Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

I "ache" in #mycalvins

i "ache" in #mycalvins
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s u m m a r y ; justin needs your help

{ (Y/N)'s Pov }

I sat up in bed, as the sound got louder. I look around the dark room, seeing nothing, but light from the streets outside and the digital clock's glow from the stand.

The sudden whimpers become louder, as I ease over in the bed, reaching out for Justin. But, the thing was, he wasn't there. . .

I silently question it, wandering if all the whimpers are coming from him. "But, where?" I whispered to myself, scattering out of the bed, in search for my boyfriend.

Maybe the bathroom, I think, as I quickly tiptoe across the floor of the bedroom, to the connected bathroom. The door is shut, and the light under the door is off. Was he really in there? I mean, he could be downstairs or something. . .

The sniffling got quicker, and I realized that he definitely was in there. But, why in the dark? Crying?

I creep to the door, not knocking as I slowly open the door. Sliding my head through the opening, darkness fills the room. The abrupt stop of the sniffling stops, and I know I've caught him.

My hands slide along the wall, until they feel upon the light switch. I flip the switch, and the light clicks on. In the light, I can now see, Justin sitting on the closed toliet, face in his hands and his elbows in his thighs.

"Baby?" I whispered out to him, concern for him fills me up, as I watch him. He slowly lifts his head up to glare up at me, I can see the tear trails from his eyes to his chin. His nose is slighlty a pink color, and he sniffs.

He doesn't say a single word, as I observe his state. He looks horrible.

"What happened, Justin?" I question, not really wanting an answer. I instantly fall to my knees in front of him, my eyebrows creased. He just puts his head back into his hands and sighs.

He mumbles something, shaking his head from side to side. I grasp onto his large hands, not feeling the warmth that I'd usually feel. He's so cold. . .

"Baby?" I say, pulling his hands away from his face, and squeeze his hands into my small ones. A groan leaves his plumped lips, his eyelids shielding his eyes from me. From the world. . .

I don't talk, my hands leave his hands. I take his head in between my hands, and pull his face towards mine. He doesn't need sex right now, but he does need his girlfriend. He needs someone to lean on, cry on.

I have to stop myself from bursting into tears, as I peck his forehead, then both of his eyelids, his nose and finally his lips. I keep my lips ghosting over his, a sigh blowing forwards to mine, as I hold him there.

"I-I don't want to lose you," Justin finally talks back, his lips brushing mine in the process. I grinned a little, "I don't want to lose you, Justin," I confessed to him, gripping onto his ears, and placing a more firm kiss on his lips before pushing back.

"Why'd you think I'd leave you?" I asked, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. Justin grunted, "I don't know. . .I just thought you'd leave and never come back," I had heard enough of this.

"Justin, listen," I say, bring his eyes up to level with mine. "I will never leave you alone," I say, making sure that he was looking directly into my eyes as I speak. Justin nodded his head, and I did, also.

After grazing at each other, I clean Justin up and we head back to the bed.

"I love you, (Y/N)" He says, pulling me closer to his chest and grips me like a pillow. "I love you, too, Justin," I say, as I feel him inhale my scent before closing his eyes. A smile on his face. . .

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