The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.
“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.
Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.
Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”
A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”
Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.
“This damn bracelet is annoying.”
Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”
I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.
Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”
After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.
While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”
A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”
Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”
Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.
“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.
“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”
“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.
“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.
“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.
I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.
I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.
Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”
“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”
The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.
As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”
I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.
“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”
“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.
After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.
“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”
I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.
“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.
Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”
“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.
I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.
“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”
“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”
Justin’s texts in bold. Yours are normal. You’ve been texting this guy for a while now and little do you know that your actually texting THE Justin Bieber.
Are we ever ever going to meet?
My mom doesn’t let me
What? Justin your a grown ass man that’s a lie.
Alright fine. You got me I’m actually 12
I knew it since the beginning, you know
No but seriously why not?
Can we not do this right now, I’m eating out with my friends for my birthday. I’m just not ready.
But we’ve been texting for 7 months, what do you mean your not ready?
I just don’t wanna meet you yet It’ll change everything
Hell yeah it will! It’ll be so freaking fun!
No Y/N not like that I mean in a bad way You’ll treat me differently
100 dollars says I won’t
Don’t make that bet unless you have a hundred to spare
…If you didn’t wanna meet me you could have just said so
No Y/N it’s not like that Y/N? Cmon don’t be like this
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With a loud and agitated sigh, I shut my phone off and threw it down on my white bed sheets besides me. I’m beginning to get sick of Justin’s excuses - they’re beginning to make me a little claustrophobic. I need a break.
With yet another loud sigh and the rub of my face, I decided It was time I actually left the house and began my decent down the stairs, into the kitchen where my mother stood wiping the marble bench top.
Not having the energy to converse with her at this moment, I grabbed the keys right off the exact bench she was currently rubbing at and made a dash for the door. “I’m leaving.” I informed her on my way out.
“Alright sweetie!” Mom replied with no fuss and at the approving comment, I was out the door.
I need something to get my mind off things. Just me. No phone, no parents and no Justin. Quickly darted out the house and towards my new white Range Rover which my father bought for my birthday that just passed recently.
As I settled inside and switched on the ignition, I sat for a second debating on where I should go and escape the rest of the day and at the thought, my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. Guess I’m going out to eat.
With no hesitation, I finally mustered up the perfect place to go and began backing up out of the driveway, beginning my decent down towards a close friend of mine’s shop. Cassy owns a big fancy restaurant down the road from me and always gives me discounts on my food.
The people there despise me considering I always rock up in sweat pants and an Adidas shirt while they all practically parade around in designer dresses and expensive pearls.
Once I arrived, I jumped out of my car and threw the keys to the valet employee. I don’t know why but every time I come here I seem to act like queen shit. It’s honestly kind of hilarious.
I stepped through the large, grand restaurant doors and not even a few seconds later was immediately greeted by Cassy herself, running forward towards me. “Oh my god Y/N, it’s been so long. C'mon lets get you seated.”
With a smile, I obliged to following the girl over towards a table for two draped elegantly in a creme cloth that was decorated with a few flowers and fine cutlery. I placed myself on one side, Cassy seating herself on the other.
She always accompanied me when I come to eat here, it was our little thing. With the flick of her fingers, a waiter came over and took our orders, then left once we were done.
Suddenly she sat right up, a face full of excitement. “You came on the right day my girl.” She smiled and I furrowed my eyebrows at her enthusiasm.
“Why, what happened?” I chuckled.
“Alright,” Cassy began “ Don’t freak out but, guess who made a reservation and is sitting in this restaurant right now?” She squealed
My head quickly jolted up as I glanced around the restaurant. Then my eyes landed on a boy sitting a little further away with a group of people and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Justin Bieber! He was my idle though for some reason, I didn’t find myself jumping for joy as I expected too.
“No way.” I whisper shouted. Cassy giggled “Yes way. Apparently today’s his birthday or something.”
Hm, that’s funny. It’s also my friend Justin’s birthday.
“Cool.” I mumbled, turning my head away.
“You should go and talk to him.” Casst smiled but overall I just shrugged “Nah, I wouldn’t wanna disturb him on his birthday. He’s probably just trying to enjoy a nice lunch.”
“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.
