Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Me, Myself and (Drive)

I based this imagine off two songs: The imagine is mostly based on Drive by Halsey while the ending idea I got inspiration from the music video for Me, Myself and I by G-Eazy (hence the title). I feel like there might be the need for a warning? But I'm unsure. This is a little drastic I guess and could be painful for some people. Just be careful and enjoy.💗

[Y/N]'s P.O.V

The road was empty and opened up for us completely; there wasn't a car in sight that could stop us in that moment.

The streetlights caused the interior of the car to be tinted orange as the car sped down the open road. The colour appeared then disappeared, but only for a few seconds as it reappeared again. It happened over and over as we drove.

The engine roared whenever he pressed his foot down on the pedal and the tyres screeched against the tarmac as he swerved corners. We were the only ones making any noise in the open air.

Neither of us spoke, and it seemed as though neither of us were going to. We were consumed in each other, knowing we were both in each other's presence. But we had so much to say, so much we were holding back but not one word was said.

Letting my mind wander for just a moment, I remembered the feeling of his soft lips on neck not long ago and his touch that never left my body, almost as though he'd left an imprint. Looking over at him, his jaw was tight and his whole expression was dark making him look somewhat older.

The city around us was new to me, it didn't feel like anything I'd known before but knowing I was with him, even if I wasn't with him, made it feel like home.

Words formed on my lips, ready to be spoken aloud. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him and how much I needed him but the largest part of me, the one telling me that none of this would work, was forcing me to just sit down and enjoy the drive. So I did. And this played like a vicious circle in my mind. It was all so simple if only one of us would speak.

The burning sensation from where he had left hot kisses on my neck returned. He'd kissed my skin and he'd touched me, would it really kill if we kissed? All night long?

Only a few hours early was his laugh echoing down the highway as he picked up the speed but enjoyed my company at the same time. It took away the emptiness and gave me a whole new feeling of joy; it was such a melodic sound and I wanted to listen to it again and again.

Noticing we were on the highway for far too long, I realised he had been missing the exit signs. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. Was he distracted by me like I was distracted by him?

Justin's P.O.V

I sat with her riding next to me, I felt her warmth and I felt her presence. So much could've been said in those long hours on the road.

Driving, my hands gripped the steering wheel. She distracted me; I hoped she wouldn't notice the amount of exit signs I missed.

I wanted her on me, near me. I craved the feeling of her soft lips on mine while I touched her. My fingers tapped on the wheel as I focused on the road before me.

My brain was numb. Why had neither of us spoke? Why hadn't I? It was so simple to say how much I wanted her but as soon as the words were ready to leave my mouth, I overanalysed everything and my mouth shut immediately. I hated myself for it.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as she tapped her fingers on the car door, I felt myself obsess over anything she did just because it showed me that she was there and she was here with me.

I pressed my foot down on the pedal, loving the rush I gained from the speed on the open road. I kept going. Faster. Faster. A ghost of a smirk was on my lips at this point.

Thrilled, I glanced over at [Y/N] and noticed the worried appearance that was beginning to take over her face as she sat up properly. Faster.

I was too busy delving into the feeling of my heart pounding against my ribs, becoming over worked and stressed at the feeling of fright taking over my entire body to really understand what I was doing. My veins burned with hot blood.

And even as we were increasing in speed dramatically, she still didn't speak a word; neither of us did. And I laughed under my breath at the stupidity of it all; we were facing potential death and we were still both far too stubborn to speak the first word.

I made the recollection that the feeling I experienced as I sped down the highway at an increasing speed was the exact same feeling I felt when I kissed her. The rushing blood and the quickening of the heart were the exact same.

In the heat of it all, with my foot as far as it could go, I let my hands free of the pressure of the wheel. Just because I could. Because I wasn't scared of what would happen like I was when preparing to confess to her. With this, I had control and I loved it. This was right.

My body was instantly flung to the right, as was hers. It all happened so fast that I was no longer in control, but I didn't mind; I didn't have time to mind. It felt like a fairground ride as the car spun and took us around in circles.

I imagined the pounding of [Y/N]'s heart as she watched me fly out of control, and her piercing scream was enough to make me certain she was panicking. But it was okay - in a moment, it would all be over.

Pray the Lord, my soul to take. My heart's become too cold to break.

The last thing I remember was the stammer of my heart; I heard it ringing in my ears. And also, [Y/N]'s cries, but they faded out as I lost consciousness. The feeling in my body was starting to match the feeling I had previously been feeling in my head; numbness. And for the first time in a while, things were beginning to be okay.