Justin Bieber Imagines

A Mess Worth Fixing

Songs for Story:

Bad Day- Justin Bieber

Photograph- Ed Sheeran

I Won't Give Up- Jason Mraz

Battlefield- Jordan Sparks 

Can't Stop- One Republic

Change Me- Justin Bieber 

It's been a crazy year...ever since you and Justin had started dating. You two had met through some unexpected circumstances. No one would have guess you both would end up together. You had played hard to get and he was just plain stubborn. But it happened. And you had thought it was one of the best decisions in your entire life. You loved him dearly, and you felt he loved you too. Sometimes the relationship was rocky but you both always made up.

But as of late it was constant conflict. Arguments about complete nonsense. Sure, you could be unreasonable here and there but he was just so hard headed. He often would leave and hang out with his friends to avoid the yelling and stress of it all. You hated it. Absolutely despised it. The relationship was beginning to feel toxic but you just couldn't accept it. Tonight you were laying on the couch by yourself having no idea where Justin was. Mindlessly you flipped the TV channels finding no interest in them. Sighing to yourself you sent Justin a text: *Where are you?* Not that you really cared anymore but tonight he promised he would come over and was already an hour late. Hearing the doorbell, you bolt up, pausing before opening the front door. "Hey." Was the only thing he said before making his way to the kitchen. "Nice to see you too." You mumbled, frowning. "Don't even start Y/N...I'm not in the mood." He grumbled searching through the pantry. "Start what!?" You glared, already annoyed at his attitude along with his intrusion of your food. "Picking and nagging on me...it just gets old." He said eating a cracker. "Well I'm sorry...gosh forbid I shouldn't worry or care about my boyfriend like a good girlfriend should." Leaning against the counter you sighed again. "Oh yeah? You sure are doin a lame good job then aren't ya?" He didn't look at you but continued munching. His words hit you like a punch in the face. You couldn't deny it really hurt. You didn't want to fight anymore...you didn't want it to be like this, you never thought it would be. You just imagined living the dream life with Justin. But none of this. You were done fighting, you couldn't take it anymore. A tear slipped down your face and you quickly rubbed it away. Exhaling you stood in front of him causing him to look at you. "Justin..." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Justin, I don't understand what's wrong with us, I don't see where we went wrong but we have gone desperately downhill. What happened? I...I just miss how we used to be..." You couldn't stop the tears from staining your cheeks. "I don't know what really happened. Maybe we both have changed...all I know is that these past few months have been a living nightmare." He ran his fingers through his hair avoiding your gaze. "Is that it? Is that all you have to say? Is we have changed? In what way...I don't get it...I never wanted this. I just wanted you Justin and obviously something got in the way." Your lip trembled but you kept it together. "And you think I WANTED this!? This constant tension and arguing!? Because I never did! And frankly I'm just about done with this. With you." He huffed, his voice becoming louder with each word. You saw where this was heading and it tore your heart in two. "Justin please calm..." You said quietly but he interrupted. "Calm down!? You're making it look like I'm the only problem between us... You ALWAYS do this!!!! You blame me and think you're blameless! Well I've had ENOUGH!" He screamed, punching the counter, his face expressionless, turning his back to you. You stepped back covering your mouth with your hand to hide your sobs. You never saw him get this angry and it was terrifying. "I...I think it would be better...if we left each other alone. For our...own good." You stuttered through hiccups. "Yeah." Justin said barely audible.  "I wish I knew where we screwed up..." You whispered. "Y/N, I honestly don't know. We probably were never even meant to be together." His back still turned against you, his chest heaving up and down. Your heart felt heavy and just sad. "How can you say that, don't you remember all the times we were happy? Where we actually showed how much we loved each other? Because I do and I sure as heck know that what we had was real." You now were more determined to find the root of the problem. "Had" being the word." He turned around, his lips in a firm line. Each thing he said killed you a little inside. His face showed no emotion...like he really never did care. And that hurt the most, how he could just leave you without even a second thought. "Ok." You tried organizing your thoughts before continuing. "Justin we are over. You don't care, and I can't stand fighting, and I can't just stand here while you hurt me even more." You moved toward the door waiting for him to follow your lead. "There you go again, blame shifting." He rolled his eyes. His voice icy "You're so freakin immature." You scoffed. He just stood there not moving a centimeter. "What are you doing?" You scowled, wanting this be over, even though you wish it didn't have to end this way. Justin shrugged. "I need to get my stuff that I have left here." "Oh yeah...get whatever you need and please...just go." "Gladly." He mumbled trudging up the stairs. You stood with your arms folded, waiting for him to come down. He came down slowly, things piled in his arms. His sweatshirts he gave you, some other pieces of clothing, a toothbrush, and a bag of unopened Cheetos. "I'm sure there's more so maybe send it somehow." He mumbled. "Probably not." He glared at you before grabbing his phone from the table. "It's been real it's been fun, but it hasnt been real fun." He smirked at his joke while you saw no humor it. "I'm sorry I "ruined" your life." You said dryly, not truly sorry. "I'm sure I'll move on soon enough." He was so harsh and sarcastic, you never had seen him like this before. But this was different you guessed...it was the end of your relationship. "K, you can leave now." You stood back letting him pass but he didn't move. You couldn't bear to look at his face, no sorrow or regret. Nothing. It was all blank. You were getting angry. "GET OUT!" You screamed, pointing at the door. You were fuming. Without a word he reached for the doorknob, while holding onto his things with the other arm. He slammed it shut before walking to his car. You couldn't believe this was happening. You drew the curtain back watching him throw the pile of things in the trunk and slide into the drivers seat. Pulling out of your driveway he silently drove away. It was always tradition between you both to honk twice before leaving. But that was over too. You saw his car halt at the stop sign at the end of your street. He paused longer than usual before driving out of sight. That's when it hit you. Like a ton of bricks. He was gone...never coming back. He didn't even act like he loved you. Maybe he was right, it never was meant to be. But that didn't make it hurt any less. Your eyes welled up. You did nothing to stop them as tears rolled down your cheeks. You numbly sat down on the couch. You'd had break ups before but none of them were this bad. What made it worse was you loved him so much, with everything you had. You pictured many times marrying him and spending the rest of your life with him. That's what made it different. You never dreamed it would end in heartbreak. You dragged yourself upstairs plopping on your unmade bed. It genuinely hurt to think about the memories...all the sweet times you both had shared. You couldn't help but think back to a moment that always warmed your heart.