Even though te try, it’s obvious that te don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as te clutch the covers even tighter to your body. te inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. te don’t want to be, but te just can’t help it. Sniffling, te bury your face into the cuscino and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. te look over at his side of the letto and although te know what’s waiting - your cuore still sinks when te notice it’s empty.
te and Justin had a huge fight and when te look back now, te realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. te 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 te just can’t lose Justin. te Amore him. te need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, te peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” te call out silently as te reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, te notice Justin sitting on the the divano 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; te want to be the first one. te want to say sorry because te need to fix everything. te need to be with Justin; te 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?” te croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and te let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, te begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and te 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 te cut him off da raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” te begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I detto 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 Amore te 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 te can continue o do anything else, he wraps te up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. te rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do te know how weird it is to hear te apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. te feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and te smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want te to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” te smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste baciare 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 te go so te can be happy with someone else. I can’t orso the thought of te with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I Amore you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I Amore you, too, [Y/N].”
te and Justin had a huge fight and when te look back now, te realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. te 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 te just can’t lose Justin. te Amore him. te need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, te peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” te call out silently as te reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, te notice Justin sitting on the the divano 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; te want to be the first one. te want to say sorry because te need to fix everything. te need to be with Justin; te 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?” te croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and te let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, te begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and te 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 te cut him off da raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” te begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I detto 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 Amore te 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 te can continue o do anything else, he wraps te up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. te rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do te know how weird it is to hear te apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. te feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and te smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want te to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” te smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste baciare 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 te go so te can be happy with someone else. I can’t orso the thought of te with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I Amore you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I Amore you, too, [Y/N].”
