A/N: THIS IS AN ENTIRELY RE-VAMPED VERSION OF THE OLD GROWL. IT IS VERY DIFFERENT (AND MUCH BETTER IMO). Let me know what YOU think ;) ! Follow for more or subscribe to me on AO3, where I’m listed as MelWinchester/PichiWrites. Notes and reblogs help me out every so much! Love love love <3 (gif not mine).
Okay guys so this is a kind of imagine on what it’d be like when you’re into Justin Foley. This is kinda a mini thing and not really going into depth, and I was thinking of having a three part series on how you end up with Justin Foley. This is not part of that series, of course, it’s just a kind of individual sample on the subject
“Y/N! Let’s go!” your best friend called, handing by the door of the girls’ bathroom at Liberty High.
You nervously adjust your dress in front of the mirror, giving it a final tug before giving up and picking up your stuff.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”
“You look good,” your friend smirked. “And is that… makeup? Y/N, wearing makeup to school? Whoa, you’ve fallen hard for Foley.”
You blush, swatting her away and nervously touching your hair. You don’t know why, but your Monday morning tutoring session with Justin Foley has become your favorite part of the week. You’ve become friends over the past few weeks; well, as friendly as a quiet, smart girl and the school’s favorite jock can become. You feel weird, because you have a boyfriend, a guy you’ve known since you were kids, but you were getting more frustrated with him everyday because he seemed to drift further away from you.
“Shut up. Hey, I gotta go to my tutoring session, okay? I’ll see you around.”
Your best friend raises an eyebrow, grinning.
“So that’s what you’re calling it..,” she smirks. “Allright.”
You roll your eyes, picking up a heavy chemistry textbook and heading to the library. Justin is slumped into a chair near the back, long legs splayed and his head tilted back, headphones in. He looks up as you approach, giving you that trademark Justin Foley smile. Ah, that godamned smile.
“Hey, Y/N,” he grins. “Lookin’ good today.”
You sit down, trying your best not to blush, and flip open your textbook.
“Okay, so have you finished the practice questions we started last week?”
He looks at you, running a hand through his messy brown hair.
“Those? You know those aren’t important.”
“Justin-” you begin, but an onslaught of loud makeout noises cuts you off.
Justin grins, and gestures to the back.
“We should go check that out. See who’s lame enough to get in on in the library.”
You roll your eyes, but he’s already getting up.
“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be so boring,” he says, grabbing your arm to pull you up. You sigh, following him to the back.
“I swear, Justin, you are-” you say, but stop when you see who it is in front of you. It’s your so-called boyfriend, making out with a sophomore like there’s no tomorrow. He hardly even looks up when you approach.
“You’re cheating on me!” you can’t help but exclaim, and he looks up, acting almost lazy about it.
“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.”
“You didn’t see me there? That’s what you’re gonna say?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to date you anymore.”
You try your best to blink them away, but tears still prick your eyes.
“Why? What did I do to you?”
“For starters, you’re ugly. Ugliest girl in the junior class. Jesus, I shouldn’t have dated you,” he says, scowling at you as tears stream down your face. “And besides, you’re a slut. Why the fuck are you getting all dressed up just to tutor Foley, huh? You want him to-”
He’s cut off abruptly by Justin’s fist smashing into his nose, as the girl squeals and scurries away.
“You asshole! Why the fuck would you do that?!” the guys splutters, as blood streams out of his nose.
You look at Justin, shell-shocked, but you can’t register much because of how shitty you feel about yourself. He looks at you, shaking his arm off as the librarian comes to investigate.
“You aren’t, ugly, Y/N. I don’t know how a shit like him got a girl like you, but you aren’t anything near ugly. You’re amazing, ok? You’re smart, and funny, and you’re the most beautiful girl at school,” he says suddenly, his words tumbling over one another. “And I know you’ll be mad at me for doing it, but he was making you cry. And I can’t see you cry. I know I’ve hardly even known you.. and you probably don’t even like a guy like me, but-”
Before he can finish his sentence, you lean in, closing the gap between you two. He tastes like salt and smoke. And when you two pull apart, you grin.
