Justin Bieber One Shots

31. ( part 5 )

·Your pov.·

You looked into the mirror and softly dabbed the bruise on your shoulder with warm wet tile. You groaned, feeling the pain. Why wasn't it healing? You continued dabbing it and as you did so, the smell of blood became present. I could hear the heartbeat clearly and I could smell the scent. I knew that scent all too well. You slowly looked up into the mirror to see the reflection of Justin standing there leaning against the door frame with blood on his face. His eyes still hadn't returned to their normal color but his eyes balls weren't black anymore. His face was still red and his jaw was still clenched. His breathing was harsh but his heart was beating as slow as ever. His emotions were radiating off of him and coming onto me. He had a mix of emotions. There was anger, regret, sadness, sorrow... guilt. As for me, there was nothing but sadness and I'm pretty sure he could feel it. He could always feel what I was feeling. You looked at his eyes in the mirror but then looked away. You stayed quiet and continued dabbing the bruise until Justin walked up to you from behind. You slowly looked back up in the mirror to see that he was already looking at you. You looked back down again and continued doing what you were doing. It wasn't awkward at all. The tension was just really high and the room was filled with way too many emotions and unspoken words and thoughts. Justin stepped up closer behind you, his chest slightly pressed to your back. "Stop." You said and looked up at him through the mirror. His eyes had then finally become there normal warm brown again except this time, there was nothing warm about them. He ignored your request and stepped even closer to you, his chest fully against your back. The calming beat of his heart danced on your back and the feel of his emotions became even more clear. He gently grabbed your hand and removed it from your shoulder. He opened your hand and removed the towel from it, still looking into your eyes through the mirror. You stayed calm with the beating of his heart and dropped your hand down to your side. He moved your hair to the other side and brought the towel up to the bruise on your shoulder. "What are you doing?" You asked. He ignored you and started to very very gently dab it and relax you a little more. He dabbed it once more before pulling the towel away and replacing your shoulder with his soft soothing lips. If this his way of trying to get me to not be mad, he's doing a horrible job. You sighed and turned your body towards him. He slowly lifted his head and looked at you. "I can do it myself." You snapped and grabbed the towel from his hand. He quickly grabbed your hand and removed the towel from it. "Justin please don't start this mess again." You begged, not wanting to fight with him anymore. He didn't say anything. He sat the towel on the marble counter and looked at you. Why wasn't he saying anything? "Justin please." You begged. He grabbed both of your hands and pinned them on top of the marble counter. You sighed and looked past him. He stepped closer to you and you stepped back, now leaning against the counter. He took another step, you not being able to step any farther. "Look at me." He finally spoke. You ignored him and continued looking past him. He pressed the front of his body to yours and looked down at you. "Look at me." He demanded. You continued to ignore him but it wasn't pissing him off or anything. He actually had a mood in which he understood why you wouldn't wanna look at him. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, reeling you in. "Look at me." He whispered. Your eyes slowly traveled up to his captivating brown orbs. "Why do we do this?" He asked and you didn't answer. "We do we constantly go back and forth like this?" He asked, sadness taking its place in his voice. "Because you're a jealous little boy." You smartly answered. "You're bipolar as fuck and you get mad at the smallest things. You're a control freak. I could go on and on but I choose not to waist my time." You spat. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to contain his anger. "And me?" you asked. "You go against everything I say and you can't seem to do the littlest things. If I do something, I'm not doing it to hurt you, I'm doing it to protect you. You have a smart ass mouth *yn* and you know I don't like that shit. You know I have anger issues but you keep picking at me and then when I finally get annoyed enough to blow up, you wanna cry and call me all of these horrible names." He admitted. You sighed and looked down. I couldn't argue back because it was all of true. "That's not how it works *yn*. You can't just keep picking at me and expect me to not say anything. You know me and you know what type of guy I am so why do you continue to defy me and push my buttons?" He asked. You sighed and looked up at him. "I don't know." You answered. He shook his head and let go of your hands. He wrapped his arms around your waist and stared down at you. "I'll work on my shit and try to become better with these issues but I expect the same from you." He said. "Ok." You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm sorry. Ok? I meant nothing I said and I definitely didn't mean to hit you or hurt you. Forgive me?" He asked. You just stood there and didn't say a thing. "Forgive me." He demanded but you didn't say anything. He leaned in. "Forgive me." He whispered against your lips. You leaned up and smashed your lips onto his. He immediately kissed you back and you put your hands on his waist.

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