Justin Bieber Imagines | Book 1

25 - Protectiveness & Threats

25 - Protectiveness & Threats

Laughing, kissing, smiling and having fun was the perfect description of Justin and I's day. We were happy and not having a care in the world just for today. We were touchy, kissing and laughing all the time, not once did our smiles falter. I was happy because Justin was happy, he was happy because I was happy, hopefully.

"Look at your face!" I laughed as I pointed to the photo from our roller coaster ride. His hair was in every direction, his mouth open in a scream as his eyes were closed. He looked scared, I was laughing so hard.

"It's not funny, Y/N," he whined and pouted. I giggled and leaned up, pecking his lips before smiling up at him as innocent as possible. Knowing Justin, he gave in and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we continued to walk through the park.

We had decided to go to Disneyland today, just acting like kids for a whole day was just what we needed. I loved seeing Justin's playful side, it made him look so much younger when he smiled and laughed.

"Hey, I'm just gonna go to the toilets. Wait here?" He asked as we stopped by a bench.

Nodding, I pecked his lips, "okay." And with that he left to the toilets a few hundred meters away as I sat down on the bench. I looked through the pictures we had gotten taken throughout the day. My favorite was the one from the photo booth. On the first out of four pictures, Justin was kissing my cheek. In the second, I was squeezing his cheeks together as he made a duck face, in the third Justin was squeezing my cheeks and kissing my lips in the meanwhile. In the last one, we both kissed, my hand on his cheek as we both smiled into the kiss.

"Is it weird that I think it's sad to find such a pretty like you sitting here alone?" A male voice asked. I looked up and saw a very good-looking man looking down at me as he stood before me. I smiled politely at him before standing to my feet.

"Actually, I was waiting for my boyfriend," I said and pointed to the toilets, "he'll be back in a few minutes."

The stranger chuckled and walked closer, "I'm Chase," he said an extended his hand.

"Y/N," I said and shook his hand.

"Y/N? What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," Chase said, keeping his grip on my hand as he brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it.

I quickly pulled it away from him, glaring at him. "What part of 'I'm waiting for my boyfriend' didn't you understand?" I asked, my eyes furrowed.

"The fact that he actually are letting you wait, a guy shouldn't leave a girl behind."

I scoffed, "he went to the toilets. How is that leaving me behind? Should I have gone with him in there?"

"HEY!" A voice bellowed from a distance. Both Chases and I's heads turn to see Justin furiously walking towards us, a scowl on his face. "Why are you standing there and kissing my girlfriends hand?"

"Oh, you must be the boyfriend leaving his girlfriend behind? Nice to meet you, I'm Chase," Chase said and reached out his hand to Justin.

Being his protective self, Justin looked at Chases hand with a disgusted face before looking back up at him. "If you flirt with my girlfriend again, I'll make sure you can't talk again," he threatened with a low husky voice.

I was so intimidated by him, I wonder if it was only me because it sure felt like it. Chases hands was raised in surrender as he laughed lightly, "relax man, I'll go. Just drop the badass attitude with me, would you?"

"Fuck off," Justin hissed, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him protectively. I rested my head on his shoulder as my arms went around his torso as well. Chase nodded and turned before walking away, towards a group of friends I guess.

Before I could react, Justin pulled me with him away. He walked with a furious pace, making me stumble slightly over my own feet as the clumsy person I am. "Justin..." He didn't stop as I called his name. "Justin!" I snapped and stopped walking, he looked back at me.

"What?"

"Would you stop pulling on me? I'm almost falling," I said and pulled my wrist from his hand.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to hit him so bad and I knew I couldn't. I just needed to get away from him," he said and stepped closer. I smiled softly at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and pulling me closer if possible.

"It's okay," I said and pecked his lips softly three times, my forehead resting on his, "love you?"

"Love you."