Justin Bieber Imagines

He's Depressed

"And he was totally checking me out!" My best friend Y/F/N said, as we walked into Justin and I's home, taking off our shoes and hanging up our coats.

"Well, how could he not? You're beautiful," I smiled, making my best friend blush, as she shoved me lightly telling me to stop lying to her. My laughter came to a halt when I saw Justin sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

I stared at him for what seemed like 10 hours but it was for a couple of seconds before Y/F/N placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic smile before walking up the stairs, leaving Justin and I alone for a little while.

"Jay?" I whisper, careful that if I speak a little louder, I'm going to see something I don't really want to see, like his eyes all bloodshot and his cheeks tear-stained.

Justin didn't respond to me, he just took a deep breath and ran his hands down his face, looking up at the ceiling while resting his head on the couch's back-support.

"Are you okay?" I ask, walking towards him and sitting beside him.

"Do you care?" he snapped, making my body jolt back at the sudden harsh attention.

"Of course," I whispered, rubbing my hand up and down his back. He sighed and shook his head, looking the other way so he didn't have to make any sort of eye contact with me. Which confused me because not only was he being strangely rude, his mood changed from when I left with Y/F/N until now.

He was telling me to hurry home because he didn't want to miss me so much and that he wanted me to cuddle with him while watching movies and now, it's like I'm talking to a whole different person.

"Did I do something?" I lean over a bit to catch his jaw clenching, and his eyebrows twitch a bit, while shaking his head, he stood up, patting his pants as if he was cleaning them from some non-existent dust.

"Well, for starters, there's no pizza pockets, and frankly, I noticed that one of the sexy - not as sexy as you, though - Italian waitresses in a movie I was watching had a penis, so that was kind of disappointing, and deceiving actually," he shrugged. "I dropped a plate in the kitchen, it shattered - oh I cut my hand while I was cleaning it up, see?"

He showed me the probably 2 cm cut he had on the palm of his hand, but before I could even have a chance to speak, he began to speak once more.

"Also, I was in the midst of a really good writing session, and I suddenly forgot all the feeling I had into this one song I was working on. I realized my Beliebers hate me, and honestly, I think people would be happy if I completely offed myself right about now. But how was your day? What'd you and Y/F/N do? Did you have fun, baby?" He sat down next to me again, placing a hand on my thigh.

I tilted my head as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I mean, everything he was saying came out normally, but the way he was saying it - the way his eyes were beginning to water, the way my chest became very restricted when it came to being able to breathe any air while he was saying those horrible things, made my heart break.

"Justin," I gasped, making the tears pour out involuntarily, as his concerned emotion became visible on his face.

"Y/N, why are you crying? Did-"

"Why are you saying those things?" I ask, wiping the tears as I continue to look at him with a stern expression. His face softened and his eyes formed a crease as he looked down.

"It's-it's just, I don't know, Y/N, I'm j-just-" he sighed as he looked up again. "I'm just feeling like shit lately."

His voice officially began to break, cracking in the midst of all the hidden emotions that he just revealed, because his cheeks began to go red and tears began to fall.

"Everything's been so frustrating lately, it's like everything I touch, I break. Even the little things like the fucking plate I shattered in the kitchen, I broke down and cried for half an hour before I came and sat here when you came home. I sound like a fucking pussy right now," when he was finished saying what he needed to say, his face was officially hidden in his hands again. His body jumping at his sobs.

"Jay, is this just one of those days or have you been feeling like this for a while now?" I ask, placing a hand on the back of his neck.

"A-a while. A v-very long time," he admits, his cheek was now resting on the palms of his hands, as he faced me, with his pout.

"You didn't tell me, baby, why wouldn't you tell me? You know I would've gotten you help right away," I wrap my arms around my boyfriend's figure but to have him push me away.

"Gotten me help? As in someone else helping me instead of my own girlfriend who, by the way, I needed this whole fucking time. Not some random stranger who I don't even know giving me tips on how to go about my life!" at this point he was screaming at me.

Y/F/N came down the stairs to see what was going on, but I signalled her to leave; which I didn't have to tell her twice because she ran out the door as fast as she could.

"Justin, baby, just please, relax-"

"Don't tell me to relax, Y/N, I'm done with people telling me how to feel. If I feel overwhelmed, I'll act on it," he spat as he walked into the kitchen and grabbing a glass.

I quickly followed him, grabbing his arm, as whipping him around.

"Listen to what I have to say!" I finally snapped, making him look at me with a shocked expression that I was yet to see him wear.

"Don't fucking follow me, Y/N, let me just deal with this on my own, like I have been, because you were too busy to notice!" His voice would grow louder by the second and my tears just kept exiting my face like a complete waterfall and I could do nothing to stop it.

"Too busy? Justin, if you would've told me how you were feeling, I would've cancelled everything. I would've dropped everything to be here for you, and to be around all the time whenever you needed me!" I fought back, I wasn't backing down especially not when the love of my life was feeling like shit and half the reason was because of me.

"You knew you weren't spending as much fucking time with me for a while now - you knew that. All the times I asked you to fucking stay home with me and just hold me and nap with me, you turned me down for Y/F/N. I understand she's your best friend, I understand she's known you and been by your side longer than I ever have, but I miss you. I miss you so much," he began to break down, having to hold onto the counter for support, otherwise his balance would've been cut.

I hold my breath as I walked towards him, waiting for him to tell me to get away from him, but surprisingly he didn't.

"I've been getting so much shit from Scooter lately, I've been getting shit from the whole world too. It's like, even when I'm getting better, to them I'm getting worse, or I'm still the same, but I'm trying. I'm trying so hard," his muffled sobs were echoing the room through the palms of his hands, and I slowly began to caress his back a bit.

All I had to do was listen, I couldn't say anything because this was his time to speak. It was his turn. All the times I was in his position, he would do the exact same thing I was doing right now. It feels good to have someone just listen to you.

"I love you, Justin," I whisper.

"Well that's too bad, because how can you love someone who's as broken as I am?" he whispered. I shook my head and quickly grabbed his hands.

"Stop talking like that, stop thinking like that. You are everything to me, you know that. Babe, you gotta communicate with me. I'm here for you, always, and I'm not giving up on you, ever. You're my whole life, and I wouldn't be here if that wasn't true," I cupped his cheek with my hand and softly ran a finger across his under eye circles, as he relaxed under my touch.

He knew that with time, he'd be alright. Especially with me by his side.