Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Insecurities

"You can't keep me locked up away, [Y/N]! I'm allowed to go out with my friends!" Justin shouted across the room, pacing around as he did so.

"You know that's not what I'm trying to do, I just don't like when you hang around with those people! Please try and understand." Your arms were being thrown around in the air constantly, hoping he'd understand.

This wasn't an argument that'd just started, it'd been building up for the past few weeks. There'd be slight disagreements and spits of anger and you'd each just sigh and say how you don't want to it now, and you'd go to bed and cuddle without saying another word. But this? This was it. It was happening.

"God, you can be so fucking needy and possessive sometimes! I don't have a girlfriend so I can be told what to do! Stop being up my ass all the dam time." He growled as he turned to look at you.
But he didn't stop there. "Also, it's not your fucking choice who I surround myself with. You know, when we first started dating, I never thought you'd turn to be one of those obsessive, manipulating girlfriends. Get off my fucking back." He spat at you as his glare burned into the side of your head as you looked away.

You felt tears prick your eyes, threatening to fall. All the emotion and anger that'd build up inside of you was being let out and your body turned numb, you collapsed to the floor and let out a huge sigh as the tears started to fall as you hugged your legs with your arms.

Justin stood staring at you, his hard glare turned into a sympathetic, concerned gaze and his anger turned into worry as he watched his girlfriend break down.

"Baby." Justin, with no other words to say in that moment, shot towards you and dropped down next to you.

"I-I don't mean to be any of those things you say I'm turning into. I just see all those beautiful girls you hang around with that are so much more capable of making a better girlfriend than me and it makes me think that you're going to realise that and leave me." You sobbed uncontrollably, feeling stupid that you were in this state in front of Justin.

"That's what this is about? Baby, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you just tell me if you felt like that? Listen. [Y/N], you have nothing to worry about. You're the only person I need to make me happy, I only want you. It's me and you forever."
Justin rubbed your arm soothingly.

"But they're all so beautiful and probably fun to be around and then you have to come home to me." A slightly disgusted look appeared your face as you finished your sentence.

"They might be, but not as beautiful as you. You're so breathtaking, and not just on the outside. You have such a kind heart and you're just so amazing. My heart aches with how much love and appreciation I hold for you, I need you to be able to be me, I don't need any of them. And coming home to you is my favourite thing because I know out of all those women, I chose you, and out of all those men, you chose me. I'm so lucky to have you, I'm not letting you go." He stared in your eyes, holding your hand tightly.

By now, more tears were rolling down your cheeks and you were hiccuping every ten seconds.

"I love you, I'm sorry for coming off the way I did." You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into him.

"I love you too, babygirl. You have no idea. I'm sorry for shouting at you, I didn't mean to make you cry or upset you, I was just angry. And don't worry about it, just talk to me next time, okay?" His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap slightly as you both sat in the middle of the floor, embracing each other.