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