Imagine: I Swear It Wasn't Me

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->Imagine: I Swear It Wasn't Me

-(Y/N)-

"Does this look okay?" You ask Justin once you've added the finishing touches to your outfit.

"Babe," he says, "I told you, like, an hour ago. You look perfect." Then he looks close up at our face and you block his view with the palm of your hand.

"Makeup.....?" He asks you, knowing you're wearing it even though he tells you not to every single day.

"I'm sorry... I need it Justin.."

"No. You don't." He reaches for your makeup bag but you snatch it first.

"Come on," you take his hand, "We're gonna be late."

He leads you out the door to his car and opens the door for you.

"Thank you." You say as you slide in, and he gets into the driver seat and you drive toward the party.

-

Once you arrive, Justin's hand tenses in yours. Looking around for what he's seen, you spot Selena, and you know she makes him nervous. You squeeze his hand in reply and walk into the party.

"God. Why is she here?" He says once he's lead you to the back part of the party host's house.

"I don't know. Just be cool. It'll be fine." You say and turn around to walk back toward the party.

"No," he grabs you and pulls you back to him, "Stay with me, okay?"

"Okay." You say with a smile and entangle your hand back into his.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink." He tells you and you start a conversation with Ashley Tisdale, the host of the party.

"Hey!" You greet her.

"Oh my god, hi! So glad you could make it!" She gives you a hug.

"Of course!"

"So where's Justin?"

"Oh, he's over getting something to drink. Where's your guy?" You ask her, referring to her boyfriend, Zac Efron.

"Away. Filming again."

"Oh. I'm sorry! Perfect time to party." You suggest and she answers you with a smile. Selena walks by you and Ashley and you call her over.

"Hey!" You greet her.

"Hi." She says, you've never really had a conversation with her.

"This is really cool to meet you. I grew up idolizing you and watching literally all your shows." You admit to her, which makes her feel more comfortable

"Thank you!" She smiles.

You small talk with Selena and Ashley for about twenty minutes, until Selena wanders away. You continue talking to Ashley for another half hour.

"Hey," she screams above the noise level of the party, "Where's Justin?"

" oh my god!" You totally forgot! You leave Ashley and begin to search for him. People greet you but you have to ignore them, suddenly frantic to find him, knowin he could be drunk and making some bad choices.

"Have you seen justin?" You scream to Miley Cyrus, trying to be heard over the blaring music and constant conversation.

"Uh, yeah. He was with Selena. They went that way." She points toward a staircase and you follow her finger as fear hangs in your stomach. You circle around the staircase, figuring that they didn't go upstairs without people seeing, and decide if you find nothing you'll check up there in case. You find a coat closet, but no one in there. And towards the end of the circling of the staircase, you see a room and catch a glimpse of a knee cap. You enter the room through the cracked-open door to see Justin and Selena. Selena sitting on Justin's lap, kissing his cheek. You let out a gasp before running out of the room. You tear through party guests and out the front door, tears running down your face. You run past Justin's car, stopping only to kick it, and take off your shoes so you can run faster. You find yourself halfway down the block and you turn to see....nothing. Justin wasn't even following you. Makeup ruined and tears covering your face, you head back to the house you share with Justin and fall asleep immediately.

-

You wake up with a start. No one in the room with you, you begin to pack when you hear a commotion in the kitchen. You walk out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. You find justin, rummaging through the fridge. He approaches you and tries to bring you into a hug but you slap him off.

"Don't touch me! I hate you! I can't believe I ever trusted you! You filthy liar!" You scream at him.

"No..please. It wasn't me I swear. She told me she needed to tell me something, next thing I know she's pulling me into a room ad sitting on my lap! You know I wouldn't do that! I HATE her. I told you I did. I wasn't drunk (Y/N). I wasn't."

"Then why didn't you come after me?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you come after me? When I saw you in the room. You didn't even come out after me when I ran off."

"I don't even know what your talking about...."

"Oh sure! God I hate you!"

"No," he grabs your hand, "Tell me what happened. Please."

You see the true confusion in his eyes so you tell him how you saw him and Selena.

"I didn't even know you came in. She must've done that on purpose. To make sure you'd see it but I wouldn't."

"No. She wouldn't do that, she was really nice when I met her yesterday."

"Then I don't know what it was," he takes you by the waist and sits you on his lap.

"I can't trust you Justin," you get up off his lap, "I'm sorry."

"Yes you can! Don't let her screw us up! She's just a pig! That's why I dumped her, please!" He grabs your hand and kisses you.

"Show me that I can trust you." You say as you pull away from the kiss.

"I will. I promise"

"Hold on," you say, remembering something, "What did you do?"

"Pardon?"

"When I ran off, what did you do?"

"Like I said, I didn't see you come in so I didn't know you ran off."

"Okay. But what did you do with Selena the rest of the night? When did you come home from the party? How's you escape from her?" You say. Pieces in your brain seem to be coming together in a way that would not represent Justin positively.

"Well, she was...kissing my cheek I think. I asked her to stop and she started kissing my lips. Then I shook her off me. I left the room and found Ashley. I asked her where you were and she said she saw you run off crying. So I left the party and drove here. Not knowing if you'd be here. I saw you collapsed on our bed, with makeup running down your cheeks. I didn't want to wake you up because I knew you'd just be angry so I slept on the couch." He explains to you.

"Okay.." You reply.

"(Y/N), you know I'd never hurt you like that." He tells you, taking your hand. "Ever."

"I know..I just, I didn't expect to see that and..well, it looked like you were really into her and then when you didn't come after me..." He lifts your chin and your eyes meet his. "I love you Justin Bieber."

"I love you more." He smiles.

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