“Justin Foley, will you go out with me?”
I really hope you liked this, and if you did, comment whether you’d like me to start a three part series on Justin Foley.
// In which Y/N and Justin need to go on a break //
Inspired by Justin’s bad attitude at the Billboard Awards
“You okay?” I hesitantly asked my boyfriend, Justin, who sat silently at my side. I tried to be discrete with my concerns as cameras scanned across the audience of celebrities that were placed near the stage. I merely glanced up at the stage to see some unknown man announce the nominees for best country artist category of the show.
“Yeah, I’m fine,“ Justin said curtly before changing positions to slouch in his seat.
"Are you getting nervous?” I gave him a small smile then took his hand in mine. He neither held my hand tighter nor pulled away from me.
“Why would I be nervous?” Justin scoffed, picking at a bit of skin by his cuticles.
“I don’t know. I mean, you still haven’t performed yet and you don’t know how many awards you’ve one,” I tried to give valid points as to why he should be a tad bit more responsive to the current situation.
"I don’t even know what I’m nominated for,” Justin shrugged, ultimately showing that he had no desire to be here at all. It made me feel so defeated to know that Justin currently does not even care about his own success.
“You’re nominated for best male, artist of the year, brat-” a parade of applause interrupted my words. Justin and I both turned to the stage and listened as the country artist who ended up being Luke Bryan gave his acceptance speech. After Luke Bryan walked backstage, all the lights turned back on and the cameras panned towards us signaling, that we were on a commercial break.
“Are you ready for you performance?” I tried again to get him to talk.
“Yeah,” was all Justin said though.
“Excuse me, Justin,” We both looked up at the sound of his name to see Rita Ora standing of us.
"Hey, Rita,” Justin hopped up and gave her a hug and smile which is more than I have received from Justin in the past few days.
"So nice to see you!” She pulled him in for a big hug. I glared at Becky, already knowing her game. Refraining from saying anything, I sat as they fraternized. Soon enough, a bunch of other C and D list celebrities engaged Justin in conversations. He was more enthusiastic with them then he’s been with me all day. I rolled my eyes before turning to talk about the best outfits of the night with Kendall Jenner who was sat beside me.
A couple of minutes later, the music started back up signally that the break was over. Becky and the others scurried back to their seats a few rows back as Justin took his place beside me again. After the next commercial break Justin was notified to go backstage for his performance. without a kiss, hug or even a look, Justin made his way past me to follow one of the producers backstage. I let out a sigh of relief once he was gone. Although I love Justin, I couldn’t stand walking on egg shells with him like I’ve been doing on and off again for the past few months. Trying to enjoy the show, I spend my time talking with Kylie and Kendall who were of pleasant company.
Coincidentally, after I finished tell them about the vacation Justin and I took recently, the lights dimmed and the beat of Company started. I quickly turned away from the girls to watch my boyfriend perform one of my favorite songs of his. The crowd uproar led in applause as Justin started the song.
I instantly frowned at the amount of backtrack apparent in the sound. You couldn’t even hear Justin’s voice or really even see him with his background stylistic choices. Justin barely sung and did little dancing as he performed both Company and Sorry. Besides the occasional high notes and dance moves, Justin was like a robot on the stage. His half assed performance left me disappointed as I watched him not take his job seriously.
Justin got back to his seat a few minutes later with the same blank expression from earlier. “Good job, baby,” I tried to stay optimistic about situation. Justin nodded before pulling out his phone in the middle of The Weeknd accepting his Top 100 Artist award, something Justin was nominated for and should’ve won. I rolled my eyes and stared at the stage as more awards were given out and Britney Spears performed.
