Justin Bieber Imagines

Maybe I Was Wrong || Sad/Cute

: You and Justin got into a fight and you guys haven't talked in a month.

justin.

I gulped down the rest of my shot, feeling the liquid of alcohol burn the back of my throat. I smiled in satisfaction as my forth shot began to make me feel at ease. I slammed the small glass on the wooden bar, my friends around me drinking their own glasses.

I motioned for the bartender to refill the glass and he immediately refilled it.

I felt someone pat my back and I turned my head as I got hold of the full shot glass.

I saw my friend Khalil staring down at me.

"Aye bro, don't you think you've had enough tonight?" He asked, pointing to my glass.

I shook my head inwardly. "Nope." And with that, I gulped down the shot, licking my lips slightly.

Khalil sighed, shaking his head. "Whatever, man." He replied, walking away with a beer bottle in his hand.

I shrugged and continued on to drink the hidden pain away. I knew this would end bad, like the last time I drank, but I honestly didn't really care.

'Maybe, just one more.' I thought to myself.

But of course as the night went on, one shot, turned into 6 more shots and I was finally drunk enough to not feel or think about the past nor present.

you.

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. It was already 2 am., and I was lonely, empty, and bored for the fifth time this week.

Usually Justin would always occupy me so that I wouldn't be feeling like this, but we just decided to break it off about a month ago.

I actually heard that he's been doing a little better than I was. He didn't seem affected by our breakup like me. I was crying, and completely not over him. I've heard he's been partying more, and has been drinking a lot more.

But I don't care; if he wants to do it, then I'll let him do it.

As for me, I've been staying home a lot, and have not talked to anyone since the breakup. Pathetic right?

I know, I feel ashamed of it too.

I let out another deep sigh, turning my body around to try and get some sleep.

About 30 minutes passed, and I was just about to fall into sleep, but yet I was awoken by a blaring sound from my phone, making me a bit startled.

My eyes darted open, and I reached for my phone on the nightstand.

I checked the caller i.d and the words 'Khalil (:' popped up.

My eyebrows furrowed together at how he decided to call me at 2 am., and at how unexpectedly he called me after me and Justin's breakup.

Ever since we split, I've practically lost all connections with Justin, and his people. But I always see news about them, so basically I gave my distance between them.

I hesitantly answered the call, moving the phone up to my ear.

"Y/N?" Khalil spoke through the phone, sounding a bit nervous.

"Khalil? Why'd you call?" I asked, a little nervous myself at how long I haven't talked to him, his friends and Justin.

Suddenly just as Khalil was about to speak, someone screamed in the back, cutting Khalil off.

"WHERE'S Y/N?!? I WANT Y/N!!!!" Justin's voice screamed, followed by a few sobs just after.

Khalil nervously chuckled. "Y/N, I need you here, now. I'll explain everything when you're here..." He said.