"Justin, please. Talk to me." You huffed as you walked up to the front door of the house you shared, your heels clicking on the pavement.
Once again, he ignored you. He swung the door lightly, making it close after him and making your stop abruptly as it almost hit you. You huffed and walked inside and closed it behind you.
"That was rude." You slid your heels off gratefully.
"You drooling over other boys is rude but you still managed that." He mumbled as he collapsed on the couch and turned the TV on.
You sighed, and sat on the chair next to him. You ran a hand through your hair.
"Justin.." You trailed off and sighed, feeling drained.
"Don't start being like this now, [Y/N]. You did wrong so face the consequences." He spat quitely. "Don't think acting tired and being all 'I don't need this right now' will make it go away."
"Justin, I'm sorry. I was drinking, I didn't know what I was doing!" You exclaimed as you sent him a pleading look.
"No. You know if it was the other way round, you'd be up my ass for days about it. You're not getting away with this." He growled as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen.
"It's not like I slept with the guy!" You threw your arms up as you shouted to him from the living room.
"No, you didn't. But you had your hands on him, you flirted with him and you made him think you were into him. Meanwhile, I was in the corner watching it all happen." He hissed, coming back into the living room with a glass of water in his hand.
"Justin, I'm so sorry. You know I'd never do that soberly." You pleaded, walking towards him.
"I know you wouldn't," He sighed deeply as you got closer. "But that doesn't mean I don't have the right to me mad at you." His jaw clenched as he looked up at you.
"I know, you have every right to be mad at me." You whispered as your face was centimetres from his, he gulped as you pecked his lips lazily.
"No." He breathed heavily, pushing you away slightly. "You can't just kiss me and make me forgive you." He muttered as he looked down at you.
You ran your hands up and down your face, moving and plopping down on the couch. "I'm so sorry." You whispered.
"I'm going to bed, we'll talk about this in the morning." He muttered, slamming his glass down on the table before getting up and heading towards the stairs.
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Sighing as you heard Justin coming down the stairs, you took a deep breath.
"Morning." He muttered, you turned to look at him, he was dressed in a black shirt and a pair of white basketball pants.
"Morning." You croaked, your voice dry from not having much sleep.
"Sleep well?" He looked you up and down as he sat down, seeing you looking dishevelled and tired.
"Do I look like I slept well?" You sighed and fell back on the couch.
He sighed, motioning his hand to him. "Come here."
You hesitantly stood up and slowly walked over to him, sitting down next to him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.
"Try and get some rest." He spoke, not entirely with a kind tone, but you a appreciated it.
"D-Do you forgive me?" You whispered, not wanting to anger him.
"I thought about it last night, and I realised you didn't do it to on purpose or to hurt me. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." He pecked the side of your head sweetly.
"I love you." You whispered, snuggling into his side.
"I love you too, baby." His embrace tightened around you.
