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