Title: Wrong decision, that’s alright.
Pairing: Justin/ Cailin
Note: MY BEST FRIEND FUCKED ME OVER WITH THIS PAIRING I CANT STOP OBSESSING OVER THEM FRICK I FUCKED UP I AM WEAK
The title comes from the song Perfect by Pink
Word count: 5k
Summary: Justin learned that happiness, sometimes, shouldn’t be searched for. It will come to you. It did.
It happened so fast.
For Justin, it felt like he jumped in the highest building in the world, and there was no flying, there was just pain. Like when he jumped, everything fast forward on how he crashed down the ground.
Not a good feeling, doesn’t it?
And trust him, it’s not. He felt like he’s suffocating, and his chest feels too tight and his head aches so badly. He feels like, all of the physical pain he ignored before claw their way back to his body. All at once. And it hurts, it’s painful, yeah. So bad.
But nothing is much more painful of what his heart feels.
Cailin is hugging another guy. And fuck, yes, he should have seen it coming. Because what girl in the right mind would give an asshole like Justin a second chance or a time of the day at all? He broke the poor girl’s heart via instragram. And it’s not – good God – it’s not like, Justin didn’t love her. He does. Cailin is.. Cailin is something else. She’s pretty, she’s beautiful, she’s sexy, she’s lovely, she’s nice and she’s real, and she loves Justin. Justin watched her falls in love with him, and it’s really, really, something. Like Justin’s heart is filled with love and adoration for the girl.
But, Selena came over his house, crying, begging to give her another chance. And it was – it was a chance to make things right between them. And Justin grabbed it without second thinking, and now that he’s ready to explain everything to Cailin, that Cailin, it’s not what you think. Selena and I are not together. We’re trying; we’re just trying to figure things out. And I know I sound like an asshole, and I’m sorry. I want you back in my life, please. He sees Cailin with another guy, hugging him with all of her worth while the guy hugs back like she’s the world.
And maybe, she is.
Justin doesn’t know.
He fucks up, though. And that’s one thing he knows.
“The guy’s name is Nicholas Lucas,” Alfredo says.
Justin and Alfredo are in the living room. Alfredo has his laptop in his thigh, while he’s eating a chip that he dips in Nutella, which is, okay. A little weird and disgusting. But, Justin has eaten worst in his days, so he can’t throw stones like that.
“What? Who?” Justin asks.
“Nicholas Lucas, the guy Cailin was hugging in the last day of shoot.”
Justin frowns. “Alright,” he tries to sound casual like I don’t care, really but deep inside, he’s fucking tell me everything. “And?”
“And,” Alfredo eats his chips. “He’s a French model. He came from Paris, obviously, he’s half French and half British, and so he got the whole accent thing.”
Justin’s insides feel too painful. Like it’s getting blender and he got nothing to do about it. Of course, of fucking course. Cailin will pick that kind of guy.
French, British, good looking, build looking, attractive, a model. Something and everything Justin is not. Fuck this shit.
“How’d you know all this?” Justin asks.
