Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Video Chat (pt.2)

You stepped out the airport and felt the wind hit you in the face. You pushed your hair back as you wheeled your suitcase behind you.

It’s been six months since that horrid video chat with the man who was supposed to love you, Justin.

You used to take it for a joke when people had a break up and claimed they were going through the five stages of grief. You used to say you can’t grieve over somebody who’s not dead, but now you realized it was possible.

Stage 1, Denial

You woke up the next morning after, ready to call Justin. You assumed it was all a dream–Justin could never do anything like that to you!

You called him that whole day and received voicemail every single time then never received a call back. After a week, you realized that it was true and that was it, onto the next stage.

Stage 2, Anger

That son of bitch! How could he do that to you! You thought he loved you! That week, you broke half of the breakable items in the house, lit all his clothes on fire, and punched or kicked uncountable holes in the wall.

Stage 3, Bargaining

How could you not have seen any signs? There must have been some that you were too stupid to pick up on. What would’ve happened if you got them sooner?

Stage 4, Depression

For weeks, you sat isolated in the dark. You didn’t want to see anybody, you didn’t want to hear from anybody. You just sat, thinking. Were you not good enough for him? What would make him want to put you through so much pain? What was it about you that he didn’t like?

Stage 5, Acceptance

After you sulked for almost a month and a half, you realized that a boy shouldn’t define who you were. Yeah, you had some good times with him, but that was before you realized that he was an asshole.

The day after, you took Justin’s lovely gold credit card which he forgot to cancel and went on a shopping spree. You bought clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes. You bought things you didn’t even like just so you could run up the bill. You laughed so hard when you got home because you realized something that made everything so much better.

You were a flawless bitch and any loser that objected was jealous of your super duper flawlessness.

 

What happened to you was as simple as it sounded. You were cheated on, humilated, and heartbroken. But now, you were stronger, fiercer, and healed.

What puzzled you was how you had flown all the way to New York just to see his bitch ass.

You had had a session with a therapist, and she suggested that you go to the source of the problem, so that’s what you were doing.

You decided that to officially get over everything, you were going to have to confront him and ask him the question you’d been asking yourself everyday since that video chat.

Why?

Well you were going to find out today, and your trusty friend you had brought along with you was going to help you do just that.

You flagged down a taxi and shoved your lone suitcase into the back seat. After you stopped at your hotel and got changed into something more appropriate for the situation, you grabbed your trusty friend and made your way back outside.

An hour later, you arrived outside of the hotel Justin was staying at. You went to the front desk, told them your name, and the lady smiled at you before handing over a room key.

You smirked the whole time you walked to the room he was staying in, feeling proud of what was about to happen.

When you found the room, you knocked once lightly and when there was no response, swiped the card then made your way in the room.

“Justin?” You called in a sing-song like voice, “Oh dear Justin.”

Moments later, you saw him emerge from somewhere with a curious expression which soon morphed to surprise, then shock, and then paleness.

“Y-y/n?” He called. He somewhat quinted his eyes and looked at you as if he couldn’t believe it was actually you.

“In the flesh,” You smirked and ran your hand over your hair.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed. You weren’t even taken aback by his anger, it just made your smirk grow wider.

“I’m here to see you, honey.” You tilted your head to the side slightly and batted your eyelashes.

“You need to leave,” He whispered, “Like now.”

“Why?” You scoffed.

He opened his mouth to answer when a high-pitched, groggy sounding voice was heard.

“Justin darling,” She called, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” He lied. He lowered his voice once more as he turned back to you. “Y/n, I’m really sorry about what I did to you, but you’ve really got to go.”

“But I don’t want to leave,” You pouted. When you didn’t move, he reached out and grabbed your arm before starting to pull you towards the door. “Justin, I said I don’t want to leave!” You grabbed your arm out of his grasp and he turned to you angrily.

“I’m not playing games with you, y/n,” He warned.

“I’m not either,” You whispered seductively. You reached your hand up under the short, black dress you were wearing and trailed your hand up to what you wanted.

Justin’s eyes never left yours as you did this.

Well, until you pulled out your gun and held it high in the air.

His eyes widened and jaw dropped in shock. “Listen, y/n,” He breathed out, “It doesn’t have to come to this.” He held his hands up above his head and began slowly stepping backwards.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed, “It’s already come to this.”

You saw Justin’s eyes dart quickly to the room behind you and you gave him a warning look not to run back there.

Sadly, he didn’t heed your warning.

“Terrible mistake.” You shook your head with a small smile.

BANG!

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eh, might not do a part 3