Justin Bieber Imagines

Don't Tell Me Your My Heartbreaker part 1(fight/sad/cute)

Today was you and Justin's anniversary. You guys have been dating for 3 years. You prepared a romantic dinner, while you waited for Justin to come home from the studio.

It's been three hours since you set up everything and Justin was still not there.

Where could he be? you thought

You went into the living room and turned on the TV. There was nothing on so you turned it to E news. You usually don't like watching E news but something drew you to watch it.

"Hello E News, so today we have some shocking news."

Don't you always have shocking news? you thought to yourself.

" Prince of pop, Justin Bieber was just spotted with Selena Gomez earlier this evening having a romantic dinner and sharing a few kisses. We have the photos on our website."

You were just so shell shocked you couldn't move. After a good two minutes on the couch, you got up in a rage and rushed to the computer. You pulled up Enews website and clicked on the link that said Justin and Selena. These pictures weren't fake like the others, these were real.

How could he? you thought.

You were too upset to even cry. You pushed away from the desk and threw the computer to the ground, shattering the screen.

Then you heard the door open.

"Baby, I'm home. Sorry I'm late, I got caught up at the studio."

You could hear the unevenness in his voice.

You went to the kitchen grabbed a knife and ran to Justin, putting the knife to his throat.

"So you like to cheat, huh?!?!?!?!?"

"Baby stop!!!!! What is wrong with you?!?"

"You know what the heck is wrong with me!!!!!!!"

You dropped the knife and kicked Justin in the stomach. You watched him fall to the ground in a coughing fit.

"I hope you enjoy Selena, because this is the last time you ever see me!!"

You ran upstairs and threw your stuff in a suitcase and went back downstairs.

"Where are you going??" Justin asked, slowly getting back up.

"Away from you!!"

You pushed him out the way and walked out the door. You ran to your car and drove off, seeing Justin in the driveway, crying.

You called your best friend and told her the story.

"I'm soo sorry girl!"

"Now I have no where to go," you said through tears.

"Come over to my house. You can stay with me until you get yourself together."

"Thank you y/bf/n."

"No problem. Your my girl and I love you."

When you got to her house, you went straight to sleep, thinking about those pictures.

*Justin's POV*

It's been three weeks since y/n left and I'm not doing so well. I haven't eaten, slept, or left the house/bed. I try calling her but it goes straight to voicemail.

She won't answer my messages or anything. Thinking about her gave me the urge to get up and go out. I fixed myself up and got in my car. I decided to go to Starbucks. When I got there, there was already paparazzi but they were taking pictures of someone inside. One of the paparazzis turned around and pointed to my car, saying something to the others.