It was silent between us for a moment until I decided to stand up and said “I’m going to the restroom.”
An approving hum was sung from Cassy and I found myself strutting my way over to the restroom afterwards. It was a unisex toilet meaning there was a mixture of men and woman in here, but nothing really other than a few old posh white folks who were eyeing me wearily for my fashion choice.
I ignored the stares and found my way into a stall, did my business and walked over to the sinks. By then, everyone else had left the bathrooms and I was found pumping some soap from the dispenser in my hands alone. Just then the door opened.
I looked up into the mirror and spotted Justin Bieber himself walking into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and loose white fitted T. His hair messily flipped over his forehead and tattoos on full display.
That’s a bold move to pull in a restaurant like this, the oldies hated any inked skin and tended to gossip. But I liked his confidence, kind of like myself.
I smiled small at him before applying my concentration back on my own hands.
He walked forward over to the sink beside me and began running a hand through his long blonde hair and I watched in awe as his fingers played around with his locks, not realising that I had been staring for a little to long.
He cleared his throat loudly, causing my eyes to dart down to his. “Oh um, sorry.” I muttered to which he chuckled.
"Nah it’s alright. People tend to stare a lot.“ He shrugged
I turned off the faucet of the gold sink and moved over to grab some paper towels to dry my hands. "Must suck.”
“Yeah.” He replied straightening himself out. Silence overcame the surrounding air for a second as we continued on with our own things, until he suddenly spoke again. “I like you’re style. You do it on purpose?” He smirked.
I knew what he was getting at. The fact that I had actually had the guts to appear in a place of displayed wealth, dressed like this. You wouldn’t do it unless you were trying to piss off the rich people who dined here. He knew too well, because it was obvious he was doing the same.
“You know it.” I nodded. “Its hilarious to see the snobby faces when you walk in. The scowls are priceless.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I know right?” he agreed.
“I mean, you would know.” I pointed out, glaring back at his outfit.
Justin laughed, glancing down at his choice of clothes and shook his head in humour. “I’ll have you know these jeans are designer.” He teased.
“I’m wearing designer too.” I nodded. “I’m actually wearing Calvin Klein underwear.” I giggled. “That’s as designer as your gonna get with me.”
Justin actually laughed at this, a full blown loud laugh, unlike the chuckles he displayed previously. I giggled along with him snapping the waist band of my underwear to prove my point.
Justin shook his head, finally letting down, and I stepped forward smiling at the handsome man.
“Well, I better go, my friends waiting for me.” I began my way over towards the door but was suddenly held back by a loud …
“Wait!” He yelled. I stopped. “I didn’t catch you name.” He continued.
I smirked, glancing at him one more time, with one hand on the door. “ I think we both know you already know that.”
And with that, I left him in the bathroom, standing there in shock.
Cassy nodded. “No problems. I’ll see ya later.” She waved. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen, yelling at a few of her employees who were slacking off on the way.
I sighed in exhaustion and waved a hand over to my waiter, who slowly and carelessly made his way over to my table “Yes madam, what may I get you?”
“My tab please.” I smiled.
The man began shuffling through some papers in his hands before turning back to me, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. "You’re clear.“ he announced.
But I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? But I haven’t payed yet.”
“Curtesy of the man that goes by the name of JustinBieber. He asked to put your tab on his.”
My eyes winded in slight shock and confusion but couldn’t help the smile that set across my face.
That sneaky bastard.
It’s her. It’s really Y/N. She’s so much prettier in person. We’ve been talking for so long and I just couldn’t believe she was actually here in front of me. She knew who I was and didn’t freak out.
I carefully watched as she conversed with the waiter for a little before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, sparing me a glance along the way. She sent me a small wink before exiting the restaurant.
“Jay?” I snapped my head up to look back at Hailey who had been apparently yelling my name.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“Why are you staring at that girl. Stop being a creep and eat.” She demanded.
I chuckled slightly, turning back around to dig into my meal once again. I’ll text Y/N later and figure out what the hell just happened. I want to ask her when she figured it out.
That’s when suddenly, the same waiter who was serving Y/N began making his way over to me. “Mr Bieber, you have a note from the women sitting opposing. I believe her name was Y/N Y/L/N.”
