Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Stone Cold

I felt my heart collide against my ribs as I witnessed them. I felt as though the breath had been taken from me. I watched him dance with her while I clutched my phone in my hand, staring at it every now and then.

I felt cold. I felt numb. I stood still but I was crippling inside, collapsing and felt as though I was dying on the floor.

I wanted to speak to him, to hug him, to just be with him. I promised myself that if I was ever in this situation, I wouldn't react, I wouldn't cry. Maybe if I didn't cry, I wouldn't feel the emotions I was bound to feel.

I glanced around the room, trying to find anything to distract me, but the friends I'd came with were nowhere to be seen. I shifted between my feet, feeling the weight on my shoulders as I felt his presence. I hadn't seen Justin since we decided to go our separate ways, I didn't think it would hurt this much.

"[Y/N]?" My stomach dropped and my breath was taken away by the voice I hadn't heard in months. I wanted to run and hide. He let out a breath and smiled. "God, I haven't seen you in so long." He embraced me, making me cringe as I smelt her perfume on him.

"Justin, hi." I smiled weakly, dreading the entire conversation. I forced myself to make it through, wanting my heart to come out safe and secure.

"How have you been?" His hands rested in his pockets as he looked at me. But the look of love and adoration that once filled his orbs when he looked at me, had faded and been replaced with simple kindness.

"I-I've been great, thank you. What about you?" I attempted return the excitement to hold the conversation.

"I've been really good, things are getting better." He smiled warmly. A ghost of his hug clung to my body, the distant feeling haunted me; he used to hold me so tight and so carefully.

I tried so hard, God knows I tried to feel happy for him. Even if I couldn't understand what happened or where we went wrong, if happy is what she made him, I was happy for him.

"Who's the lucky lady?" I chuckled, digging myself a hole I really didn't want to get into. A smile erupted onto his face instantly as he glanced back at her.

"Oh, she's just someone I've been seeing. But God, she's amazing. There's such a strong feeling in my body when I'm with her, I can't even explain it." He spoke so highly of her, he smiled without even trying. I missed how he used to act when talking about me, I was once his everything and more. I was the one he talked about in interviews, who he cuddled at night, who he kissed just because he could.
But by the sounds of it, I was his amber but now she's his gold. My heart shattered.

I wanted to be happy for him but it became increasingly difficult as I watched how he talked about her. He talked with so much appreciation and passion that he used to show about me, he looked so in love like he once was with me. He adored her.

If he was genuinely happy with her, if happy was her, I was happy for him. I forced myself to feel overwhelmed for him; he deserved all the happiness in the world and he was getting it. That's all that mattered.

"I'm so, so happy for you, Justin, know that I am." My voice broke slightly but he didn't seem to notice. "You seem to really like her." I smiled, gripping my phone tighter in the palm of my hand.

"I, uh, I do. I haven't felt like this since-" He cut himself off, smiling over at me. "You." He looked down at his shoes before looking me in the eyes. "I hope you're happy." He sent me a kind, but distant look. Showing how he was once so close and now he's so far.

Before I knew it, I was back to being in the distance as I watched him dance with her happily. I took the pain and acknowledged the truth, making sure my heart would make it through this point in my life.

I spoke with my mind, having no other way of communication. If happy is her, I'm happy for you.