One Shot Series 3

"Please Don't Let This Ruin Our Relationship."

She sat on the bed running a brush through her hair, her mind preoccupied by the fight she and Justin had earlier. Minutes passed with her repeating her actions idly, before Justin entered their shared bedroom. She gave him a fleeting look which he returned, holding the gaze for a couple of mini seconds before he turned to make his way towards the cupboard. Shuffling noises were followed by a smack as the wooden door was shut and Justin went into the bathroom.

She sighed as she put her brush on the bedside table and tried to push him away from his thoughts. Push his harsh words from an hour ago, too. While her eyes stung at his ignorance, she still tried to stay strong as she lay on her side of the bed, completely burying herself under the covers.

No matter how comforting and warm they were, she still craved the warmth that her Justin provided when he tucked her into his embrace. Her back fit perfectly into his body as he enveloped her in his huge arms. But without him, she felt empty and cold.

Just as she closed her eyes preparing to drift into peaceful slumber, in an attempt to escape the stupid fight, Justin emerged from the bathroom dressed in a casual t-shirt and grey sweats. For a moment she thought he would leave the room and sleep in the spare one, like all other times, instead of sharing a bed with her. But she was proved wrong as Justin lightly jumped into his side of the bed. She felt the bed dip while she turned on her side so her back faced Justin.

A tear slipped from her eyes but she was determined not to let Justin see it. He may have called her rude stuff, but it was plainly her fault and she realized it. She shouldn't have been so over friendly to those guy in the club. This completely explained Justin's rude behaviour. But what triggered her annoyance right now was how Justin was having petty trust issues. Even after five years together why did he always need a proof that she belonged to him and only him?

She felt the bed shift again, from behind her lidded eyes, as an arm snaked it's way across her waist. Before she could open her mouth to speak or argue, Justin's voice filled the quiet room.

"Please don't let this ruin our relationship."

One simple sentence and she melted in his arms. Seven words from his full lips and she let herself loose, drinking in his Ralph Lauren fragrance that always managed to calm her and turn her on. She nodded as he pulled her further close to him.

Feeling his tight muscles draped all over her petite body, she felt a strong sense of reassurance. She opened her mouth to apologise but Justin beat her to it again.

"I'm sorry, baby. I love you too much and I do stupid things. Don't get angry. Please?"

How could she now deny his sweet tone? She nodded again, unable to say sentences. For she was fully aware that if she attempted to speak, her voice would crack and Justin would know.

But she decided to let out her thoughts, "I love you so much, Justin. More than you can ever imagine. And I wouldn't give you up for the world, you know that? You don't have to be jealous. I'll never leave you. You don't, either."

It was Justin's chance to nod. He pecked her lightly on her shoulder, the only part of her body that was exposed from her thin black tank top, and buried his nose in her hair, sniffing lightly.

"I believe you, beautiful. And I'll never leave. Forgive me?"

She smiled lightly, feeling content at having her Justin back. "Who can't?" She shot back, playfully.

He sighed, in bliss of having her happy in his arms again. In his protection again. Even though it had only been an hour since they had been apart, after the fight, he felt too bad to have blamed her for any of it and he wanted nothing in the world but to apologise, which he did.

"Good night, Justin."

"Good night, Demi." He said as they both drifted off to dreamland, happy at accomplishing faith in each other, that none of them was ever going to break.