Hey guys, it’s twenty minutes to midnight and I should be doing homework, but tbh, I can’t be bothered. I was wondering, which point of view style do you guys prefer? I tend to switch it up depending on how I want to write the story, but I want to see what you guys like best. Also, I’ve read some stuff of people not like Y/N so would you prefer for me to use an actual name, or to just use Y/N? Thanks so much for all of the support that you guys have given me. The last time I checked You’ve Changed [Part 2] it had 89 notes which is amazing! I’ve never really liked my writing, but so many of you guys seem to love. Requests are still open and yes, I will be writing them… soon. I love you guys, xx.
Justin ran into his best friend’s room who laid sleeping under her covers, sniffling softly. “Wake up!” He yelled.
Y/N woke up with a start, groaning as her gaze fixated on Justin who was eagerly jumping up and down. Rolling her eyes, she hid her face in her pillow as Justin laughed, laying down next to her.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her to his chest.
Y/N felt a little flutter go off in her chest at Justin’s arm being around her, the scent of his cologne intoxicating her. She opened her eyes and looked up at Justin.
Shrugging, she said, “I’m feeling a bit better. I’ve haven’t thrown up today so that’s a plus.”
Justin chuckled and slid off the bed, and she already longed for the warmth that he provided. He grabbed the bag that he brought with him and carefully took out the soup.
“My mom made it when I told her you were sick.” Justin smiled a cheeky smile and grabbed Chinese takeout from the bag, aswell. “And this is for me.”
“Not fair.” Y/N playfully huffed and sat up, taking the soup into her hands, “thanks, Jay.”
Justin climbed onto the bed with his food and sat next to her, pulling the covers over himself as he got comfortable. “I have to tell you something.”
She looked over at him, nodding her head as she took a spoonful of the soup into her mouth.
“So,” Justin sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “Lilah and I have been talking again.”
Lilah. Y/N nearly choked at the sound of the girl’s name who broke Justin’s heart. He had fallen for her so quickly, but Y/N couldn’t blame him, Lilah was beautiful, smart, and kind. When Lilah came, Y/N began to get pushed away. She felt her feelings being crushed every day as Justin turned her down because he already had plans with Lilah. He still made time for Y/N, but it always seemed force and eventually, Y/N just stopped asking to hang out. After a year and four months of dating, Justin had asked Lilah to marry him. She agreed, but four days before the wedding, she left and claimed that Justin was moving too quickly. Lilah left Justin with a broken heart and it had taken Y/N a long time to mend it back into shape.
“I see,” Y/N shoved another spoonful of soup into her mouth so that she didn’t have to say any more because when it came to Lilah, anything she said was wrong.
“Yeah, and she’s so different, Y/N. But she’s still my Lilah.” My Lilah. “I’ve never loved anyone like I have loved her.” Ouch. “We’re meeting up again… to talk.”
Y/N stared at her soup, moving the spoon around in the liquid. “You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak, Justin.”
“You’re just saying that,” he huffed and shook his head. “I know what I’m getting myself into. Lilah is different now, we were young and naive. I don’t blame her for leaving, but this time it’s going to be different.”
“You say that, but is it really Justin? You cried day and night for three months. THREE. Not one week, not two, but three months.” Y/N sighed as Justin abruptly stood up.
“Don’t,” Justin shook his head and grabbed his car keys from his pocket. “Just, don’t.”
Y/N dropped her head as Justin walked out of her room, leaving her with a loss of appetite and a broken heart.
Y/N watched Justin leave the house on the night of the date. He had panicked, calling her and begging her to come help him get dressed. She couldn’t turn him down and found herself rushing to his aid, just like she always did. Justin had picked out several outfits and had laid them out on his bed, but even those, he didn’t like. He huffed and puffed and she managed to get him out of the door looking impressionable. Not that he needed an outfit to make him look impressionable, Justin was perfect in every way.
She plopped on the couch, exhausted from forcing smiles and laughter the entire time she helped Justin. They talked about their argument and hugged it out. Y/N couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in her stomach at Justin’s simple touch. She looked over as Ryan, Justin’s roommate and long friend of the both them, walk in. He dropped his keys on the table and jumped when he saw Y/N.
“You’re too good to him.” Ryan laughed, catching on to why one of his best friends was here.
Y/N played with her hair and shrugged, “I know.”
“You have to tell him you know, or you’re going to regret it.” Ryan sat down next to her and put his feet up on the coffee table.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N couldn’t help the blush that crept up her cheeks as she said that. She knew damn well what he was talking about.
“You can’t live your entire life loving someone, Y/N.” Ryan told her and stood up, “he has the right to know.”
Y/N went home after Justin didn’t come back at the time he said he would She was already having deja vu from when Justin and Lilah first dated, the misinterpretation of time and how she never could predict if Justin would be early or late. She couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning at Ryan’s words. She had decided that she would go and tell Justin today. She wanted to make sure that Justin didn’t reciprocate any feelings for her before Justin and Lilah got too serious… again.
She woke up confident, yet scared at the same time. Only Justin could make her feel this way. She pulled up into Justin’s house at around 11 p.m. and immediately, she wanted to turn around and go home. Y/N forced herself out of the car and went up to the door, knocking ever so gently.
Justin opened the door after a minute or two, looking groggy and disoriented. He was only wearing boxers and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the fact she was telling her best friend that she had feelings for him.. in his underwear.
“Hey, can I come in?” She asked, swaying back and forth.
“Justin, where did you go?” She heard the ever so familiar voice say and Justin’s head quickly snapped around to look over at Lilah.
“Over here, babe!” He yelled.
Y/N squinted her eyes as she looked at Justin, “babe? What happened to taking things slow?”
“It’s complicated, but things went really well last night.” He said and Lilah came into view.
She wore one of Justin’s shirt and it just so happened to be a shirt that Y/N had gotten him for his birthday. It had sentimental value because it’s when she surprised him with tickets to see their favorite band. Meanwhile, Justin ditched the concert to go to Hawaii with Lilah. He gave her the tickets back with an apology and Y/N sold them on ebay, crying the rest of the night with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.
“Y/N, wow. It’s so nice to see you.” She greeted. How long has it been?”
“Three years.” She replied, forcing a tight-lip smile at her, “nice to see you again.”
“It’s nice to see you too,” she warmly replied and Y/N hoped that Justin or Lilah were picking up on her hostile attitude. “I’m going to go get something to eat, baby.”
Justin nodded and watch her walk away before turning his attention on Y/N. “So, why did you come?”
Y/N looked at Justin and thought of Ryan’s words. “I was just coming to see how the date went. I’m glad it went well.”
“We’ll talk later, okay?” Justin tried to look into Y/N eyes, but her gaze was fixated elsewhere.
Y/N nodded and turned on her heel, wondering how she could have ever thought that if she told Justin she loved him, that he’d feel the same way. Boy was she wrong.