"I wasn't flirting with her God damn it!" Justin said frustrated while putting his hand through his hair.
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This asshole have the nerve to tell me that he wasn't flirting with her, but I was there, I wasn't freaking standing next to him.
"Really? I was there Justin! I was just next to you!! Are you blind or what? Calling her beautiful and all I that stuff! How do you think it makes me feel!?" I said shouting to him, it was one am but at this moment I didn't care if the neighbors could hears us.
"Lower your voice y/n, you have to calm down, why are you overreacting." He said sounding calm.
"Don't tell me to calm down Justin, it's not the first time you are doing this and I'm so sick of it, sick of you flirting with girls, drinking your ass off every night, I'm so sick of it."
"If you are "so sick of me" just leave my house, I don't fucking need you, I am Justin bieber I can have whoever I want!" He said to me while raising his voice.
"Fuck you Justin." I spat at him, and going to the bedroom and packing my bags.
"What are you doing?" I heard Justin voice next to me, he was standing next to the door looking at me.
"Packing my bags, you want me gone, don't worry I'm just making your wish come true." I said now zipping my bag.
"Babe-" I cut him. "Don't you dare call me babe, I'm not your babe anymore Justin." I said while standing up and going downstairs.
"No, I was angry baby, I didn't mean it I promise to everything that I have, I love you, I'm sorry okay, I wasn't flirting with her baby, I love you and only you, I want to end my life with you, I want to be able to call you my wife, the mother of my children. I promise baby girl please don't leave me, I need you, I didn't mean it. Please baby, please." He said with tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Justin." I said leaving.
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