat with me patiently, letting me cry into his shoulder, reminding me of the time where he was the one crying into my shoulder.

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Euugh poor Ryan :’(

Who do YOU guys agree with? Do you agree with Ryan, meaning he and Allison should do a long distance relationship? Or Justin, meaning Ryan should just let Allison go?

See you guys in the next update and think about Jastin when you hear #HoldTight (I hear it’s a baby making song, LMAO)

- Nina xx