He handed me the note which I cautiously took from his hand and watched as he walked off further into the restaurant.
With curious eyes and cautious hands, I slowly pulled at the folded note and took a peek at the 5 words sprawled across. And subconsciously, a large smile found it way onto my face at the words.
A/N: Hey beauts ! I dearly apologise for being so inactive on Tumblr since I’m rather more on Wattpad (narryneon), but I felt really bad so here is one of my works. Their is definitely going to be a Part 2. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Be sure to like and send me feedback. Much love .xx
My reaction to this whole situation that I’m seeing before my eyes is un-fucking-believable. Justin has been travelling around for the past month promoting “What Do You Mean” along with performing. After promoting, he had the thought of going to Bora Bora for some time now for a small vacation. I for one thought it would be perfect if we went together, time for us to be with each other, cuddles at night and what did he have to say about that you may question ? No. I was taken back by his answer which seemed a bit suspicious to me. I mean which boyfriend wouldn’t want to take their girlfriend with over seas - well unless you actually love her.
There was a soft hum in her room, it was there all the time so it didn’t bother her too much. To go with it, there was also the calming sounds of birds soaring by the window every so often or the branches of the trees colliding with each other. That was pretty much the only sounds she could hear.
It was cold night, so cold she had three blankets hugging her and she could still feel an unusual breeze coming from an unknown location. Her legs tangled together in hopes of seeking warmth from each other but they were both cold, meaning chills ran through each of them whenever she’d rub them together.
She felt the familiar emptiness in her heart; it hadn’t stopped bugging her, almost begging to her to do something about it. She just didn’t know what it was that she had to do to stop the aching.
Her window was locked; she didn’t want to risk even the slightest segment of ice cold air getting through and into her bedroom, and she didn’t want to be any more colder than she already was.
With loneliness and worry, she was struggling to sleep as she did every night. Her insomnia was only worsening each night, even though during the day she found herself wishing to do nothing but sleep; her body was begging her for rest all day while the second her head touch the softness of her pillows at night, something was forcing her awake.
Migraines came inside the package with her insomnia and she found herself thinking she could do without them. Fatigue was hard enough to deal with when her days were so busy, so when she felt her head feeling weighed down as soon as she sat up, she didn’t think the rest of the day was physically possible for her.
Despite her mental complains however - and with some strength unknown to her - she managed each day without collapsing and even though she rarely slept anymore, she was more than thankful for the comfort of her bed at the end of each day.
It was all Jason’s fault. As much as she tried to find something else to blame, her mind always found its way back to him. Jason was the reason she was suddenly so alone, he was the reason she wasn’t able to sleep; he wasn’t around for her to be angry at and that made her frustration rise even higher.
She sighed and, for the hundredth time, rolled over onto her back. Her eyes were alive, just like her body was. When she realised she wasn’t going to sleep, her mind decided to join them.
If he hadn’t have got himself caught, if he was just a little bit more careful, he’d be here.
There was a loud thud downstairs and it sent all of the air she had in her body elsewhere; it abandoned her completely and she felt herself at a loss. As though something had set deep into the pit in her stomach, all of the muscles in her body stood to attention, although she was in no way to do anything useful with them.
More noise followed and it caused her to sit up rapidly. She didn’t have to place her hand to her chest to know that her heart was stammering heavily. Panicked, her throat tightened and she, as quietly as she could, she dropped her feet onto the floor. The wood felt so cold it caused a burning sensation on the bottom of her feet. She attempted to ignore it while tiptoeing towards the bedroom door that sat closed firmly.
Out in the hallway, the house looked even more daunting and she instantly wished she hadn’t moved from her bed. She contemplated turning around and making a beeline straight to it as it sat there calling her name. However, she didn’t have time; she heard the flick of a switch before she watched the entrance of the living room being illuminated. She gasped rather loudly.
She didn’t move. For once, for the first time in so long, it wasn’t because she was scared or panicked or too tired. It took her back to all of those months and sent her body into some kind of trance.
Letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, she could feel her legs working frantically in order to carry her down the steps of the stairs. She didn’t care how cold the floor was anymore.
