Justin Bieber Imagines

Fighting

Imagine for Leslie:

You text Justin for the 20th time, asking him where he is. Its 1:00 in the morning and your really worried. You tell yourself you shouldn’t be, but you are. He wont answer your texts either. Which isn’t normal..at all.

You wait on the couch as the clock hits 3:00 a.m. You feel silent tears stream down your face, but you don’t know why. You miss him. You want him here holding you, watching movies and cuddling. You just want him here, and he isn’t even answering the damn phone.

You rest your head against a pillow and begin to drift away to sleep. Your only half asleep when you hear the door shut too loudly. Within a second your up off the couch and walking over to Justin. You go up to him and wrap your arms around his waist to give him a hug.

“Babe, where were you?! I missed you,” you say into his shoulder. You feel him slightly push you off. You lean away to see whats wrong.

“Justin..what’s wrong...” you ask. His eyes looked...off. Like he had been out drinking or something.

“Why do you always have to be up my ass..” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. You just stand there, stunned. He’s never talked to you like this. Ever.

Like..never.

“I’m sorry..” You whisper, backing away. “I’m sorry.”

You walk back over to the couch, hurt. The words repeat over and over in your head: Why do you always have to be up my ass...always up my ass...up my ass....

You hear a bunch of banging around in the kitchen, but you don’t bother to look. Your both pissed off and hurt at the same time.

“Goddamn, Les.” You heard him mumble. You acted like you didn’t hear it, no matter how much it hurt.

You rolled over on your side and decided to just sleep there for the night. You figured he was just drunk, and he’d be better in the morning.

You woke up about an hour later to warm hands on your shoulder. They carried you up to the bed upstairs, and you smiled in your sleep. You knew it was Justin carrying you to cuddle with him.

Justin layed you down and leaned over you. He started kissing your lips, then he kept moving further and further down to your jaw, chin, neck, chest...and he tried to get lower until your eyes fluttered opened and you yanked his head up by his hair, careful not to hurt him too bad.

Then you saw his eyes again. You saw that him being drunk or whatever hadn’t weared off. His eyes looked at you and turned so mean, that you wouldn’t even recognize that it was Justin.

“What Leslie?” he said. “Whats the matter now?”

You stuttered when you answered, “I’m not – you know...Justin – I can’t...”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You cant fuck me I know. Damn your so mature.” He got up and walked around to the other side of the bed. He layed down and rolled over to where he wasn’t facing you.

“Fuck you fuckin bitch.” He mumbled.

You completely froze – like your whole body went in shock. He did not just call you that. He did not just actually say that to you. Your mouth hung open for a second before you got up and started screaming at him.

“NO FUCK YOU JUSTIN! Like wtf is up with you?!” you screamed at him as you grabbed a bag in your closet. You began packing.

“Les–“

“NO! DON’T LES ME! There I sit, worried out of my damn mind about you and missing you like HELL! Then you FINNALLY DECIDE TO COME THE HELL HOME and I try to hug my BABE BECAUSE I MISSED HIM AND HE PUSHES ME AWAY FROM HIS HUNGOVER BODY! Then you say IM UP UR ASS?! Well fine then I WONT BE ANYMORE!” You continued packing, pretty proud of yourself because you held back your tears throughout all of that.

“Les, babe, I’m sorry...” he apologized. You looked into his eyes and you saw Justin again, but you weren’t going to just forgive him like that. Not after what he said to you.

“Justin YOU CANT JUST SAY THOSE THINGS,” you felt the tears stream down your face right then, but you didn’t care. “and expect me to forgive you like THAT! I’m done Justin im seriously done...” You got up and zipped your bag up before you threw it over your shoulder. You didn’t know where the hell you were going to go, though.

“Babe, you know I didn’t mean any of that! PLEASE!” he got up and ran towards you. He stopped you at the doorway and held your face in his hands. “Im. Sorry. I’ll make it up to you I SWEAR just give me a chance, Leslie!”

He started to lean in to kiss you, but you shoved your face away and started walking down the stairs. You were halfway down the stairs when the sound of a sniff almost made you turn around.

“Baby please,” you heard Justin whisper. “I can’t live without you, no..” You turned around and saw Justin crouched on the floor, leaning against the wall. His face was buried in his hands and he was sobbing. You knew you weren’t supposed to hear what he just said, because of the way he whispered it.

Justin got up and started pacing back and forth. He started cursing at himself while crying. You couldn’t stand there and watch his pain anymore, and you couldn’t walk away from it either. You started to walk up the stairs again.

“Justin...” you whispered, tears still running down your cheeks. He looked over at you and you saw his watery eyes. It broke your heart to see him like that. When you were up the stairs, Justin grabbed you in his arms and gave you a huge hug.

“Baby, Les I am so sorry. Please, please, please don’t leave me please I cant live without you I cant....babe please...” he started crying more into your hair, as you did into his shoulder.

“Im not Justin...Im not...” you whispered. You pulled away and grabbed his face in his hands. He put one hand on your cheek as well, wiping the tears away. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, moving them in a way hes never moved them before. You wrapped your arms back around his neck as he held your face and kissed your lips, tracing your teeth with his tongue, and breathing his minty scented breath.

He stopped the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist. He hugged you gently but passionately and whispered, “Im so sorry. I love you.”

He squeezed you tighter against him as you whispered back, “I love you too.”