Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

Worthless; Part One

*Justin's POV*

Ryan's eyes widen.

"She's pissed, man," He clenches his teeth. "Pissed."

I drop my phone, not giving a shit that it's got no case on it and it just probably smashed against my hard-wood floor.

I sigh and run my hands down my face. 

I hurt my baby…

"What… What do I do? I–… I don't know what to say…"

"I mean… You cheated on her, man. There's nothing to say…" Ryan reminds me.

My lip quivers. "I KNOW I DID, RY. I GET THAT, OKAY? I DON'T NEED YOU TO REMIND ME WHAT I DID! I HURT THE ONLY PERSON I CARE ABOUT, THE ONLY PERSON I NEED, THE ONLY PERSON I REALLY LOVE IN THIS WORLD AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT; NOTHING I CAN DO TO FIX THAT; NOTHING I CAN DO TO ERASE THAT. I'LL HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, AND I'LL MOST LIKELY LIVE THAT LIFE ALONE…" I huff and stumble over to the couch and sit down weakly. Once I've calmed down, I continue: "I don't want to lose her."

He comes to the couch and sits beside me, "I know, Justin–…"

"Ryan, I can't lose her," I interrupt him and my head falls into my lap.

Tears spill down my face and soon enough my face is sopping wet.

"You need to talk to her. Even just hearing her voice is gonna make you feel better, Jay." Ryan rubs my back.

"You're right," I nod. "I need to hear her voice. I do."

I stand up and walk toward where my phone lies.

"No." Ryan interjects.

"What?"

"No," He says. "You aren't calling her."

"You just told me I need to hear her voice, and I do–…"

"You're going to her house, Justin. Don't be ridiculous. You're going to her house and you're going to work this out the way you need to. You didn't mean for any of this to happen, and there's no way in hell you can explain that in a text, okay? So move your ass and drive over there."

I run to my door, grab my runners, and start tying them frantically.

"What are you doing? Your keys are back there–"

"I'm running there, Ry. I need to get to my baby as soon as possible. I'll see you soon, thank you."

And with that I fling the door open and race down the road toward Taylor's house; not caring to even close the door behind me.

*Taylor's POV*

My breathing hitches in my throat as the picture surfaces on the screen of my phone.

I should've known. I should've known.

It was inevitable.

We weren't meant to last forever. We weren't.

I thought–no, I hoped–that we were, but we aren't.

Because we were a grenade. 

We were bound to blow up. It was written in the stars. 

How could I have let myself get so attached to this boy?

I stumble backwards as I try to get up off my bed and I slide down the wall and curl my knees up toward my body, hugging them.

A tear drips down my cheek.

All I wanted was a forever. All I've ever wanted is a forever. Why couldn't Justin've been the guy to give it to me?