Mistakes: 3

"Ohmygosh! You look adorable!" Hayden screeches and throws her arms around me, and I stumble backwards.
"Stop it! You'll mess up my hair!" I shove her away. "Why must you always hug me?"
"I'm a hugger." She rolls her eyes and smiles. "So when are we leaving?"
"Soon. We gotta wait for Hadley to get ready."
"Right. God, she is so slow! I can't believe I'm related to her."
"Really? I can." I laugh and pick up my phone. No calls from Justin. This is so hard. I try to keep it all inside so I don't bring everybody down, but I can't handle it. I need to talk to somebody, but I don't know if I can talk to my friends about it. They won't understand. Hayden's been going out with Tanner for six months. And Hadley always meets guys at soccer camp, and now she's going out with a gorgeous brown-haired blue-eyed senior named Garret who's on the varsity soccer team, the perfect match for her.
Maybe I should call Justin. I think I'm going to. I look up, and see Hayden flipping through my new Seventeen magazine. I dial and press the phone to my ear. It rings...and rings...and rings...and he finally picks up. "Hello? You've reached The Biebs."
"Hello Mr. Biebs, may I speak to my boyfriend?"
"It depends. What does The Biebs get if he lets you?"
"If he's lucky, he gets punched in the nose."
"Ouch. Sounds painful. How bout a kiss instead?"
"Whatever, Justin. You're an idiot, ya know that?"
"I know. But I'm your idiot." He laughs.
"Justin... We need to talk." I don't want to say it, but I do. I give Hayden a look, and she leaves the room.
He stops laughing. "What do you mean, 'We need to talk'?"
"I mean...we need to talk about us."
"Nikki...I know I'm gone a lot...but..."
"I know it's your job. And I know it's your dream. But I need you! I need you to call me when you say you're going to, not two weeks later. I need to see you other than on posters and interveiws and magazines." I can't start crying. I can't. But I feel the lump in my throat beginning to form, and I beg the tears not to fall. "I need you here."
"I'm trying. I really am. But I'm so busy. This week, I had four concerts, two interveiws, a meet and greet, I was on vocal rest for two days-"
"You can at least text me when you're on vocal rest! I just need to talk to you sometime! I don't want to find out what you're doing my checking your twitter or seeing a special on E! like I have been!"
"Nicolette!"
"Justin! I don't think I can do this anymore!" I can't stop it; the tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I don't even bother to wipe them away. "I'm sorry."
"Nicolette..." I can hear the sadness in his voice. "Nicolette I'm sorry. I wish I could be with you. But we both knew this would be hard. And I know its harder than you thought it would be. But I can't do anything about it! And I need you! I need you, it kills me every day not to be with you, to touch you, kiss you! I hate this just as much as you do! But neither of us have any control over it. I'm so, so, so sorry. Please, don't do this though."
"I'm sorry, Justin. I really am. I don't want this to be the only solution, but I can't take it. I just can't." I wipe away some tears, but it doesn't make a difference.
"I understand. But please, before you're absolutely sure, look outside."
"What? Look out-"
"Just do it."
I walk to my window, pull back the curtain, and look out into my backyard. I gasp. "Justin..."
"Hi Nikki." He waves to me, and I weakly wave back. Then, I drop my phone, not bothering to hang up, and run as fast as I can out of my room, downstairs, through the kitchen, and out the back door.
"Justin!" I run to him and leap into his arms. He hugs me, picking me up and twirling me around. "Justin! I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too." He sets me down and pushes my hair out of my face. "Why are you crying?"
"Because of you! First, you make me break up with you, then you do this crazy, nice, unexpected, totally sweet thing. What's your problem?" I laugh. "Oh my God, Justin. I love you so much!" I hug him again. "I can't believe you're here," I mutter into his neck.
"Me either. Don't ever scare me like that again, though, okay? Don't ever make me think you're breaking up with me. That was horrible. I thought I came all this way for nothing." He leans toward me more. "I would've tried to get you back though."
"I know you would've. But how can you be here? What about the tour?"
"I paused it." He shrugs his shoulders.
"You paused it? You paused it." I laugh, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him really close to me. "You're too good to be true."
"Well, believe it." He closes the gap between us and kisses me.
I want it to last forever.