Justin Bieber Imagines

Give Me Warmth || Argument/Sweet

requested by: @Swaggiebitch1995

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rebekah.

I heard the familiar jingle of keys outside the door, suddenly alerting my senses and reeling my mind away from the direction about going to sleep. The door was being pushed open before Justin walked through.

"Where were you?" I asked as I carelessly flicked through the endless amount of channels, not deciding on which one to settle on, pretending that I wasn't just half-asleep, half-awake just a second ago.

"Out with my friends," He said the same sentence over and over again for these past counting days with the same tone- monotonous, making me sigh. I set the remote down besides me as I whipped my head to face him. His jaw was tightened and his face was looking at the another direction.

"Figures," I snickered as I put my main focus back on the television, pressing a closed palm to rest on my cheek, leaving all my weight to my arm that was resting on the armrest.

"What do you mean?" He asked in a tone that wasn't a pleasant sight to hear as he took small footsteps towards me. I assumed that he directed his gaze at me considering I could feel his eyes burning holes on my head.

"You went out today with your friends and came back at twelve am., again." I said simply in a way that I was brushing him off considering this argument wasn't worth having. He was probably already holding the world on his shoulders and me just giving him this pointless argument was weighing down on him as well.

I heard Justin scoff as he made his way in front of me, blocking my field of vision from the television, but I could care less because I wasn't even paying attention to the television in the first place. I tilted my head up and met Justin's firing eyes and found that I rilled him up. Oops.

"And you care because?" He growled as I broke eye contact with him. "You've got no right to bitch at me at midnight right now, just to know where I was when the other times that I came home at twelve or even later than that, I'd find you sleeping peacefully in our bed, not even calling or texting me once!"

"I think being your girlfriend, I deserve the right to know where you are and to at least answer my messages and calls." I seethed through clenched teeth as I abruptly stood up from the couch, my blood boiling underneath my skin.

"Oh shut up, don't act like you haven't picked up any of my calls either before. Jesus Rebekah, can't you just get off my ass for once!"

I began to take steps towards the exit of the living room, Justin beginning to follow suit. "That's the problem though, Justin! I've given you exactly that for these past days! You're asking for space and I'm giving you that! Maybe I didn't text you or call you those times because I know you. I knew you want space, and I gave you exactly that!"

"Maybe it's the fact that if you at least answered your phone, I would've canceled the reservations for the damn fucking restaurant that you made for us!" My voice raised as my face grew hot. "The fact that I sat in that restaurant that you told me to wait for you in, waiting for almost one hour, to only find out that you were with your friends?" I grew more frustrated as I took long strides towards the stairs and feeling Justin's presence closely behind me, the image popped up in my head of the waitress going back to my table a numerous amount of times to ask if I would like to order, but I declining considering I was waiting for Justin to arrive. Then it going to the point of her having to tell me to leave since there was other couples who actually had their date and were actually going to eat.

It was Justin's idea for him to make the reservations to the restaurant, we've been planning it since last month. At around nine am. this morning, he told me that had to take care of something first, telling me that he'd just meet me at the restaurant, but that ended up in Justin never meeting me and coming back home at twelve am.