Justin Bieber Imagines

Things Change || Sad/Makeup..? (Part 2)

( Part 2 )

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Her soft giggles filled my ear as I grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her into me. I smiled, burrowing my face into her neck. Her vibrations from her laughter radiated onto my skin, and I squeezed her hips before briskly carrying her, spinning around.

I wanted to feel this moment forever.

I wanted to be with her forever.

"I'll always love you, forever." I whispered into her ear. She beamed, turning around so she completely faced me and our front bodies were pushed together. My hand that was on her waist went to the small of her back, and I slowly brought my hand down to one of it's favorite spots to rest when I'm this close to her.

I squeezed her butt gently as she leaned up and kissed me hard on the mouth. I smiled, feeling my heart flutter at our skin touching.

"I always love you too, Jay." She whispered once we pulled away.

I darted straight up, panting heavily as I felt my heart thudded inside of me. My eyes looked around the darkness in my room, as my hands roamed over the cool sheets that her body was suppose to occupy. But - like every other night - I found nothing but emptiness. The bed almost represented my heart, emptiness.

I was feeling empty without Sophie.

This was the fifth time this week that I've had dreams about her. And the more dreams I got about her, the more it made my heart clench.

She was the best for me, and brought the good out of me. When I heard that I was suppose to break up with her, my heart literally stopped. I could just feel my heart breaking even at the thought.

Even two months later after we broke up, I still feel heartbroken. Scooter and my crew has been calling me nonstop, but I refuse to talk to anyone, especially my management. I haven't forgiven them for thinking about me having to break up with Sophie, but I certainly haven't forgiven myself for actually agreeing and going along with it.

I should've just smacked a waffle in their face, and object it, walking away. But you know what they say, "You don't know what you have, until it's gone."

There are a lot of things that I regret, but breaking up with a girl - that I begin to realize - who I needed, was the biggest one so far.

I guess I was too stupid, and immature to even realize that I needed Sophie more than I thought.

I scoffed to myself, hiding my pounding head in the palms of my hands, rubbing my still tired face.

And here I am right now, thinking to myself how much I actually do need her, when I could've thought about this when discussing the topic with Scooter and my management two months ago.

I should just have the damn balls to tell Sophie all of this in person, instead of talking about this to myself.

"I just hope she'll still want me." I muttered, thinking over a procedure on how to win Sophie back.

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Sophie's POV.

Three obnoxious, loud knocks echoed into my room, as each knock got more louder than the rest. I slowly felt myself peel my eyes open as yells were being heard from outside my brown wooden door.

"Sophie, get your butt out of bed, we need you to clean the kitchen." My mom's voice raised as she finally stopped knocking, and began to walk away from my bedroom door.