Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Let Me Inside Of Your World.." (Part 3)

alright, here's part 3 - and to be honest, i havent finished writing the ending of this imagine yet, i dont know what i want to happen. please comment with what you want to happen. any ideas at all. thanks loves. and can you all keep watching the All That Matters video i'm trying so hard to break this record for justin.. xx  

*Your POV*    

You open your eyes and feel immediately blinded by the bright-white of the hospital light.    

What.. You think to yourself, Where are you?    

Justin sits on the bed across from you.    

Wait, he isn't sitting - he's kneeling.    

Wait, he isn't kneeling - he's praying. His shoulders are tensed and nearly all the muscles in his back are flexed. You hear the soft splat of his tear hitting the hospital floor and you moan out his name.    

"Justiiiin.." It comes out softer than a whisper, but he hears you.    

"(Y/N).. You're awake." He tries to wipe the tear from his eye. "How are you?"    

"How am i? I don't even know what just happened..or what's happening right now.. Why am I in hospital, Jay? What happened to me?"    

"You passed out outside the stage yesterday during my concert at your school. Doctors said something about an anxiety attack."    

Anxiety attack? Anxiety attack? What anxiety? The memories of the previous day come back to you and you know exactly why you were admitted to hospital.    

"So, now (Y/N), my question is, why did you have an anxiety attack?"    

"Because of you. Because of me. Because of us."    

"Us?"    

"Yeah. Us. I was thinking about how much I had missed you.. Then my mind wandered back to why I'd missed you.. And then I remember all the fights we'd had and how painful it was to have us fight so hard so often. And then I was thinking about what might happen if there was another chance for us... And then, I don't really know why, but I started hyperventilating. I remember the world, I remember everything spinning. And my vision was fuzzy. It was so scary..next thing I know I'm lying here in a hospital bed with you.."    

"(Y/N), I gave you an anxiety attack?"    

"No. Not exactly." Then, realizing what Justin's reaction will be, you add, "No. You didn't."    

"Oh my god.." He runs his hand through his hair and his muscles flex. He's obviously frustrated.    

"Please..calm down. It's fine. I'm alive."    

"Baby.. (Y/N), I love you more than life itself..but I just can't live with the thought of me hurting you that much.. All those fights - I hated them too. And I want to be back with you again but I'm not sure.." He inhales deeply.     

"Jay..what are you trying to say?"    

You can't figure out if he's being serious or not.    

"(Y/N), we can't be together."    

"Well Jesus Christ, you might as well tell me right freaking now in the midst of my ANXIETY ATTACK! The attack I had because I cared so much about you and me and us and what would happen to us after the show.. I just didn't want to fight you anymore. That doesn't mean we can't be together.."    

But you were done fighting, and done single-handedly trying to save your relationship with him. It was over.    

"(Y/N)-"    

"No." You interupt, anger and hatred boiling inside you. "Go. I never should've shown up at that concert. And I never want to see you ever again. Go."    

A tear trickles down your cheek. "Go!"    

His eyes fill with despair as he turns on his heels and walks out of the room without another word.    

You collapse in a heap of tears.    

He's gone, again.

*End of Part Three*