“Jason?” she whispered; her brain wasn’t really believing it because, of course, how could he be anywhere near her? It was impossible.
Turning the corner into the kitchen, her brain was contradicted. She began to cry almost instantly while her legs threatened to give in under her weight; she didn’t feel strong enough to do anything in that moment. Jason was stood in front of her, he looked untidy and tired, but she didn’t care - he was there.
She didn’t have time to say anything else because he had collided with her. His hands were pressing her against his chest and she couldn’t help but have missed how his hard chest felt against her. He was warm and safe, and for the first time in months, she felt like she was home.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered with a shaky breath; it felt like someone was gliding a feather across the dint in her neck. She inhaled and delved in his scent. “I was starting to go insane, and considering I’m already half way there, it was getting dangerous.”
“How are you here? Did they let you go? Jason, what’s happening?”
She had so much she needed to be released from her heart that every second felt like the perfect time to ask him, she had to remind herself that he was probably just relieved to be home. Taking a deep breath, she told herself to keep calm.
His hands ran up and down her sides with so much hunger and she had to resist the urge to let her hands move freely. To distract them, she moved them up to his hair; it felt like a jungle between her fingers.
“I have to go away, babygirl,” he said breathlessly. She could hear the regret; it was evident in the tightness of his tone. “I escaped, there’s no way they were letting me out of there any time soon. Come with me.”
She frowned. “W-wha-where are you going?”
“I know some people. They’re gonna get me out of here.”
He sounded breathless and everything felt as though it was happening so fast, she was struggling to comprehend. Her fingers grip the orange jumpsuit in desperation.
“Where are you going?”
“Just away. I can’t stay here, you know that,” he said, draping his arm around her waist. “C’mon princess, get your things.”
In a split second, his touch was no longer with her. [Y/N] watched as Justin made his way around the room, gathering anything he might need. Her feet felt glued to the floor.
“J-Jason..” she whispered, but he didn’t hear; he was already flying up the stairs when she let out a large breath of air.
It only took him five minutes to be back downstairs in a black t-shirt and jeans, a style that [Y/N] would have taken the time to compliment him in if the situation was different. He held a backpack in his hand and dropped it to the floor, that was when he clocked [Y/N]’s statue still stood where he’d left it. She watched his face twist in a horrible way as he gained on her.
“[Y/N]? What are you doing? Do you not realise that if we don’t leave in the next ten minutes, the cops have probably already noticed I’ve escaped, and will be round here as quick as they can be, either to look for me or question you. Now move.”
His stare was too intense that it felt as though he was physically making her move. She made sure to be out of his sight before she let the tears fall down her cheeks. With shaking limbs, she walked up the stairs, feeling weight crushing down on her chest.
She didn’t want to have to pack as quick as she could, she didn’t want to leave, she just wanted answers. Confused and hurting, she grabbed her own backpack and shoved necessities into it. Teardrops fell onto her hand and roll down to her wrist.
“[Y/N]! Come on!”
Was he being selfish? Did he know he was hurting her? Where were they going? All sorts of questions processed through her mind as she jogged down the stairs, wiping her cheeks on her sleeve.
Jason held out his hand for her to take and, in need of some warmth and reassurance, [Y/N] took it instantly. As it turns out, Jason’s hands were cold and felt like ice against her skin.
“You okay?” he asked and a wave of relief washed over [Y/N].
“Fuck, they’re here. Come on, we have to go.” He pulled her towards the door, she didn’t even have the chance to take on last glance at the place she called home.
Jason’s grip tightened on her hand and she could’ve cried at such a tiny expression of affection. Pulled up in front of her house was an usually large black van. She couldn’t help but wonder if their plan was to look suspicious.
“Get in the back,” one man said out of the window of the van. His beard twitched as he spoke.
Jason didn’t say anything as he yanked the door doors apart, allowing her to climb in before him as though it made up for everything. She still wasn’t sure if she should be feeling so much anger. [Y/N] climbed inside and saw nothing but a bunch of blankets in the corner. The back of the van wasn’t big enough for her to stand straight so instead of letting her back ache, she dropped herself down onto the pile of soft blankets.
