Blurred Perfection. 21: Lies Never Hurt As Much As The Truth.

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*YOUR P.O.V.*

          We sat in the hot tub at the hotel and I took my head off of his shoulder. Justin just looked worried the whole time, it was the quickest mood change I'd seen. I scooted closer and he faked a smile, for like the 40th time since we'd been here. I'd been trying to ignore them, but now it was just bothering me. It was a few days into our vacation and Justin had been acting different the whole time. I could tell that he was trying to hide it, But I saw it and he didn't even know. He wasn't doing that bad of a job hiding it though. 

          "Justin, something's wrong." I said and he looked at me then away again.

          He wouldn't talk to me now and I felt like something really bad happened. I watched as he stood up and looked down on me.  

          "I'm going to go back to the room, the- uh- chlorine is bugging my eyes."

          He trudged out of the water and I watched as he grabbed his towel and walked out of the room. I sat there and sighed. I couldn't believe that he was happy just a few minutes before and that he just lied to my face and didn't even answer my question. 

          I got out about 30 minutes later and headed up to the room. I walked into our hotel room and saw Justin sitting on the bed with his face buried in his hands. He had changed into sweats and a tank top. I wasn't sure whether to talk to him or not. But talking always solved all of our problems, so I decided that it couldn't hurt right? I slowly walked towards him and he didn't move at all.  

          "Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" I said standing in front of him 

          He still didn't move at all. I couldn't even read him, which was unusual.  

          "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." he said. But his voice was so different, it wasn't him. 

          With the tone that he spoke in, I could tell that there was a problem. But what could it be? Why was he acting like this all of a sudden?  

          "Justin you can talk to me. I'm here to help remember?" 

          "I said don't worry about it." He began raising his voice and I backed away. I stood there wrapped in my towel, almost completely dry. How could someone be so happy one minute, and not the next? I didn't know what to say, words just came out of my mouth.  

          "I'm not leaving you alone Justin. I'm worried, something's wrong and I need to know-" 

          He looked up to me and I saw anger in his eyes. 

          "Just stop. Don't you understand? I don't want to talk about it now so just leave it alone." 

          I took a deep breath. He was pissed, and it was aggravating me now too. The Justin I knew would never act like this towards me.  

          "Why are you being like this? Your acting different, you were just happy an hour ago, I'm not dumb. I can see the fake smiles and laughs and-" I stopped. I didn't want to fight with him. I knew it wouldn't end very well. Why did this have to happen on vacation?  

          "And what?" 

          "The lies Justin. The lies. You've lied to me constantly since we got here. Why? Lying just makes everything worse! What is it? The media?" 

          "Everything! Do you know how hard my life has been lately?"  

          "Obviously not because you never tell me anything! What happened to that huh? Being best friends isn't an option anymore?" 

          "I just can't-" He stopped and his voice trailed off. I had tears in my eyes. He couldn't what? Be with me?  

          "Can't what? Is it me?" I said feeling tears in my eyes as I forced them away. 

          "It's the pressure. Management..."

          He stopped talking and I felt my heart drop. I had no idea what he meant by "management". What could they possibly say to him? He stood and walked around with his hands on his head. I crossed my arms and stared at him. I was pissed, sad, whatever you want to call it. I felt it.  

          "Management? What do you mean? Scooter?" 

          "No others. They keep contacting me and telling me that I have to choose. You or my career. But I can't. They say that you’re a distraction and that you're getting in the way..." 

          It hurt me when he finished his last words. Getting in the way? I never thought that I could be hurt by just four simple plain old words. I had tears in my eyes but I quickly wiped them away because I didn't want to seem weak. I sat down and he stopped moving but stood near the bathroom door.  

          "Is that why you've been spoiling me lately? So that you could make me feel like I'm on top of the world with the greatest boyfriend beside me, before dropping a bomb and destroying me? Destroying us?" 

          "What do you mean destroying us? This is not- I don't want this!" he said as I looked him in the eyes and took a big gulp of air. I couldn't handle what was going on; too much was going through my head and I couldn't even process.  

          "You know exactly what I mean. Why would you do this? If you've known for so long, why not just tell me?" I said with a bit of anger in my voice. 

          "It's not that easy-" 

          "But it's easy to lie to me, your girlfriend?" 

          He looked away with nothing to say. I was so mad that he did all of this and decided to tell me right when I was the happiest.  

          "Look, we can work this out, hide our relationship, we can get by this!" he said. 

          "Hide our relationship? You don't get it do you!? You're Justin FREAKING Bieber. You can't hide anything with the way your life is. People find out, it doesn't matter how well we could hide it. Someone would find out." 

          He took a deep breath before sitting down in a chair. I didn't want to hide a relationship- and I was pissed at him anyways!  

          "Even if we could do that, I wouldn't." I said as he looked up at me with a confused look on his face.  

          "What do you mean?" 

          "I wouldn't do it. What you did to me today- no for the past few days, at least I think, is horrible. I didn't want to find out this way. It makes everything ten times worse." 

          No one spoke and I had to pull myself together. Tears were streaming down my face and I didn't bother wiping them away. I got up, got dressed, and started grabbing my stuff and putting it into bags. Justin stood up in front of me and I stopped. 

          "What are you doing?" he said, just inches away from me. 

          "Packing. I can't stay here, I have to leave." I walked around him to the bathroom. He didn't move at all, just stared off into the distance. I finished packing and checked around.  

          "So this is it?" he asked as his voice trailed off. 

          I could hear the pain and anger and sadness in his voice. I knew it wasn't his fault, but keeping this from me was not acceptable. I know it was dumb to break up over this, but we had to either way. I walked towards the door with my bags and took a deep breath before turning around back to Justin. 

          "This is our second break-up. Don't you think this is for the best?" I said quietly as I looked at him with swollen eyes. 

          "No, it's not for the best. I-I need you (YN)." 

          I bit my lip and tears fell from my eyes. I just wanted this pain to be over. But I never wanted to be without Justin, it's like nobody agreed with us together. 

          "Goodbye Justin." 

          I swallowed hard and walked out of the door and down the hall. I got out of the hotel and to the airport as soon as I could, and caught the next flight back to New York. I sat in the plane watching the clouds out the window go by. I drained the world out listening to music before falling asleep to Fall..

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-Ana.