The housework; te and Justin had moved in together six months fa and both of te are happily in Amore with each other. He had asked te to sposta in on a data at the restaurant te had your first data together, and te couldn’t think of a più romantic way to be asked. Lately though, after Justin got back from tour, he is più and più sloppy. He doesn’t clean after himself when cena is done, he tosses his clothes around mindlessly and so on. This is getting to te because te know he has a career to think about and work for but te work too, and te still have to clean up after him.

One giorno you’ve had enough and when you’re sitting on the divano with Justin, te decide to bring the subject up. “Justin, can we talk?” He mumbles out a response, keeping his eyes on the pallacanestro, basket game they are mostrare on TV. te sigh deeply, reaching for the remote and turn off the game he was watching. His head snaps towards you, confusion written all over his face. “What the hell? Why did te - are te okay?” He interrupts himself once he notices your upset expression and creases forms on his forehead.

Biting your bottom lip, te shake your head slowly. Justin, looking più confused than ever, motions for te to elaborate. “I wanted to talk to te about something and te completely ignored me.” te mumble, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m sorry. I was watching the game but since te turned that off… What’s up?” “See, this is what I mean. te wouldn’t have listened to me if I hadn’t turned TV off. I wanted to talk to te about your clothes, Justin.” te say, much clearer this time seeing as te want him to hear your thoughts. te want him to listen to te and respect your opinions. Justin cocks his eyebrows, barking out a short laugh.

“Uhm, okay. What about them?” “You leave them everywhere. I know te have your career and fans, so te need to work hard. I understand that but that doesn’t mean te can’t pick them up after yourself. I have work, too, Justin but te don’t see me throwing them everywhere. I found your jeans in the cucina the other day. I’m tired when I get home too and I would really appreciate it if te could clean after yourself.” The words gush out of your mouth but you’re relieved when you’re done because te needed to get that off of your chest. Justin’s face has now melted to a frown and as he stares at you. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t even realize. I’m gonna start cleaning, I promise. I just don’t wanna fight about this. What about a movie night tonight and I’ll clean the apartment tomorrow?”