The door was still being slammed shut by Jason as the van pulled away and was hurtling down the street. Jason sat down in the other corner, sighing as he did so.
“You’re gonna be in there for a while so we gave you some things to make the journey a little more comfortable,” a muffled voice said through the wood panel blocking the front interior of the van. Jason, nor [Y/N], replied.
[Y/N] could hear the life outside of the vehicle; the birds whenever they stopped at a red light, the wind that stroked the black exterior, car horns, shouting. It all made tears sting her eyes, although she couldn’t understand why. Jason’s head snapped in her direction when she sniffed.
“[Y/N]?” he asked while shuffling towards her. “Baby?”
She covered her face when the sobs broke out from her throat. Feeling Jason gripping at her wrists, she dug her fingers into her face in hopes he wouldn’t succeed in pulling them away.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He was pulling her onto his lap as he spoke, he wrapped his arms around her body. “Tell me what’s wrong baby, please.”
The anger was bubbling in her stomach and rising up her chest, along with an uneasy feeling that made her feel as though if she parted her lips in the slightest, she’d throw up her empty stomach. A rush cut through her veins.
“How can you ask that?”
His expression was a mixture of confusion and shock, but [Y/N] didn’t care in that moment. She didn’t bother to attempt to be released from his grasp; she didn’t think she had the strength.
“You’ve let me worry and lose sleep over you for months, I haven’t been eating, I can’t close my eyes without picturing you behind that glass, and all I’ve done is cry; you burst into my house in the middle of the night, claiming you’ve got to leave that second without giving me anything but a mediocre explanation and just expect me to run alongside you without even asking me how I feel.”
Jason didn’t move for a few seconds; his eyebrows didn’t stop furrowing and his mouth refused to close. He looked lost for words, it was an unfamiliar sight for [Y/N]. Meanwhile, she felt some sense of relief. They both slowly sank into the silence and it filled them. But eventually, someone had to say something.
“[Y/N], baby, I had no idea you felt like that-“
“You wouldn’t,” she said. “You didn’t take the time to think about how I felt or if I even wanted to get in this van, you just-“
“Wait,” he interrupted. “Are you saying you didn’t want to leave with me? [Y/N], they’d interrogate you before you could say a single thing, it wouldn’t have been good for you there.” Jason looked hopeless as she shuffled into her previous spot.
“And whose fault is that?” she muttered, and tried not to notice the shock flash across Jason’s face.
“Baby, look.” He moved closer to her. “I’m so, so sorry for not thinking to ask you how you feel. I know, I know I should’ve. This is hard for me but I know it’s taking a toll on you too. I’m sorry.” Jason clutched [Y/N]’s hand tightly.
A sigh escaped her lips and fell into the air around them. “I’m scared, Jason.” The weaker side of her, the side that called out to Jason to comfort her in moments like these, gave into his touch. Her body fell into his. “I just wish none of this had happened.”
“You don’t have to be,” he rasped against her neck, making goosebumps come alive. “I’m here to keep you safe. I can keep you safe, I can be here for you, but I can’t promise that things like this aren’t going to happen. This is the life I live, I can’t help that but you know that I love you so, so, so much and I don’t wanna lose you.” While he was speaking, his thumb was busy stroking the back of her hand.
“I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to being your girlfriend, I’m not leaving,” she smiled through the wetness of her cheeks and snuggled deeper into Jason’s hard chest that was warm and inviting underneath the blanket.
He hummed. “You’re an angel, you know that?”
“You might have told me that before,” [Y/N] chuckled, but it was partially blocked out by the sudden growl of the van’s engine.
The journey lasted another two hours or so, at least that was what her phone told her once she’d been escorted into a small and shabby two story house in the middle of nowhere. It gave her a sense of longing for the home that she’d abandoned only hours ago. [Y/N] wondered how Jason was feeling.
“Lay low here for as long as you can. See anything suspicious, you should leave this place within at least five minutes. You should be fine here as long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.”
“Aw shit, that’s exactly what I planned on doing,” Jason muttered, throwing his jacket down on the chair. [Y/N] set herself down on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest.
The two men left and drove away in their van eventually, meaning Jason and [Y/N] were left alone. It was silent for far too long, so long that she could feel her eyes falling shut, but she jumped into complete consciousness when she heard movement from Jason.
