One Shot.

Justin really hasn't been paying very much attention to me lately. I feel like I'm just there when he wants me, not when he needs me. He always comes home late from the studio, and sometimes, he even smells like girls perfume. I tried my best not to get too worked up about it but in starting to get worried that he might be cheating. I hate to think like that, especially with all of the trust I've put into him.

Justin was sitting in the living room on his phone as always and I thought that tonight I'd surprise him with something special. I put on my sexiest lingerie I had and left my hair down and somewhat messy, sexy. I tiptoed down the stairs and peered around the doorway to see Justin with his laptop open in front of him and his phone in his hands.

"Hey babe..." I said seductively as I snaked my arms around his neck and down his chest.

Justin turned to look at me with wide as as he but his lip. I knew I had him hooked now, at least I thought so.

"Baby you look so.. sexy."

"That's what I was aiming for." I said as I stood in front of him now, trying my sexiest poses on him.

He shook his head and rubbed his forehead. I knew something wasn't right. "I'm so so sorry."

"Well fuck Justin, you always do this!" I screamed at him as I folded my arms a tossed my chest in an angry manner.

"You know I'll be home as soon as possible and then we can-"

"No! I'm not doing anything with you tonight." I said with tears present in my eyes, "Justin, are you cheating on me?"

"Oh God (YN) come on, I'm just going to the studio. You know if never EVER cheat on you."

I shook my head in disgust and ran up the stairs to our bedroom. I collapsed on the bed in a fit of tears and buried my face into the comforter. I guess it didn't help that the bed smelt exactly like Justin.

I heard the front door slam shut and I quickly sat up. God, Justin was such an ass when he was mad. I was afraid to chase after him but I did anyways. I threw on some pajama pants with the name BIEBER down the side that Justin had gotten me along with one of his large shirts.

I hurried down stairs in a pair of slippers and made sure that Justin was halfway down the driveway before I went to the garage and got into the range rover.

I followed behind him quite a bit away so that he wouldn't know. Finally, after what seemed forever, I pulled into a parking lot still following him.

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself looking up at the building. I had no idea that this was his studio... But maybe it wasn't in the first place.

Justin got out of the car and cautiously looked around before rushing inside. I rested my head on the steering wheel for a few minutes before heading in behind him.

I ran up to the door and knocked lightly. Scooter appeared and had a scared and funny look on his face.

"(YN), it's nice to see you again." He stuttered, "why are you here?"

"I'm not trying to small talk Scooter. I'm sorry. Where's Justin?"

"H-He's not here he's-"

"I watched him fucking walk in here don't lie to me! Let me in." I tried forcing my way in but Scooter blocked my way and held me back.

Years started swelling up in my eyes and through my sobs I screamed for him to let me in.

"Fine, but when Justin gets mad at me I'm blaming you." Scooter finally gave in.

I walked in and was directed to the room where Justin was. I didn't go all the way in, I just peaked in to see what was going on. Farrah.

"Justin, this is really nice of you to do." She said as she sat next to him on the couch.

Farrah was Justin's ex girlfriend. They'd grown to be close friends but I'd always felt edgy when they were together. She was my good friend now too but she can't be trusted. She was always asking me questions about my personal life and shit lately. She was sketchy. But thats not the point, why is she here in the first place?

"Thank you so much for coming here every night. You made this easier for me."

Oh my god... What was going on? Right in front of me too?

Justin moved the notebook from his lap and put his arms around her, holding her tight. I had to stop this.

I barged through the door and Justin and Farrah shot up off of the couch. The tears in my eyes blurred my vision but I could clearly see what was going on.

"So this is what you do every night? Farrah? Really? I would've honestly rather have it be any other girl. I can't believe this Justin."

He ran over to me and before I could turn and run he grabbed my wrists and held me back. He put his arms around me to try and calm me down but I just reached my fists up and pounded them in his chest. I have up soon enough and sobbed into his shirt.

He looked down at me and sh'd me for awhile, "(YN), I hate to tell you this but I was going to surprise you for your birthday. I was wiring a new album that would be exclusive and special to you but you kinda ruined it. And as for Farrah, she was getting information from you for the past few months so that I'd have some girl insight. I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry."

I sucked in deep sharp breaths and took everything in as he explained it. Damn, I was one dumb girl. Or maybe I was just protective. Yeah let's say protective because that sounds better.

"Justin I thought you were cheating." I barely smiled as he wiped away my tears with his thumbs.

"I told you I wasn't." He laughed.

"We'll leave you two to yourselves for awhile. Be outta here by 1:00am JB." Scooter said as he escorted Farrah out. We waved goodbye and I looked back up at Justin with a smirk on my face.

"You're still wearing that sexy lingerie, aren't you?" Justin said with a smile.

"You know it." I giggled.

"Does this mean makeup sex?"

"You read my mind."