Justin Bieber one shots and imagines

break up pt 2

I awoke to the door opening. Fuck he must have found the spare key. I pretended to be asleep. I felt him sit on the bed and start kissing all over my face. "Not now," I grumbled. "Fine grumpy. I'll be downstairs." He kissed me again. I groaned still angry about last night. I checked my phone and I had over 20 messages. All of them were pictures of Justin on top of different girls. I got blinded from anger. "What the absolute fuck?!" I said throwing my phone at him. "Baby I'm sorry I had been drinking-" I cut him off. "No Justin I am sick of that being your excuse." Tears formed in his eyes making me angrier. "I'm done." I walked upstairs to pack my things. "Baby let's talk about this." I shook my head. "No. You do this every week. I'm done." I walked out to the car with him following me like a lost puppy. "I'll do better," he mumbled. I slammed the car door and drove off with my middle finger in the air.