Even though Ты try, it’s obvious that Ты don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as Ты clutch the covers even tighter to your body. Ты inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. Ты don’t want to be, but Ты just can’t help it. Sniffling, Ты bury your face into the подушка and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. Ты look over at his side of the постель, кровати and although Ты know what’s waiting - your сердце still sinks when Ты notice it’s empty.
Ты and Justin had a huge fight and when Ты look back now, Ты realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. Ты can barely remember what started the argument and that bothers you. If there isn’t even a good reason for having such a big fight, then is it really worth losing your relationship over? No. And Ты just can’t lose Justin. Ты Любовь him. Ты need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, Ты peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” Ты call out silently as Ты reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, Ты notice Justin sitting on the the диван, мягкий уголок with his head in his hands. If you’re honest; this is unusual for you. Normally, Justin was the one to apologize. No matter who started it, he would be the first one to say sorry. This time though; Ты want to be the first one. Ты want to say sorry because Ты need to fix everything. Ты need to be with Justin; Ты can’t lose him.
“Justin?” The sound of your voice brings him out of his state and he slowly looks up. “C-can we talk?” Ты croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and Ты let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, Ты begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and Ты sniffle again, wiping away a tear. This makes Justin look up and his face softens when he sees you. He opens his mouth so say something, but Ты cut him off by raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” Ты begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I сказал(-а) during the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean it. I just… Your lifestyle is hard for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I Любовь Ты and I’m so proud of you. It’s just hard sometimes. With all the rumors and the distance and everything. And… I’m just sorry.”
Before Ты can continue или do anything else, he wraps Ты up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. Ты rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do Ты know how weird it is to hear Ты apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. Ты feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and Ты smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want Ты to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” Ты smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste Kiss on your collarbone. “I know that, [Y/N]. I’m sorry, too. For everything. It just frustrates me how you’re not happy with me because I’m selfish and I just can’t let Ты go so Ты can be happy with someone else. I can’t медведь the thought of Ты with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I Любовь you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I Любовь you, too, [Y/N].”
Ты and Justin had a huge fight and when Ты look back now, Ты realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. Ты can barely remember what started the argument and that bothers you. If there isn’t even a good reason for having such a big fight, then is it really worth losing your relationship over? No. And Ты just can’t lose Justin. Ты Любовь him. Ты need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, Ты peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” Ты call out silently as Ты reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, Ты notice Justin sitting on the the диван, мягкий уголок with his head in his hands. If you’re honest; this is unusual for you. Normally, Justin was the one to apologize. No matter who started it, he would be the first one to say sorry. This time though; Ты want to be the first one. Ты want to say sorry because Ты need to fix everything. Ты need to be with Justin; Ты can’t lose him.
“Justin?” The sound of your voice brings him out of his state and he slowly looks up. “C-can we talk?” Ты croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and Ты let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, Ты begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and Ты sniffle again, wiping away a tear. This makes Justin look up and his face softens when he sees you. He opens his mouth so say something, but Ты cut him off by raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” Ты begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I сказал(-а) during the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean it. I just… Your lifestyle is hard for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I Любовь Ты and I’m so proud of you. It’s just hard sometimes. With all the rumors and the distance and everything. And… I’m just sorry.”
Before Ты can continue или do anything else, he wraps Ты up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. Ты rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do Ты know how weird it is to hear Ты apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. Ты feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and Ты smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want Ты to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” Ты smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste Kiss on your collarbone. “I know that, [Y/N]. I’m sorry, too. For everything. It just frustrates me how you’re not happy with me because I’m selfish and I just can’t let Ты go so Ты can be happy with someone else. I can’t медведь the thought of Ты with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I Любовь you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I Любовь you, too, [Y/N].”