She watched as he sat down next to her and moved impossibly close so that his warmth wrapped around her. His head fell into the nape of her neck and she didn’t hesitate to run her fingers across the back of his neck before brushing them through his hair. Jason seemed to enjoy the sensation because the softest of moans left his lips. It was then that she thought maybe, just maybe, things wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was the silence, or maybe it was because Jason’s tongue was circling the skin on her neck while his hand grazed her thigh.
it was now the next morning and Justin still hadn’t come downstairs yet. He didn’t come down last night to apologize either. He normally would is we have had a fight and I end up sleeping on the couch. He’ll always lay next to me and apologize but this time, he didn’t.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs making me tense up. This is going to be awkward.
I turned towards the door as it opened and in came a fresh faced Justin.
“You sleep good?” He asked, walking over the fridge with a bounce in his step.
“Does it look like I did?” I asked sarcastically, referring to my tired state.
“I wouldn’t know. you stormed out the bedroom in a huff last night” He said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“You know why I ‘stormed off’ as you so politely put it” I said, taking a sip of my tea.
“I know why. I just don’t know why you decided to be all dramatic about me calling you clingy. i never said I didn’t like it” He said, sitting at the counter and seat away from me.
“You insinuated. It was obvious in your tone that you don’t like the fact that I’m ‘clingy’” i said, putting speech marks around clingy with my fingers.
“See. Your trying to start something again. i’m trying to solve this” He said, slamming the cup down on the counter, coffee spilling everywhere.
I got so angry knowing that he would expect me to clean that up.
“You know what?” I said, standing up and throwing my cup in the sink, making it smash.
“I’m sick of you treating me like a maid. Let’s get somethings straight. (1) I’m definitely not clingy, i just care, which is more that I can say for you” i start, seeing him open his mouth but I quickly cut him off.
“No, you don’t get to interrupt!” I yelled, pointing my finger in his face as I leaned over the counter to get closer to him.
“(2) I’m sick of you treating me like I’m your maid. You never clean anything up for yourself, you always expect me to do everything for you and I’m sick of it!” I shouted, grabbing the dish cloth from next to the sink.
“And lastly, Don’t even think about speaking to me today unless the next thing that comes out of your mouth in an apology!” I yell, throwing the dish cloth in his face making him move him head back in shock.
“Clean it up your goddamn self” i say, walking out the room feeling relaxed. I’ve just let out things i’ve been bottling up for over 2 months and it feels good to let it all out.
I hope you like the second part. I know I wrote a different second part to this but I deleted that because I really didn’t like it but I feel happy with this one.
I do have Ideas for a part 3 (the final part) so if you would like me to do that, let me know.
Request: Could you do an imagine where Justin is pushing y/n away and y/n says something like “you need me” and it just be all cute and stuff idk hahaha. Love your writing!!! Xx
So sorry for the wait. So many imagines to write!!!
The door to the hotel room was clicked shut, the sound echoing through out the entirety of the room. Justin pulled his hand up, glancing at the watch settled on his wrist. It was late, later then he had hoped on returning but it wasn’t an issue.
He knew Y/N would be asleep at this hour. She was always one to be an early nighter, early riser. And with it being this late she would undoubtedly be deep in her state by now.
Silently, Justin shrugged off his jacket, throwing it back against the arm rest of the luxurious couch. The room was dark considering the sleeping beauty in the bed a few feet away, but the light shining through the large balcony door was enough to cast a glow upon the furniture.
Justin directed himself over to the bed, glancing down over at his unconscious girlfriend tangled in the sheets. Her luscious thick hair ran wild amongst the pillow while soft breathy snores escaped her plump lips.
She was peaceful and he wanted to keep it that way.
After such an eventful night, the last thing he needed was an interrogation from the one person he didn’t hate right now. And especially considering the way he had been acting lately, he knew she wouldn’t be happy if she found him right now.
Just returned after disappearing without telling her where he was going with the stench of alcohol laced around him.
It was simple to Justin. Come back home after a night out when Y/N was asleep, slip into bed then leave early in the morning before she woke up.
