Justin Bieber Imagines

New Beginnings - 33

I have spent the entirety of my teen and young adult years wanting to write and wanting to have others enjoy what I write about. Without truly realizing that I had/have people that enjoy what I would write, with that being said... This will be the last imagine posted.
The last couple years I've spent time bettering myself, looking at what I did with my life and the choices I've made, every time coming back to the fact that I would like to write a great book. Honestly, I haven't kept up with Justin, Ariana, Demi, Selena, or anybody really. I guess that day did come for me like all of our parents told us it would. My bedroom walls were cleared off years ago, I went off to college and found people I thought I could call friends, I got betrayed and I basically disappeared from everyone's life. I thought I'd found the love of my life and then was left behind and have since found the love of my life - or who I assume to be the love of my life.
So this very page, this long description, this is my farewell to the world of y/n imagines and fandom writing... or at least for musicians.
As a final goodbye and a message of good faith, I present to you, the final installment of KelseyHooper's Justin Bieber Imagines.

I had waited for this moment since I was a child, the long white dress, the curls in my hair with the sapphire blue comb like the one Bella Swan's mother gives her in Twilight. I had always dreamed of the day I would say my "I do's" and to him at that. My hands trembled separating the curls to either side of my head, letting them all fall in the front.

"y/n, are you guys doing a first look before the wedding?" mom asked, as she poked her head into my private room.

I looked over my shoulder at her, brushing the nonexistent dust off the lap of the dress before standing. I had hoped that my standing was responsive enough as I didn't trust my voice to carry as far as the door regardless of the room being small.

With one last quick look, I followed her out of the room knowing the crowd of bridesmaids and groomsmen would be there. Traditionally first looks were made in my family by surrounding the bride by the groomsmen and the groom by the bridesmaids and having them join into a larger circle for a sense of union. I was one for traditions.

I'd spent my entire life dreaming of the moment that I'd be able to continue this tradition with Justin. Slowly the groomsmen crowded around me in a small circle big enough to not step on my dress.

"Are you excited y/n" Jeremy asked, taking his place preparing to lead the pack in Justin's direction.

"I've waited for this moment" you whisper at him, smiling harder than you already were. He grips your arms tightly as if to say 'you got this kiddo' and turned back around.

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It took a while for Justin and the bridesmaids to figure out how he wouldn't step on their dresses, but the time had finally come, where you would both be able to see each other for the last time, before being declared husband and wife.

"Okay everyone, we have to work as a cohesive team if we want this to work properly" my mom said from the other side of the room. With a single deep breathe, both groups started moving forward towards one another. With every step I took towards him I just got more and more excited to start the rest of my life. Then, it was finally the moment...

I reached my hand through the groomsmen and through the bridesmaids and felt his hand grab mine, and slowly they both began to move aside.

His royal blue tuxedo was the first thing I saw, right down to the shiny black loafers. "Of all the shoes, you choose the ones I hate" I laugh, taking a step closer to him. A small laugh slipped between his lips, "My love, you had the chance to pick the shoes and you said you trusted my judgement." He spun me around, causing the ends of my dress to balloon in an elegant twirl.

"You on the other hand, look fantastic, maybe I should have insisted that you pick the shoes" I took his other hand and smiled wider, "The shoes make the look, I'm just kind of made that I wasn't the one that picked them."

"So, are you ready to become Mrs. (y/n) Bieber?" Justin asked after planting a kiss on my cheek.

"I've been ready since the first day we met, Mr. Bieber"