Justin Bieber Imagines

He Ignores You

"Babe," I say, turning over expecting to come in contact with Justin, but instead I felt nothing beside me. I was confused, but once I heard the sound of Call of Duty and a bag potentially full of chips rustling coming from downstairs, I knew exactly where he was.

I had just woken up from a nap after telling Justin I'd be going to my parents house for a couple of weeks tomorrow, which would be a long 6 hour flight from where Justin lives in LA. I didn't bother asking Justin if he wanted to go because he was pretty busy lately, with his new album, new gigs, that he just wouldn't be able to go. I wanted to save myself the disappointment.

Justin seemed pretty pressed about something and I didn't know whether it was because I didn't ask him to go, or because of something else. But he had to understand why I didn't ask him to go in the first place, right?

I built the courage to get up and made my way down the stairs where I saw a focused Justin, eating one chip at a time while his other hand focused on the buttons on the controller I always managed to see on the ground every time he finished playing. I walked towards him and sat down beside him, he looked at me sideways before paying attention to the screen once more.

"Hey, baby," I smiled. Justin didn't say a word. Instead, he kept playing as if I was never there and said anything to begin with. I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned forward a bit to catch a view of his face a little more. His eyes were glued to the dreadful game and I didn't know why he wasn't paying even the slightest bit of attention to me.

"Justin?" I repeat, placing a hand on his thigh, but to have him shake me off. I scoffed, knowing my temper is actually shorter than his, and I was beginning to get angry with this attitude he was giving off.

"Justin," I say more sternly this time, but all he did was huff and continue playing. I stood in front of the TV, hoping it would get his attention, but he kept playing. He didn't even need to look at the screen to know exactly what he was doing.

I dropped my arms to my sides and walked away from this annoying scene. I needed to go eat something, I was starving and of course, whenever Justin's mad, he doesn't get any food. For me at least.

As I was taking all of the items I would need to make a sandwich out of the fridge, I heard footsteps coming in, which made me roll my eyes.

But then I saw that he didn't come into the kitchen to talk to me, he just came cause he was more hungry. He stood beside me as I was taking bread, and placing it on the frying pan, placing cheese on top in the process so it would melt.

Justin seemed like he was waiting for me to finish with the pan so that he could use it too. He didn't bother speaking so I spoke up. Again.

"Do you want a sandwich?" I asked, looking behind me for a quick second, only to not get a response back. Justin grabbed a piece of bread, placing ham on top, a cheese, lettuce, tomato, and the other piece of bread on top, walking out of the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes as I took the bread of the pan and proceeded to finish off my sandwich.

Once I was done, I took my plate to the living room where my boyfriend stayed ignoring me.

"Babe," I sighed, placing my plate onto the coffee table. I wrapped my arms around his neck, straddling him so he couldn't pay attention to the screen anymore. He tried his best to dodge my kisses, but it was no use, he couldn't.

"Y/N, stop," he groaned, making me smile since I finally heard his voice.

"Hey, it speaks," I laugh, but he didn't chuckle at all. My smiles faded and I slouched a bit. "Why won't you talk to me?"

"Because," he simply said, pulling me off of him, making me finally lose my patience with him.

"Okay, you know what. Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you, Justin. Tell me right now, because I'm sick of this childish act you're putting on right now. Communicate," I snapped, making him shoot his head towards me.

He sighed and looked down at his hands, and then back at me.

"I don't want you to leave tomorrow," he muttered. I tilted my head, trying my hardest not to smile, but I failed miserably.

"You're ignoring me because you don't want me to leave tomorrow?" I asked, grabbing his hands and caressing them a bit. He nodded and looked down at his lap. 

"I just-you just- you didn't ask me if I wanted to come with you, you just said you were leaving and you tell me the day before you were leaving, Y/N, you can't do that to me. I always tell you in advance when I'm gonna be leaving," He groaned as he was talking, reminding me of a little kid, which I found adorable coming from him.

I gave him a hug, rubbing his back for a little more comfort before I spoke. "I'm sorry, baby, I just know that you're recording your album and I don't want this to be a distraction for you, you have so much to do," I explain. I felt his lips on my neck, and he pulled away so he was able to look at me. 

"Missing you is going to distract me even more than me going to see your parents with you, I wanna go," He pouted, making me completely give in.

"Okay, okay, you can come," I smile. He mirrored me by also smiling and pulling me in for a hug. 

"I'm sorry for ignoring you,"