And yes, he knew he was upsetting her by doing this, avoiding her every call, her attempt to find out why he was pushing her away but he just couldn’t risk fighting with her.
She was not something he could lose. She was the only thing he had at the moment other then scooter and his father and right now, he was too unstable to get into a conversation with anyone he loved and not hurt them by saying something he would regret.
But tonight was not Justin’s night. And his attempt to keep quite as he crawled into bed next to Y/N silently was a fail as she began stirring in her sleep.
Justin was quick to halt his movements, turning back to look at his girlfriend who was wiggling around in her position. Her eyes slowly peeled open, a hum of annoyance rooting from her throat.
With a sigh, Justin peeled himself to sit up straight, placing a hand on her cheek in hopes that he could trick her back to sleep. “Shh. Go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?” Her small voice croaked, hands stretching above her head.
“Don’t worry. Close your eyes.”
But she ignores him, and rolled over to click her phone on from besides her. “Why are you home at 3 am? Where were you?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, slipping his legs through the comforter.
“No don’t tell me not to worry about it. I haven’t seen you in over a week yet we’re staying in the same hotel. You’ve been MIA and barely answering any of my calls. What’s wrong with you?”
Justin shuffled over, turning his back to her. His eyes shut in exhaustion, sighing in contempt and annoyance. “Nothing, just go back to sleep.”
Y/N shuffled forward, sitting up on her knees as she peered down at her boyfriend in fury. How dare he walk in and pretend like nothing was wrong. Then have the audacity to turn his back when she was talking.
“Justin. Justin! Im talking you.”
But he ignored her.
She let out an animalistic sound, almost a yell as she ripped the comforter off the boy. “Listen to me dammit!”
Justin shot up, looking over at his girl in anger. “Stop being so fucking clingy! You don’t need to know where I am at all times. ”
Y/N was taken aback by his outburst, tempting the tears that threatened to reveal themselves to spill over but tried every thing to keep them back.
“Clingy? I haven’t seen you a week! For all I know you could be cheating on me and I’m the clingy one?! Your fucking unbelievable Justin!”
Justin sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You know I wouldn’t cheat on you Y/N.”
“Then why are you distancing yourself?” She pleaded. “Tell me.”
“It’s not important.”
“Bullshit.” y/N spat. “If it wasn’t important you wouldn’t be distancing yourself so much and we wouldn’t be fighting right now.”
“You know what! I can’t do this right now.”
And that’s when Justin swung his legs over the side of the bed in a huff, bringing himself over to the chair where his jacket was placed.
“What are you doing?!” Y/N scoffed “where are you going?!”
She stood off the bed, shuffling her feet against the floor behind her boyfriend. “Out.” Was how he chose to reply.
“Stop. ” she said before raising her voice. “Stop!”
Justin’s actions halted. Head looking to the side to peer over his shoulder at the beautiful distressed girl.
“Justin.” She huffed. “Stop running away from me. You don’t realise but your hurting me more by running. I need you. You need me!
Justin looked over, spotting the pain in his girlfriends eyes. He thought he was doing her good by avoiding her, afraid to hurt her with words. But pushing her away was only doing what he feared and worse. He was hurting her with actions.
“You need me.” She repeated. Her voice small.
That’s when he dropped his jacket to the floor, the realisation flooding in. “I need you.”
And that’s when they caught each other in there arms, reminiscing all the love they had for each other.
I couldn’t process it at first, the sound I heard when I creeped up the stairs on that early afternoon. It was as though my brain couldn’t let my heart believe it was what I was imagining.
Moving slow so the floorboards wouldn’t give me away, I had a pacing heart and a stirring in my stomach. The sound became louder and sent chills trickling down my spine.
The anticipation was almost too much.
Standing outside of the bedroom, my fingers gripped the door frame ever so tightly as she came into view through the small gap she’d left between the door and its frame. I could feel the heat enter my body and stir, causing me to take a slow, deep breath.
Her back arched beautifully, the light emphasising a thin layer of sweat covering it, and from where I stood, I could see the curve of her ass prominent on the white sheets.
But what I noticed a few moments later was the pillow tucked between her legs, just below her rocking hips that allowed her to find just the right amount of friction. I swallowed a moan just in time.
