u let out a shriek of frustration, slightly tugging at the end of your hair. Justin cocks his eyebrows at u before scoffing, trudging away from your sight. “I’m going out.” He mutters, loudly enough for u to hear but only barely. Not responding, u sit there quietly in the corner of the keuken-, keuken trying to hold the tears back. u and Justin had been fighting a lot lately and u hate it. u know that he’s going on tour in a few months and right now, all u want is to spend time with your boyfriend before he leaves u alone at home pagina - not fight with him. Usually, u of Justin would always apologize to each other and end up cuddling on the divan, bank of making love in bedroom but it had never gone this far. u stare into the empty air and u can’t hold your tears in anymore. What surprises u the most are that those tears are made out of anger. You’re mad and u know for a fact that Justin is too. u can’t even remember what u were arguing about but it was probably something stupid.
A few hours pass and you’ve managed to verplaats from your spot in the keuken-, keuken to the divan, bank in the living room. You’re sitting there, arms crossed over your chest while u stare angrily at the random toon playing on the TV. Suddenly, the sound of the door slamming shut rings through the house and u know that Justin is still seething with anger too. Not wanting to confront him at the moment, u flee your spot and rush upstairs and into the bedroom. Your anger is still affecting u and u end up throwing every piece of clothing u undress, across the room. u lay down, tucking yourself under the covers and wait for Justin to enter the room. u have your back to his side of the bed but u can still hear when he walks in. Just as you, Justin undresses rather furiously and practically throws himself on the bed. He snatches the covers that are almost under your butt to him and tosses his body around. u sigh softly, knowing - without seeing - that Justin also has turned his back to you.
When u open your eyes the volgende morning, all of the tragic memories from the night before drowns your mind. Every single hateful word, the tears and the anger. Much to your dismay, all of the anger from yesterday has disappeared into thin air and all u feel now is sadness. A heavy and empty sadness. u lay in bed quietly, still not moving as u listen for any signs of Justin. u almost let out a yelp when he snores softly. Feeling him turn around heavily, u let out a sigh. You’re not even sure yourself if it’s a sigh of relief of one of disappointment. u hate to admit it; but a small part of u was hoping he would already be awake and ready with his apologetic speech.
Sighing, u decide to try to remember what caused u to start fighting yesterday. u know that u usually argue about his busy career, rumors and housework. Those three things are the things u argue the most about. It’s stupid things, really. Because u know that Justin has a busy career and u admire it - u just wish he wouldn’t be gone so much. For the rumors, it goes both ways. There are stupid rumors about u that he confronts u about and vice versa. Rumors about pretty much everything; cheating, pregnancies, deaths, drugs, alcohol and so on. It bothers u but u know that it’s a part of being Justin’s girlfriend.
u have been with Justin for three years now and u were almost expecting a proposal at your 3rd anniversary. u didn’t know if u were disappointed of slightly relieved when it didn’t come. u love Justin and u can absolutely see yourself getting married with him, just maybe not yet. That still doesn’t mean that u would have zei no if he had asked though. u would say yes either way. Who knows? Maybe u actually would be even happier as Mrs. Bieber?
These thoughts eventually take a turn for the worse. Thinking about becoming Mrs. Bieber reminds u of the fight again and u turn even meer depressed when u remember that none of u apologized and u don’t even know if Justin wants to be with u anymore. All u know for certain is that u can’t lose him. u can’t lose him over some stupid fight about something irrelevant. u love him too much and u can’t beer the thought of him leaving you. With this on your mind, u feel your chest tighten and before u can react; you’re crying.
Silent, salty tears run down your cheeks and u try to keep as quiet as u can. How awkward wouldn’t it be if Justin really wants to break up with u and when he wakes up, you’re sitting there crying? Sniffling, u reach up and wipe away some of the tears with the back of your hand. u choke out a laugh, ashamed and embarrassed. u don’t want to be crying over something so stupid but deep inside - u know it’s not. It is in fact important to you. Because Justin is your life and losing him would be like living without air. It would simply be impossible.
“Are u crying?” Justin startles you. Slowly turning around to face him, u try to wipe away all the tears at the same time. u don’t want him to see u and think you’re a weak, little girl. “N-no?” u say, but it sounds meer like a question. Justin frowns slightly, reaching out towards you. Without a warning, he pulls u close and wraps his arms around you. u nuzzle into his chest and let the tears fall freely now. He already knows you’ve been crying, so why hide it?
“I’m sorry for everything I zei yesterday, [Y/N]. I really am. I didn’t mean anything. The only reason I walked out was because I was afraid I was going to say something stupid and ruin our relationship. u are the best thing that’s ever happened to me so far, at least-” He’s about to continue when u cut him off. “So far?” u ask, raising a brow. u let out a throaty laugh quickly after, trying to toon that u are joking. “Yeah. I mean… When we have our first baby together eventually, that will probably be the best thing happening to me. It’s together with u though, so u still count as the best thing. Anyway, I’m sorry. It was stupid of me. I love you.” He smiles against your skin before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry, too. For everything I did and said. I had no right to do those things. It’s just… I get exhausted sometimes but I still shouldn’t take it out on you, I know that. I promise that I’ll come to u and talk to u about it volgende time.” u smile and peck his chiseled jaw, “I love you, too, Justin.”
