Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

You're Sick

You sniffled and wiped your nose as you continued to eat the dry cereal.

You had gone to a carnival two nights ago and forgot to bring a jacket or an umbrella. And, of course because your luck was just amazing, temperatures dropped dangerously low and on top of that, it poured. And now, you were as sick as a dog.

You sneezed into the crook of your elbow and let out a heavy breath from your mouth. You laid back on the couch and cranked up the volume of the television.

“Y/N!” Justin yelled. He slammed the door as he walked in the house. You cringed and your hands flew up to your already pounding headache. You heard him walk in the room and drop a bunch of stuff of the kitchen counter.

“Stop making so much noise you asshole.” You mumbled but you were sure he heard you when he let out a hearty laugh.

“I’m guessing you still don't feel better.” He came and stood in front of the tv with a smile.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner.” You sniffled and extended your foot from under the cover to kick him. “Move from in front of the tv.”

“No can do, babe.” He leaned down to kiss you but you shoved his chest.

“What are you doing?” You turned on your other side. “I’m sick you asswipe.”

“I don’t care.” He laughed and turned you back over. He attacked your lips harshly but it didn't feel touch because his lips were so soft and inviting.

Completely forgetting you were sick, you wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down on you. You felt him smile into the kiss as he propped himself up on his arms so he wouldn't crush you.

“I thought you said you were sick.” He broke the kiss with a laugh and stood up. You whimpered slightly at the loss of contact but he really didn't seem to care.

“Come back,” You pouted.

Justin laughed again. Even though you loved his life, him laughing at your misery was not acceptable.

You frowned when he came back and stuck something in the tv, removing the Kardashian’s faces from the screen.

“Kendall’s my friend, but you sitting here and watching their show all day isn't going to help you.” Justin walked to the couch, lifted your legs up and sat down with them on his lap. He grabbed the remote, pressed play, and the title of your favorite movie popped up on the screen.

You turned to Justin in surprise; you knew how much he hated this movie but he still rented it for you.

“Stop staring at me you creep,” Justin smiled. You smiled back and settled back in the couch.

Half an hour later, you and Justin had changed positions. You were still lying in the same position, except Justin had moved so he was lying behind you with his arm draped tightly around your waist.

Soon after that, you both fell asleep, laying snuggled in each other's arms.

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I’m sorry u haven't updated in forever. I've had so many exams this week (probably failed the majority of em but eh) and I was so busy.

 

Oh & from the about me, I'm in high school but I'm 13 so bravo to those of you who got it correct :)