Imagines (1D & JB)

Imagine a reality TV show with 10 Beliebers and 10 Directioners living in the same house. Imagine the drama. THE FANDOM SHORE!
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10. Flatline

**AN

Hi this is just a random chapter. Nothing to do with the fandom shore. Just really love Flatline by the biebs. Hope you enjoy it. :)

Tears feel from my eyes as I looked at the news stands. I tired so hard to ignore the articles but how can I not read them? They're everywhere.

Justin Bieber goes clubbing with supermodels.

Justin Bieber and his secret date with former girlfriend Selena Gomez. What about Mary?

Sources say Justin is ignoring his long time girlfriend Mary.

I wiped away my tears and stormed off. I'm officially done with him.

2 months earlier.

Justin's POV

"Ya I'll be there in a sec babe. Alright see you soon." I ended the call and parked my range rover. I locked my car and jogged up to the Starbucks that I was meeting my girlfriend at.

"Hey." I smiled wide when I saw her face. I pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Justin, l've missed you so much." She sighed. We sat down and I grabbed her hand over the table.

"I know. I miss you too. But it'll be different. I promise. This will be the last time that you say you miss me." I couldn't help but smile.

"What do you mean?" She asked confused.

"I'm taking you on tour with me." I smiled.

"Justin, you know I can't do that." She spoke softly. My smile vanished as fast as she said that.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You know that I can't leave school. I thought that this long distance would work but..."

"But what? You know how much I love you right? This has to work. We can't break up after everything we've been through."

"I know. I don't want to break up with you Justin really. It's just you've been so busy. Wouldn't it be easier if you found someone that had the same schedule as you?"

I frowned. "No. It wouldn't be easier. I can't trust anyone anymore. You know that. You get me Mary. Not like anyone else."

She dropped her head. "I'm just feeling so lonely without you. I know it's not your fault and you can't help it but it doesn't feel the same anymore."

"What can I do to fix it? I'll do anything. Just name it. I-I love you Mary."

"I don't think you can fix it. We just have to get used to it."

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Mary's POV

I thought that after Justin and I's talk we'd be stronger. I thought that we'd get better and we did. At first. It was great. Justin would call, text, and video chat me everyday. He would make time to visit me on his days off or surprise me and come over. Everything was going so well. It really felt like old times, before he was teen heartthrob, Justin Bieber. He was my Justin again. I prayed that things would stay like this but I knew good things always come to an end. Slowly our connection started to wither like a flower. I'd try calling him but he'd be too busy to talk. When he'd call back, I'd be too busy to even say hello. It was like the universe was working against us.

It's been about two weeks now and we've lost total contact. I knew this was bound to happen considering his lifestyle. I love Justin. He's amazing at what he does and I'm so proud of him. But just watching him and not knowing that he's okay are two different things. Yes, I see him all the time, he's everywhere I go. But I'm not really with him all the time. I haven't seen him in two weeks.

I lay on my couch, wearing some of Justin's clothes and watching romantic comedies trying to cheer myself up whilst stuffing my face with all the sugar in the house imaginable. I licked my lips as I heard the doorbell. I quickly got off the couch spilling the bowl of popcorn on the floor.

"Shit," I swore under my breath. I shrugged my shoulders as I scampered off too the door wondering who it could be.

I flung the mahogany door open revealing him too me. He stood wearing the usual. Black supras, black crouch sagging pants, leather tank-top, pullover, and his most recent favourite, sunglasses. It wasn't even sunny out.

"Justin?" I choked out. He didn't pulls off his glasses to meet my eyes

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked. His voice was unusually raspy and low.

I nodded my head and stepped aside letting him. He walked into the living room and noticed the miss. He gave me a questioning look but I just shrugged it off.

"Sorry about the mess–" Justin cut me off.

"Never mind the mess. I came here to tell you something. And I knew that I had to do it in person." I stared at him as he spoke firmly. I knew what was coming and sudden felt prepared.

"Just say it Justin. I already know why you came. Just tell me and go." I whispered softly.

"I'm breaking up with you." He told me. I nodded my head sadly.

"Did any of our relationship mean anything to you?" I asked.

Justin made a squeak sound. "Of course it did. I loved you but I guess people grow apart."

I took a couple steps towards him, a sudden feeling of anger rising through me.

"You've already gotten over me? What bout when you begged me not to end it? You told me we wouldn't grow apart. You told me that we could change." Tears filled my eyes as I spoke.

"Just get over it Mary. It's over."

I stared at him in disbelief before I exploded.

"Take those fucking god forsaken sunglasses off when you speak to me Justin Drew Bieber! I can tolerate everything but your huge ego inflated head."

I never screamed. I never swore. And I've never told Justin that his ego was large. I've always thought of him as a grounded, down to earth kid from Stradford, Ontario. The boy I grew up and eventually fell in love with.

Now I stood before someone entirely different. Something had changed and I could help but feel like apart of myself had changed too.

Justin slowly pulled his sunglasses off revealing his hazel eyes to me. They didn't look like the same familiar ones that I had once fallen for. The same ones that got me staring for hours. No these ones looked alien to me. They weren't filled with the same love Justin used to show.

"Happy? Now you can see my fucking eyes. Does it make a difference anyways?" He spat. I flinched away before falling onto the opposite couch.

"Yes, your eyes always made a difference." I muttered hoping he didn't hear. By the way his eyes shot up defiantly told me he heard.

"I hope you're satisfied by the way. I guess I proved you wrong; we were never meant to be."

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