justin bieber imagines

Trust

Your POV

I arrive home after a girls night out with my friends. It was late. This has become a routine, going out to dinner but getting back home in the early hours of the morning.

I shut the door and take off my jacket, setting it down on the kitchen counter. I glance at the oven clock and the time reads 2:47. I guess my girls night turned into more of a girls morning. My heels clicked on the hardwoods as I go to grab something to eat. I could still feel the effects of alcohol in my veins.

After I finish eating, I quietly walk up the steps, careful not to wake Justin. I peer through the cracked door, seeing him sitting on the side of the bed, fully awake. He held his knees close to his chest and his bare back was facing my direction.

I pushed the door open and his head snapped back to look at me. The room was dark, but I could clearly make out his red puffy eyes.

"Where have you been?" He spoke in a low, raspy voice. By now I knew he had been crying.

"Justin, what's wrong? I was out with my girlfriends. We just got dinner and went out to a bar after, I promise you nothing happened." I suddenly was scared. Not of what Justin would do or say, but what he thought I was doing. He is my one true love, the man I hope to marry one day. I would never do anything to hurt him or our relationship.

He stared at me with those puffy eyes. All I could think about was if we would make it through this. He has to believe me.

"Justin, I promise you." Tears started to stream down my cheeks. "Nothing happened and nothing will ever happen, okay? I have never once thought about getting with another guy. I love you so much, please don't leave me." I could barely stand up anymore I was crying so hard.

I started getting hysterical. "You know what? I'll stop hanging out with them, I'll spend more time with you. We can go to dinner more or watch Netflix here and eat ice cream..."

Thankfully, Justin stood up. He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his and pulled him closer, resting my cheek on his bare chest. He slowly pulled away to look into my eyes.

"You don't need to stop hanging out with your friends, I'm being irrational. I'm sorry, I should never have thought you did anything. I trust you," he said, pulling me close to him again. We held each other tight and didn't let go.

"Although, I would like some more of those dates you were talking about." He winked and leaned down to give me a warm, soft kiss.