Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Forget Her

"What the fuck?!" Justin shouted and he watched her flinch. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" His eyes sunk deep into her face.

"I-I don't know what I was thinking Justin, I'm so sorry." She stuttered and tried to move closer to him, he simply moved back.

"How could you do this?" He asked, looking down on her. He noticed how her lip quivered.

"I wasn't in the right mindset." She said before taking her lips in her mouth; probably to stop the bottom one from shaking so much.

She seemed to cower away from him and he couldn't help but want to laugh, he thought it was funny how she thought she had any right to feel anything other than guilt in that moment.

"Please listen to me." She whispered, looking away from him.

"You fucked another man, I don't have to listen to a thing you have to say." He spat, wanting to do anything he could to release his anger.

"I regret it more than anything, Justin. You have to know that." She said, looking at him pleadingly.

They stood in front of each other now, after all the arguing and fighting, things had quietened down, but the hammering in Justin's chest still hadn't stopped.

"I just can't believe this." Justin said, he felt his empty stomach churning. "I feel physically sick, [Y/N]."

"I'm so sorry-"

"You touched him. He touched you. He's seen you, all of you. Fuck, I can't do this." He felt himself beginning to sweat.

"Justin, please." Her small voice followed behind as he made his way into the kitchen. "Just talk to me."

He swung around in that moment to see her face so full of pain and worry. Good. He thought.

"Alright. Let's talk." Justin's hand ran through his hair as he felt the heat of his anger physically effecting him. He faced her with a look of complete distance. "Talk to me about how you betrayed me. Talk to me about how we had one minute argument and you decided to find the first man who'd happily fuck your sadness away. You wanna talk about this? Fine." He spat, slamming his fist down on the table, causing her frail body to jump. He felt nothing but the deep pain in his chest and the straining lump in his throat.

"P-Please," She whispered. "I'm so, so sorry." He noticed how her hands were trembling viciously by her side as she looked at me pleadingly.

"Sorry doesn't really make up for it, [Y/N]." He said, knowing that his strong gaze on her was only making it harder for her. So his eyes didn't leave her face.

"I-I wasn't thinking straight. I was upset and scared and angry and it was all overwhelming." She said. "I wouldn't blame you if you did the same. We were angry at each other and we were blind." Her voice was squeaky; Justin had never seen her like that.

His face tightened as he frowned at her. "What? You actually think I'd be pathetic and desperate enough to do what you did? Just because we argued, [Y/N], that doesn't give you the right to cheat on me!" He blinked rapidly while his hands flew in the air, he felt the lump moving up his throat.

Seeing [Y/N] in such a state was enough to make Justin's heart cripple behind his ribs, and he wanted nothing more than to take her in his hold and keep her safe, but before he could decide on it, his mind reminded him what was happening.

The idea that she had been with someone else, and someone else had seen her the way only he was supposed to see her; it angered him. He felt fire in his stomach.