A few hours pass and you’ve managed to verplaats from your spot in the keuken-, keuken to the divan, bank in the living room. You’re sitting there, arms crossed over your chest while u stare angrily at the random toon playing on the TV. Suddenly, the sound of the door slamming shut rings through the house and u know that Justin is still seething with anger too. Not wanting to confront him at the moment, u flee your spot and rush upstairs and into the bedroom. Your anger is still affecting u and u end up throwing every piece of clothing u undress, across the room. u lay down, tucking yourself under the covers and wait for Justin to enter the room. u have your back to his side of the bed but u can still hear when he walks in. Just as you, Justin undresses rather furiously and practically throws himself on the bed. He snatches the covers that are almost under your butt to him and tosses his body around. u sigh softly, knowing - without seeing - that Justin also has turned his back to you.
When u open your eyes the volgende morning, all of the tragic memories from the night before drowns your mind. Every single hateful word, the tears and the anger. Much to your dismay, all of the anger from yesterday has disappeared into thin air and all u feel now is sadness. A heavy and empty sadness. u lay in bed quietly, still not moving as u listen for any signs of Justin. u almost let out a yelp when he snores softly. Feeling him turn around heavily, u let out a sigh. You’re not even sure yourself if it’s a sigh of relief of one of disappointment. u hate to admit it; but a small part of u was hoping he would already be awake and ready with his apologetic speech.
Sighing, u decide to try to remember what caused u to start fighting yesterday. u know that u usually argue about his busy career, rumors and housework. Those three things are the things u argue the most about. It’s stupid things, really. Because u know that Justin has a busy career and u admire it - u just wish he wouldn’t be gone so much. For the rumors, it goes both ways. There are stupid rumors about u that he confronts u about and vice versa. Rumors about pretty much everything; cheating, pregnancies, deaths, drugs, alcohol and so on. It bothers u but u know that it’s a part of being Justin’s girlfriend.
u have been with Justin for three years now and u were almost expecting a proposal at your 3rd anniversary. u didn’t know if u were disappointed of slightly relieved when it didn’t come. u love Justin and u can absolutely see yourself getting married with him, just maybe not yet. That still doesn’t mean that u would have zei no if he had asked though. u would say yes either way. Who knows? Maybe u actually would be even happier as Mrs. Bieber?
These thoughts eventually take a turn for the worse. Thinking about becoming Mrs. Bieber reminds u of the fight again and u turn even meer depressed when u remember that none of u apologized and u don’t even know if Justin wants to be with u anymore. All u know for certain is that u can’t lose him. u can’t lose him over some stupid fight about something irrelevant. u love him too much and u can’t beer the thought of him leaving you. With this on your mind, u feel your chest tighten and before u can react; you’re crying.
Silent, salty tears run down your cheeks and u try to keep as quiet as u can. How awkward wouldn’t it be if Justin really wants to break up with u and when he wakes up, you’re sitting there crying? Sniffling, u reach up and wipe away some of the tears with the back of your hand. u choke out a laugh, ashamed and embarrassed. u don’t want to be crying over something so stupid but deep inside - u know it’s not. It is in fact important to you. Because Justin is your life and losing him would be like living without air. It would simply be impossible.
“Are u crying?” Justin startles you. Slowly turning around to face him, u try to wipe away all the tears at the same time. u don’t want him to see u and think you’re a weak, little girl. “N-no?” u say, but it sounds meer like a question. Justin frowns slightly, reaching out towards you. Without a warning, he pulls u close and wraps his arms around you. u nuzzle into his chest and let the tears fall freely now. He already knows you’ve been crying, so why hide it?
“I’m sorry for everything I zei yesterday, [Y/N]. I really am. I didn’t mean anything. The only reason I walked out was because I was afraid I was going to say something stupid and ruin our relationship. u are the best thing that’s ever happened to me so far, at least-” He’s about to continue when u cut him off. “So far?” u ask, raising a brow. u let out a throaty laugh quickly after, trying to toon that u are joking. “Yeah. I mean… When we have our first baby together eventually, that will probably be the best thing happening to me. It’s together with u though, so u still count as the best thing. Anyway, I’m sorry. It was stupid of me. I love you.” He smiles against your skin before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry, too. For everything I did and said. I had no right to do those things. It’s just… I get exhausted sometimes but I still shouldn’t take it out on you, I know that. I promise that I’ll come to u and talk to u about it volgende time.” u smile and peck his chiseled jaw, “I love you, too, Justin.”
