⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"It was a fucking mistake."

I sat comfortably in the booth inside of a small coffee shop, glancing out the window at the wet streets and the numerous people walking in different directions along with umbrellas and raincoats. The sky appeared a light grey as rain drizzled in a calmly manner. Bringing my coffee mug to my lips for a brief moment, I placed it gently on the smooth surface of the table.

Homeostasis approaches and suddenly my foot begins bouncing up and down repeatedly in attempt to form some sort of warmth when multiple people enter the shop and the door doesn't close once. Some wore thick trench coats and others wore windbreakers. Waiters and waitresses rushed hurriedly around the busy shop, taking people's orders and serving beverages and dishes as quickly and as best as they possibly could.

After finishing a long day at work, I initially planned on heading straight home to cuddle my comfortable bed with warm sheets and pillows but decided against it as the weather seemed to be abnormally cold, especially for the area I live in. If I walked through that freezer any longer I'm quite positive I'd freeze to death. Thank God I arrived here before this huge crowd came in.

I came back from a week of vacationing with my family only to be heartbroken and completely shattered when I arrived my first day back at school. I was so happy to see his face again, to smell his scent again, to get those comforting warm hugs from him again, to receive those loving kisses again, but little did I know that last time was the last time that was going to happen.

A ting erupted from the bell attached onto the entrance door, interrupting me from my thoughts. A familiar looking guy now entered and instinctively, I knew that side view of his facial structure all to well. His head turned a bit more, granting me the access to more of his facial features and that's when my body froze completely and my heart sank to my stomach. Justin. I wanted to stare at him for much longer but I refused for his eyes to meet mine and see the look of desperation I had for him. I quickly grab my beanie from the seat before adjusting it on my head and lowering my head as hand protected my face from being exposed.

Out of all the fucking places he could've gone to, he had to come here. That's just great. Why couldn't he barge in the next building or simply just keep walking to wherever the hell he needed to be. If he sees me, I wouldn't know what to say. Maybe he'll just briefly look at me and not take a second glance since he seemed to not have a problem doing the exact same thing a year ago, leaving me dumbfounded. I hope I'm not making this obvious without even realizing it. I pretended to examine the condiment set that sat lifelessly against the rectangular-shaped glass window that had white writing in cursive before accepting the option in skimming over words of the newspaper displayed in front of me.

What the hell am I doing? I don't even read newspapers. Laying a finger on this would give me metallic-smelling hands with black prints on them and I'd rather not put up with the unpleasant scent.

And then suddenly, I sense something or someone plopping down in the cushion across the table, clearly disturbing the peacefulness of drowning in my own thoughts until it kills me. Before me, there was Looking at him and taking in his features only made things worse because images and words from that day were instantly rewinded and became crystal clear and brand new now. It felt like it happened a few hours ago. It was like a fresh memory. I stared at him for a few more seconds, mentally judging him for the way he treated me. I broke away from our intense eye contact before grabbing my belongings and rising from my seat. He hurriedly grips my arm, my movements coming to a halt as I plop back down.

"I'm sorry Y/N." he says sympathetically, an exhausted expression splattered across his face.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it." I mutter steadily to prevent suspicion of a rising argument that nearby customers and employees would hear.