Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Broken.." (Part Two)

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Here you go; Part Two. I hope you like the ending to this imagine, I looked through all of your comments and ideas and took them each into account and I hope you like what I put together. Enjoy, loves!

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* Ariana's POV *

I press my lips together. "Hmmm..."

I move my king one space to the right. "Check."

I look up into Justin's carmel eyes. He raises his eyebrow. Effortless sexiness.

Justin slides his queen diagonally four spaces and takes my king. "You lose!!"

I drop my jaw. How did I not see that?!

I bite my lip and shake my head at him.

He shrugs it off. "I win."

"Yeah I got that," I fight back.

Justin leans closer to me from across the table, resting himself on his elbows.

"Awe. Don't be jealous, baby."

I lean in too. "You wish."

He licks his lips. "You know me too well.. And I've known you long enough to recognize how sexy you look when you're jealous."

I clench my jaw. "Sexy, huh?"

Justin nods and takes my face in his hands, bringing it toward his and smashing his lips on mine.

His abrupt movement makes me want to shriek from the pain it causes on my shoulders {scars}, but I hold it in. 

Conceal, don't feel; don't let them know

I promised Justin I would stop with the cutting on my shoulders, but that was over a month ago, and he's forgotten, I know he has.

After he read my journal he took me up to our room and made me watch him throw away the scissors I used to cut myself. He watched me like a hawk for the next little while, dropping me sweet compliments every few hours. I know that should've made me feel...better, but... It didn't. If anything, it made me feel worse.

It made me feel like Justin didn't mean what he was saying. Like he was complimenting how I looked just so I wouldn't feel insecure, not because he really thought I looked beautiful.

I know I sound selfish and immodest, but that's how I felt feel. 

Justin pulls his lips off mine with a smirk. "I'm making dinner tonight, okay?"

I nod. "I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower, then I'll be back down."

He smiles. "Alright, beautiful. I'll miss you."