Somewhere deep down, I felt guilty for not turning around and letting her to get off in peace. All I could do was stand and watch, and occasionally brush a hand over my dick; each time I did, I was harder than before.
Soft whimpers left her throat, but just because they were soft, doesn’t mean they weren’t loud. They echoed around the room and my God, they were enough to make my cock twitch.
I’d never seen her in such a way, I’d never been given the chance to see her so wrecked and needing for pleasure. It was my first time and I wanted so much more.
See, [Y/N] was always my angel. She was always blushing a deep red at anything related to the subject of sex, and squirming away when my curious hands moved too far. Whenever my fingers would so much as brush against her inner thigh she’d retract completely; slam her legs together, brush off her shirt, all before giving me a look that meant a firm ‘no’.
And I retreated immediately, of course; giving her a sly smile and a quick peck on the softness of her cheek. And later when I was alone, I’d make sure to jack off the pent up frustration, ready for another day.
But this, this was new. It was exciting, and it was as though my eyes were glued to the writhing girl in front of me. All I could do was drink in the sight of her thighs shaking whenever she hit a particularly good spot, I bit down on my bottom lip as I imagined see the view from below her and being able to feel her thighs shaking.
I’m not one to voice my pleasure too much, but I was another minute from imitating her whimpers; seeing her rutting her hips against the pillows and whining as though the pleasure was ripping her apart was almost too much. Would it be so wrong to make her aware of my presence? Would she be freaked out, or would she maybe let me sit and watch? I very much doubted the last one, but I let it feel possible for a little while longer.
My hand stopped taking breaks from palming my dick through my jeans and set up camp instead. I suddenly regretted wearing skinny jeans as the restriction caused me to break out in a sweat.
[Y/N] let out a string of ’Oh God’s with a trembling voice and I was silently encouraging her to cum, but knew I couldn’t make a sound; I don’t think she’d be able to look me in the eyes if she knew I’d seen her, although I’d have no problem imagining her moaning while riding a pillow whenever I looked at her, despite how wrong that would be.
My head was in a daze. Whenever I thought I was over it, she’d let out a strangled whimper and entice me all over again. And the sounds only got louder as I assumed she got closer, striving for that edge.
My fingers clenched firmly on the doorframe while I drank in the sight of her hips rigorously thrashing against the soft material, I imagined her stomach was twisting and turning while her heart hammered in her chest. Another moan vibrated through her throat.
The guilt was sickening in my stomach. I knew enough to know it was wrong, so why didn’t I stop? I’m a sucker for pleasure; once I’d had a taste, I nodded more.
I wanted more of [Y/N] writhing and wrecked, I wanted her moans closer to my ears, I wanted her on all fours in front of me. I wanted so much.
Everything intensified when she came. I could only guess, but the way her body jerked and the voicing of her pleasure became louder told me everything I needed to know.
It was music to my ears. It was everything I imagined it to be and more. The sound of a girl whimpering had never had such an effect on me.
She sounded almost in pain, as though she needed to cum more than she’d ever needed anything in her entire life, like she’d do absolutely anything.
It wasn’t entirely silent after she came down from her high; her pants and occasional sigh echoed around the room.
It was probably time for me to leave, I kept thinking. I didn’t want to pry my eyes off of her; if I did, it all ended. It’d be like a hollow dream.
But all good things come to an end. I watched her run a hand through her hair before - as silently as I could - tiptoeing towards the stairs and taking each one at a time. I’d made it so far; I was determined not to get caught then.
I adored the look of panic in her eyes when she caught sight of me in the kitchen, knowing she was praying I hadn’t witnessed her little rendezvous. To save her some red cheeks and stuttering, I pretended to have just got home.
To my disappointment, she wasn’t naked when she came down the stairs. One of my sweatshirts hugged her shoulders while a pair of shorts hid underneath, only making an appearance when she raised her arms and the sweatshirt rode up.
She blushed when our kiss lingered, and gasped when I moved my lips down her jaw and towards her neck, as though she’d experienced no higher pleasure.
But I knew.
Here’s some late night smut for you all. This imagine was inspired by a porn video I stumbled across you’re welcome