Justin Bieber Imagines

Imagine for Everyone #16

It's been 7 months since you and Justin have broken up.

Nothing has been the same.

You started to drink, and when I say drink, I mean drink, A LOT.

Every night, you would drink and drink until you were passed out on your bed.

You knew that it wasn't good for you and that this was going to turn into a huge issue in the future.

You only did this because it took away the pain for a short amount of time.

When the heartaches came back, the more you drank.

Most of your friends stopped coming around because you drank too much.

They begged you to stop, but no matter what they said, you wouldn't listen.

The only person that still came around was Christian, Justin's best friend, who happened to be your best friend.

He promised he would never turn his back on you and he is doing everything in his power to help you get through this.

Your POV

I woke up with a pounding headache, once again.

It's nothing new really.

I never thought that I would turn to this.

I got up and went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

What have I done? I've turned into a monster.

I got dressed and did my make-up so I actually looked like a human for once in my life.

I stumbled down the stairs and grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

I opened a cabinet and got out the asprin and took some to make my head stop throbbing.

Then, I heard someone knock on the door.

I walked slowly to the door and opened it to see Christian standing there.

"Oh good, you're dressed. Come on we're going somewhere." He said.

I rolled my eyes and tried to close the door on him.

I was no match for his strength because he pushed the door back open and entered.

"Look, Y/N, you haven't left the house about 7 months. You need some fresh air, it'll help, I promise." He said.

"I just don't want to go anywhere. I've confined myself to this house because everything, and I mean everything, reminds me of Justin. Do you understand how hard it is to get over a guy you've dated for 2 and a half years?" I said.

"Look at me, Y/N." Christian said.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently.

"Look, I love you Y/N and I care about you more than anything in the world, but right now, the only thing that you are doing is walking out this door to my car to go somewhere." He said.