Justin Bieber Imagines! :)

Lost love - Part 3

You wanted to yell and scream but you chose to stay quiet. You picked up Fred in your arms and tucked him into bed. You closed the curtains of the room and walked towards Fred. You looked at his calm sleeping face one last time and kissed his forehead. Then you gestured Sam to move outside the room. Sam gave you a smile and went outside.

But Justin stood there like a statue, his eyes fixed on you. Without making any eye contact, you started walking towards the door. Your heart beats became faster with each step you took towards him. As you walked past him, you felt his warm hands on you. He grabbed your wrist but didn't say anything. You wanted to turn towards him and kiss his soft lips. It was already hard to convince yourself that you'll be alright without him. In these 4 months, you sometimes thought about what would you say to him if he ever crossed your path. But when he actually did, you couldn't say anything. You felt so helpless, realising that the person who broke you was the only person who could fix you.

You tried to loosen his grip but the more you tried loosening it, the more tighter it became. He seemed weak but still he was strong compared to you. You let out a deep sigh out of frustration and gave up. Justin closed the door behind him and took you to another room. He kept staring at you and you kept staring at the floor. The silence in the room tried to fill the cracks, those if left open, would bring out the chaos within you two. You were thinking about the last conversation you had with him and how it changed your life forever. You suddenly felt rage building up inside you and you tried to loosen his grip again. This time more furiously. But Justin was adamant. You finally spoke.

"Leave my hand"
Justin stayed quiet.

"I said, leave my hand"
This time you made eye contact. You saw his desperate eyes that screamed in pain. He didn't have any tears left in him. You tried so hard to look away but couldn't. You wanted to. But couldn't. You needed to. But couldn't. You froze. It's funny how strong emotions can be. Not only can they control your mind but also your body.

"Why?" , Justin asked after a brief moment.

"Because you don't have any right to hold my hand"

Justin pulled you towards him and said, "Really? You have already been in my arms before. So holding your hand shouldn't be a problem"

"Grow up, Justin. Those were old times. Just because we were close then, doesn't mean that you have the license to do anything as you please. Time changes everything. Time changed you. So don't give me that bullshit logic of yours."

"You should be happy. A celebrity is holding your hand. And your body against his"

"You can be a celebrity in the eyes of others. But in my eyes, you've already lost all respect. What you said right now shows how disgusting and sick you are. And unfortunately, your 'celebrity' status can't compensate for that"

"You are such a hypocrite. First, you used me for the 'celebrity' status and now when I'm giving you the privilege to do so, you point fingers at me"

He had blamed you for everything when he broke your relationship. And now he was blaming you again. So many baseless allegations and nothing to prove. You were mentally tired. So you bursted out and raised your voice.

"Enough! I've had enough of your crap. I don't care anymore what you do. As long as it doesn't involve me. If you don't want to believe me, that's your choice. Your opinion. Your life. It doesn't concern me anymore. The last time we talked, I made it very clear that you stay the hell out of my way. You gave up on me. Then why are you getting so affected when I did the same? This anger, this frustration that you have, is not my problem anymore. I am not accountable to you anymore. So you don't deserve any justifications from me. Since the past 4 months, I have been analysing every conversation I had with your friends. I have been going over every little detail to find out what made your friends think like that about me. I've been trying to figure out if I led somebody on. If I gave the wrong signals unintentionally. I have been beating myself up for you. But not anymore"

Justin's grip had loosened as you spoke. You walked towards the door and turned towards him. In a calm tone you said, "Justin I thought we were in love. I thought you loved me. And I thought you trusted me. I thought you would protect me from the world. But you ended up being the reason for my pain. I trusted you. I gave myself to you. I gave my everything to you. I gave my emotions to you, my vulnerabilities to you. I let you see my dark sides. And after giving you so much, you chose to believe your friends. You didn't even think for a split second that your friends might be wrong. That you should trust me. I know how hard it is to trust people, being a celebrity. But we've been together for so long, Justin. People cross that stage after a while. And I thought you did. But I was clearly wrong. And you've been blaming me all along. But don't worry. I'll blame myself for meeting you, for becoming your friend, for loving you. This is the last thing I'm giving to you. Maybe it'll help you move on. Goodbye"

Saying things out loud to him had reduced the pain. You exited the room hoping you got the closure you were looking for.

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I know I got carried away. So if you made it this far then maybe you liked it :) Let me know in the comments.