After running through a few more categories, Ciara and Ludacris became to announce the finalists for the best Male Artist. As they named the contestants, a little clip of each of their work displayed across the screen. I nudged Justin playfully as small clip of what do you mean played. He gave me a fake smile to get me to stop messing with him and trying to hype up the situation.
“And the best male artist of 2016 is….” Ciara took a moment to open the envelope. “The winner is Justin Bieber,” The crowd interrupted to cheers. Justin gave me a quick side hug before making his way on to stage. He gave Ciara a warmer hug that I received before taking the award from her hands and moving to the podium.
“I’m not really a talker, but I’ll say thank you to my family and friends. I want to thank God. I want to thank everyone that believed in me and believes in me,” He said shortly before holding up the trophy and walking backstage without another word. The hosts quickly took over to move the show along to disregard Justin’s awkwardness.
The show ended and I didn’t see or here from Justin again until he joined me in the car that we rode in. I waited for him in the back seat for at least 40 minutes before he decided to made an appearance. With a random bottle of champagne in his hand, he poured me a glass before taking a swig from the whole bottle.
“Classy,” I muttered sarcastically making him smirk, his bad mood subsiding slightly. “I need to go back and change into my other dress before we head out again,” I informed my boyfriend when he frowned because we pasted up the location for the after party. Justin didn’t say anything but I knew he was a bit upset that I needed to get ready. I tried to get ready as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t worsen Justin’s mood.
“You look good,” Justin complimented from the bed of the hotel room, once I came out the bathroom.
“Thank you. Ready to head out?” I asked as I stuck a room key into my purse. Justin nodded before leading back out the hotel. Fans that surrounded the exit screamed as we we got back in our car. I expected Justin to at least speak to his fans but instead, he looked straight ahead not bothering to interact with any of them. My jaw clenched at his rudeness, wanting nothing more than for Justin to quit being an asshole.
Even at the after party, Justin ditched me as soon as we arrived. I tried to dance and at least look like I was having a good time but it was so hard when all I could think about was my rocky relationship. Drinking more than I normally would, the alcohol eased away some of the pain I was feeling. I kept to myself as I drank more and more. A few people approached me but quickly sensed that I just wanted to be alone.
“Baby,” Justin cooed as he slid in the booth with me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you all night,“ I gave my boyfriend a soft smile which he returned. I was just happy he payed me this little amount of attention. I was grateful for everything Justin gave me.
"Let’s go clubbing,” He suggested, his eyes glassed over from intoxication.
“We’re clubbing right now,” I hummed, taking the drink from his hand and downing it myself.
“Nah, I’m not talking about this shit. Let’s go. The boys and me about to head out” He leaned in to me to speak. He concluded his proposal of leaving with a sloppy wet kiss to my neck.
“Justin, we’re already here. It doesn’t make sense to go anywhere else. Plus I’m getting pretty tired away,” I wiped his wetness of of me.
“Well then you can stay here,” Justin shrugged.
“I’m not going to stay here all alone,” I immediately protested.
"Then go back to the hotel. I’m not about to babysit you,” His eyes on me hardened into a annoyed glare.
"Okay,” I said nothing more. I could only bare being at the party alone for a few more minutes before I left. I followed Justin and his friends to the car where they were being obnoxiously drunk. They quickly had the driver drop them off at some sketchy club and then I rode back to the hotel alone.
I made it back to the hotel not too soon later with a tired ache in my bones. I glanced around the room at all of Justin and I’s belongings that scattered around the hotel room. All I want is to be alone with Justin in our bed but these hotels could never be a home.
There was no denying the amount of stress the tour was putting on our relationship. And while it weighed heavily on my heart, Justin acted as though he didn’t notice. As if, all the clubbing and the appearances haven’t made our relationship anything but one dimensional. Behind closed doors, Justin and I were shells. We didn’t speak, we didn’t make love, we didn’t- we just didn’t.
