Justin Bieber Imagines

Hidden Scars || Sad/Cute

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"Babe?" Justin's questioning and concerned voice echoed through the whole flat.

"Yeah?" I called back from the kitchen, placing my glass of water down on the counter. My feet padded towards the doorframe of the kitchen entrance, as I popped my head out into the hallway.

Justin stood at the end of the hallway, his worried and fearful eyes meeting my confused ones. He held something in the palm of his hand, that seemed to shine due to the sunlight that was creeping from all of our windows around our house.

My eyes squinted to get a better look at the object in his hand, and once my eyes scanned what was actually in his hand, my mouth fell open and my orbs went wide.

The atmosphere around us fell silent as no one dared to speak to break the thick ice. Justin took slow and steady breaths, trying to find the right words to say at a situation like this, because he probably never thought he actually would be in a position like this.

For what felt like forever, his mouth parted. "Please tell me this," He raised his arm that held my silver blade, up in front of his face. "Is not what it looks like." He said, his voice breaking.

My mouth opened to respond, but what would I say? I can't lie, he caught me in the act. No words seemed to come out of my mouth, considering I was cowering and afraid that I actually did get caught, and I didn't know exactly what to tell him.

"Y/N," He asked, stepping forward, the floorboard creaking underneath his feet as he made slow steps towards me, afraid that I'd might run off and shut him off from me. "Please tell me it's not what it looks like..." He repeated pleading, wanting to hear a complete lie, instead of the truth, because in his head he already figured everything out, but doesn't want to admit it.

"I-" My head shook as he was now in front of me, his cologne making its presence to my nostrils as I took deep breaths, mentally gathering my thoughts to form the right words to say. My eyes darted towards the sinful object that his hand took hold of.

I thought I hid it well? How the hell did he find it? By now, tears were beginning to prickle my eyes as I knew that I had to finally confess to my loving boyfriend. The blade and everything else from my vision began to blur, as the tears whelmed up. I blinked once, and finally the tears fell from my eyes and slid down my cheeks as I made eye contact with Justin.

"I-I'm sorry..." I said to him, my voice shaky. And that was what Justin needed to know the truth. He was hoping for me to tell him anything else, besides me telling him the confirmation to whatever he was thinking, but how could I do that when there's proof right in front of his very eyes?

You see, Justin's that type of person that when there's a billion evidence in front of him, he'd still tell you to bring even more evidence just to prove something. He's that very stubborn type.

Justin drew in a breath as he knew that he finally had his negative thoughts confirmed. His eyes looked like they were welling up in tears as well.

"No- No, Y/N... this isn't you." He shook his head, hoping to shake away the thoughts that he's been given. "I know you- you don't do this. You'd never...."

See, stubborn.

"Justin, it's true! I cut alright! Just get it through your damn head already! I'm actually telling you, so don't you fucking tell me that this isn't true because I'm telling you!" I yelled at him, the warm tears rapidly pouring out of my eyes.

He stared at me, his own fresh batch of tears falling from his eyes. "I just... why?"

It once again fell silent, as you could only hear our sniffling, my quiet sobs, and my whimpering. I shamefully stared at the floor, not courageous enough to stare into his piercing hazel eyes.