Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Going Rough*

I slammed the door shut quickly and felt a draft hit my back. I dropped my bag to the floor with a thud before I ran upstairs, missing a step every time.

I reached the bedroom and swung the door open, I saw a figure sitting on the bed and instantly knew it was Justin. I ran towards the desk in the corner.

"Baby, what are-"

"Have you seen that piece of paper I had last night?" I said, throwing anything that wasn't a white piece of paper behind me.

"Uh, didn't you take it with you this morning?" I heard his raspy voice, but I still hasn't looked at him. "Why?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "My boss wants it, and it's not at work and apparently, it's not here either." I said, rummaging through the small pile of paper that was still to be looked through. I felt the panicking feeling; knowing it wasn't going to be there.

"It's alright, you'll find it. Just take a deep breath." He said, and I found myself feeling agitated.

"It's not that simple, Justin." I huffed, letting both my hands run through my hair as I tried to retrace my steps. "Just be quiet for a minute, yeah?"

And he did as I asked. He didn't speak. I heard the clicking and the sound of his fingers against the keyboard as I looked under the bed.

"The last place I remember seeing it is in this room, I don't think I left here without it." I muttered to myself. "My boss is gonna kill me." I let my hands run over my face. "I've gotta go, I'll see you later." I said, waving to him, still not having looked at him for more than five seconds.

"Wait." He said, and I sighed. I rested my head against the door as I waited for him to speak. I felt as though time was slipping through my fingers and every second stood still was purely wasted. "[Y/N]."

I turned to see him laid on our bed with only a pair of shorts on. His laptop rested in his lap and his hair was just as it looked when he laid asleep in bed this morning. He looked good even when he'd done nothing to his appearance.

"You haven't even looked at me once since you just stormed in." He said, a look I couldn't register spread across his face.

I sighed, my hand moved through my hair once again. "I know, Justin and I'm sorry. I'm just really busy."

"And it's not just that, we haven't spent any time together in weeks. I get 'busy', I get handling your work with your life is difficult, but I don't see you anymore." He put the laptop to the side and got to his feet.

"What do you want me to do?"

He looked at me, confused. "I want you to at least act like you love me!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

"I do love you! Surely that should be enough?" I asked. "I can't deal with this right now, Justin. I still have to find that paper my boss wanted. We'll talk later, okay?"

"See? Right there. Fucking proof. You're choosing your work over your boyfriend." He spat and I flinched at his harshness. "I understand that you have a job, and I love that you're independent and you're doing your own thing, but I miss you. I'm sick of coming home to an empty house, I'm sick of sleeping alone and waking up alone."

My heart shattered for him as he strained his words and his eyes searched my face from the other side of the room.

"Justin, where is this coming from?" I asked, staring at him before shifting my eyes to the floor. "Look, sometimes you have to make sacrifices. I'm sorry." I said, moving backwards towards the door.

He walked towards me and I felt myself wanting to know what he was going to do. Shout at me? Fall to his knees? Kiss me?

I watched as he gulped. I imagined tiny cogs and switches working in his mind while he thought about his next words.