Realizing all the pitfalls of our relationship, tears fell as I went through my nightly routine. My whole life was nothing but a routine as I joined Justin on his tour where he’s began to change. No longer wanting give proper performances, take pictures, or even meet fans at all, I didn’t know what Justin was becoming. Tired from crying and thinking of the insecurities of my relationship, soon enough I slipped off into a light sleep.
It wasn’t until a few hours later that Justin joined me again with the smell of liquor and his expensive cologne filling both of our senses. He clumsily slipped into bed with a laugh and kissed me until I was aware of what was happening. My drowsiness left me as he tried his best to get us out of our clothes. I want Justin and if he only wants my when he is drunk then so be it.
I returned Justin’s kisses before crawling down his body to get a taste of the part of Justin that truly appreciated me.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked Justin, trying to sound casual as I took a bite of the burger we picked up before we left the city the Billboard Awards was held in.
“No one,” Justin shrugged, not even looking up from his phone as he typed quickly
“What are you writing then?”
“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Justin snapped up at me before walking out of the lounge to sit in the back bedroom of the tour bus. I couldn’t hide the tears that threatened to run down my face. I tried to distract myself on my phone as my eyes blurred. I was pulling myself together but I wasn’t until I read Justin’s Instagram post that reached my breaking point.
“What the fuck?” I spat at Justin once I got up to see him sprawled out on the bed.
“What’s wrong with you?” His eyes squinted and wrinkles formed in his forehead.
“No, Justin. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I tossed my phone at Justin to show him I was pissed over the post he made about award shows being a waste of time.
“Why are you mad over a fucking caption?” He yelled back at me.
"I’m not mad over your caption; I’m mad that you don’t fucking speak to me. You don’t ever tell me how you feel so I have to find out through your fucking Instagram. How is that fair to me? I’m here with you, yet you treat me like I’m beneath you, like you can’t fucking talk to me,” I let out my frustrations.
“I’m dating you and no one else for a reason. What the fuck else do you want from me?” He snarled.
“Being girlfriend and boyfriend is more than just exclusively fucking each other, Justin. It’s about love and support and communication and you don’t have any of those qualities,” I threw my hands out in frustration.
“Maybe because you’re always bitching about something,” He muttered.
“Jesus, do you fucking hear yourself? I’m here because I love you but you obviously don’t feel the same was anymore,” My voice cracked.
"I do love you,” He spoke just as quietly as I did.
“Justin, you don’t even sound like you were trying to make that believable. Something’s going on with you and if you don’t open up, I’m leaving,” I put everything I was holding back, out on the table. At my words, he looked up at me with confusion and heartbreak. His wet eyes looked over my face trying to find a bluff but it wasn’t there. I couldn’t continue with Justin, with the way I’ve been treated.
"I’m so stressed,” Is the first thing he said, his voice broken.
"And I try to help but you constantly push me to the side,” I took a seat beside him on the bed. My eyes watched the wall and his eyes watched me as we sat together.
"I feel like I can’t talk to you anymore,” he confirmed my fears.
"If we aren’t able to speak freely to each other, why are we together?” I turned to him as two tears fell.
"We’re together because I love you and you love me,” He pulled me to him and held me against his chest. His rapid heartbeat slowed down as he held me.
"I think we’re together because you’re going through so many different things and I’m one of the only stable things in your life,” I spoke moments later. “Please tell me, Justin. Are you still in love with me?” I asked my fear.
“I love you more than anything,” He croaked.
"I think we need to take time for ourselves. I need to be my own person and you need to sort yourself out,” I came to the conclusion we both dreaded.
“Please don’t go,” He held me tighter.
“If we both are in love with each other by the end of this, I’ll come back to you if you come back to me,” I promised the boy that I loved.
Justin was lying in the bed with Brian, as usual. Naked and coming down from a night of hot sex. Brian’s arm was draped around him. Justin messed with the shell bracelet Brian always wore. He had never seen him without it. He never took it off not even in the shower or when he went to work. It was always there.
“Why don’t you take this bracelet off?” Justin asked.