justin bieber imagines

Sorry

Justin's POV

My sight is blurred, my words are slurred, and my steps fail to make a similar pattern. As my security guard pushes back the dozens of paparazzi, all I can focus on is keeping my balance.

I finally catch a glimpse of my front door. I reach out to grab the handle, no longer surrounded by people.

"Baby, I'm home."

I stumble through the grand entrance and see her sitting there on the couch. Although my eyes are glossed over and my breath tastes of alcohol, all I want to do is kiss her.

She turns her head to look at me. I stop walking so I can take it in. I'm waiting to see that beautiful smile of hers. Those glittery blue eyes. Nothing else could light up my day like she could.

To my surprise, there is no smile on her face. Instead she looks disappointed and confused. I have to walk closer to make out the tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

"You told me you'd come back at 8 for dinner," she whispers softly.

"Baby, I couldn't make it. You know that I can't always be on time with my work."

Lately I've been blowing her off. I'm getting ready to start my tour so there's always work to be done. Besides, the guys always invite me to the club afterwards to get drinks.

"It is 1 in the morning. I have been waiting here all night for you. In fact, I have been waiting here every night for the past month, wondering when you would step through that door." I can see the tears streaming down her face now, my vision beginning to improve.

"I remember when you tried to come home as early as you could every evening so we could talk about our day, and have dinner together. Do you remember that, Justin?"

"I could never forget." I choked. The tears began to well in my eyes. I can't stand seeing her unhappy.

"I remember when we would sit on the couch and throw food at each other, when you would ignore your phone so you didn't have to take your eyes off of me."

Now I stand only inches in front of her, cradling her face in my palms. Her eyes look elsewhere as she fights back her emotions.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I never want to take my eyes off of you. I promise, from now on, I'll try to come home earl-"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Let me finish."

I still stand in front of her, not breaking eye contact. My head had stopped swirling from the booze and I was able to understand every word.

"I remember when we would lay in bed, and enjoy each other. We didn't have to say a word to be completely in sync. I would wear your clothes and lay my head on your chest. I could feel your heart beating... But my favorite part about it was when you would catch me right before I closed my eyes, kiss me goodnight, and tell me that you loved me."

"And I still love you!" I had to sit down. The tears were squeezing their way out, making a path down my face.

"But it's not like that anymore," I was startled by her firm tone. "Now I go to bed wondering if you'll make it home safely, or if you'll even make it home at all."

Silence fills the air. I realize what I had been doing. Is it too late now to say sorry?

"Justin, I love you with all of my heart. I may never be able to love anyone as much as I love you. But you need to figure out who you are right now... and I need to give you space so that you can."

Everything came crashing down when I saw her grip the straps of her duffel bag that had been sitting on the floor. My heart shattered into millions of pieces.

I sit there frozen in shock as she slowly steps toward the door, her sobs would remain in my ears forever.

The girl I promised to marry one day, the girl I wanted to raise my children, the girl I wanted spend eternity with, was leaving me. She was everything that I was, she was everything that I loved.

Then I heard the door shut... and I lost it.