Even though u try, it’s obvious that u don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as u clutch the covers even tighter to your body. u inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. u don’t want to be, but u just can’t help it. Sniffling, u bury your face into the hoofdkussen, kussen and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. u look over at his side of the bed and although u know what’s waiting - your hart-, hart still sinks when u notice it’s empty.
u and Justin had a huge fight and when u look back now, u realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. u can barely remember what started the argument and that bothers you. If there isn’t even a good reason for having such a big fight, then is it really worth losing your relationship over? No. And u just can’t lose Justin. u love him. u need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, u peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” u call out silently as u reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, u notice Justin sitting on the the divan, bank with his head in his hands. If you’re honest; this is unusual for you. Normally, Justin was the one to apologize. No matter who started it, he would be the first one to say sorry. This time though; u want to be the first one. u want to say sorry because u need to fix everything. u need to be with Justin; u can’t lose him.
“Justin?” The sound of your voice brings him out of his state and he slowly looks up. “C-can we talk?” u croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and u let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, u begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and u sniffle again, wiping away a tear. This makes Justin look up and his face softens when he sees you. He opens his mouth so say something, but u cut him off door raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” u begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I zei during the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean it. I just… Your lifestyle is hard for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love u and I’m so proud of you. It’s just hard sometimes. With all the rumors and the distance and everything. And… I’m just sorry.”
Before u can continue of do anything else, he wraps u up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. u rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do u know how weird it is to hear u apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. u feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and u smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want u to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” u smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste kiss on your collarbone. “I know that, [Y/N]. I’m sorry, too. For everything. It just frustrates me how you’re not happy with me because I’m selfish and I just can’t let u go so u can be happy with someone else. I can’t beer the thought of u with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I love you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I love you, too, [Y/N].”
u and Justin had a huge fight and when u look back now, u realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. u can barely remember what started the argument and that bothers you. If there isn’t even a good reason for having such a big fight, then is it really worth losing your relationship over? No. And u just can’t lose Justin. u love him. u need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, u peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” u call out silently as u reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, u notice Justin sitting on the the divan, bank with his head in his hands. If you’re honest; this is unusual for you. Normally, Justin was the one to apologize. No matter who started it, he would be the first one to say sorry. This time though; u want to be the first one. u want to say sorry because u need to fix everything. u need to be with Justin; u can’t lose him.
“Justin?” The sound of your voice brings him out of his state and he slowly looks up. “C-can we talk?” u croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and u let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, u begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and u sniffle again, wiping away a tear. This makes Justin look up and his face softens when he sees you. He opens his mouth so say something, but u cut him off door raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” u begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I zei during the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean it. I just… Your lifestyle is hard for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love u and I’m so proud of you. It’s just hard sometimes. With all the rumors and the distance and everything. And… I’m just sorry.”
Before u can continue of do anything else, he wraps u up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. u rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do u know how weird it is to hear u apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. u feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and u smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want u to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” u smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste kiss on your collarbone. “I know that, [Y/N]. I’m sorry, too. For everything. It just frustrates me how you’re not happy with me because I’m selfish and I just can’t let u go so u can be happy with someone else. I can’t beer the thought of u with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I love you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I love you, too, [Y/N].”
