Justin Bieber - Cute Imagines

✨DREAM✨

(Let's pretend that Justin is not married and also that Corona is almost finished, they will be having limited seats and rest can watch the concert live)

"Mom!! Justin's New Years Eve Concert is on New year's Eve. Can I get ticket for that? Pleeeaassee?" I begged mom while she was already busy with her phone.

"No"

"Mom! Please! You know how much I love him. Right? I wanna meet Justin. Please mom?!" I begged.

"Am sorry. But you failed your half yearly. Right?"

I nodded my head looking at the door.

"But mom, I promise. If you let me go there and watch the concert, I am gonna top the class. Please mom?"

"No means No. YOU ARE NOT GOING!" Mom said trying hard not to tell badly.

Just then, dad enters.

"Dad! Please ask mom to let me go to Justin's concert. She won't allow." I asked walking over to dad, making puppy eyes.

"Honey, she is right. You can't go." Dad said.

"Dad! But why?"

"Because, you don't study. Al the time you are talking about Beiber. And in future, he won't be there for you. You need to study."

"THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!" I said loudly and went to my room.

"Dixie, why won't they let me go? It just about 250 dollars or so. Dad has so much money!" I said to my sister who was on her laptop.

"Y/N, it's not about money. They worry for you. And to be honest, you need to stop this obsession over Justin. This is all useless." She said sitting next to me.

"Useless? But even you fangirl over Harry Styles. Don't you? They never stop you for anything."

"I don't obsess like you."

"I am supportive for him not obsessive!" I yelled.

"Whatever" she said rolling her eyes and went to her room.

I turned on 'Lonely' by Justin Bieber. I fell asleep listening his angelic voice.

30 minutes later~ 

There was a knock in the door.
"Y/N?" I heard mom say.
"Yeah?" I replied lazily.
Then, mom and dad came in my room and sat on the bed while I was laying on my stomach, head between the pillows.

"Hey princess." Dad said.
"Don't you Hey Princess me!!" I yelled. It was so rude.
"Y/N, we were here to let you know that you can have tickets! And you are yelling at your parents? Very bad."
I quickly sat up.
"I am sorry dad. I am sorry mom."
"This is bad y/n. You need to learn to behave. You are growing. And is this how you are gonna react when you meet Bieber?" Dad said smiling. "Wait, what!!?? I am going to the concert??? Yayyyy!!!!!" I cheered. "You WERE! Not anymore." Mom said standing up. "Alright." I said letting tears form in eyes. "Honey, I am just kidding. You are going." Mom said wiping tears with thumb that were already flowing all over my face. "Are you sure you're not joking this time?" I asked calming down. She nodded and I hugged her. "OH SHIT!" Dad shouted. "Y/F/N! (Your father's name) Watch you language." Mom said to dad. "Oh am sorry." Dad said.