Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

He's The Boss (pt.3)

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“You want me to marry you?” You asked, eyes bulging out of your head.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much why I’m kneeling in front of you,” He rolled his eyes and cracked a smile, obviously thinking you were joking.

Instead of replying, you took the trusty back of your hand, and hit him upside of the head with it.

“Are you out of your motherfucking mind?” You yelled, “Your divorce papers haven’t even started being processed and you’re proposing to me?”

“Y/n, please just say yes,” Justin begged, looking up at you pleadingly. “I love you so much and I want you to be my wife.”

“Nigga you got me all the way fucked up! What do I look like to you? Some homewrecker?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He was now standing, pacing the room angrily.

“Answer it, I dare you!” You threatened, “Justin you can’t just divorce your pregnant wife for me thinking that I’ll be alright with it! What we did was wrong on so many levels, and this is even worse!”

“Tell me you don’t love me.” Justin turned to you, hands strung in his hair and tears collecting in his eyes. “That’s all you have to tell me and I will never bother you ever again.”

Your heart broke in your chest because you knew you had fallen in love with him too, but you couldn’t tell him that. You had already been selfish by sleeping with him, but to marry him when he wasn’t even fully divorced was on a completely different level.

You sighed, “Justin, you know I can’t tell you that.”

“Tell me what? That you don’t love me?” He scoffed, “Just come out and say it–I promise it won’t hurt as much as you rejecting me.”

“Justin, I do love you and that’s the problem.” You plopped yourself down on the couch and leaned back. “I love you so much it hurts.”

“Then marry me.” He came and kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your hands in his. “Everything would eventually be alright baby.”

“No Justin, it won’t,” You replied, tears collecting in your eyes, “You have 3 beautiful children and one on the way. How could this ever work?”

“Every family is dysfunctional in their own way,” He pointed out, “We’d just be extra dysfunctional.”

You laughed dryly and felt a tear slip out your eye. “Justin, we can’t. Well, at least not now.”

“I will wait as long as it takes you,” He muttered, “As long as you just don’t straight out tell me no.”

“Promise me something,” You whispered.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll go home and spend time with your family.”

He nodded and you searched his eyes for any sign of a lie, but gave a half-smile when you didn’t find one. He smiled back and stood up the same time a pounding knock came from your front door.

“Did Kelly know you were coming over here?” You questioned, jumping out of your seat.

“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Justin hissed, slowly approaching the door.

“Go open it!” You whisper-yelled at him.

“Why me?” He shrieked silently, “This is your house!”

“You know what? Fuck you and fuck your first born child!”

“That’s not very nice!” He stated as another knock sounded against the door.

“Who is it?” You called out in a fake voice.

“Police!”

“Police?” You responded, about to have a heart attack.

Had you done anything illegal?

Had you taken any drugs?

Did you have weed growing in your backyard without your knowledge?

What the hell did the police need?!

“Did you call the police?” You turned to Justin, eyes narrowed.

“Ma’am, we’re not here for you.” They called out, “We’re just looking for Justin Bieber.”

“What the fuck did you do?” You yelled at Justin, approaching the door.

“Good afternoon ma’am, we apologize for interrupting your evening but is Justin Bieber here?” A lady in a pantsuit asked as she held out her badge, showing you they really were police.

“How may I help you?” Justin asked defensively from behind you.

“May we come in?” They asked in soft voices, immediately letting you know something was wrong.

“Yeah, um sure.” You replied, stepping out the doorway.

The male officer gave you a sad smile as they walked past you, and you suddenly felt very uncomfortable as you closed the door.

“Mr. Bieber, I think you need to take a seat.”

“For what? I haven’t done anything wrong.” Justin said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Please, sir, just sit down.” The female officer was practically begging, yet Justin still stood defiantly.

“Justin, just sit down.” You pleaded and watched him slowly sit down.

“What is this about officers?”

“Mr. Bieber, what we are about to tell you is not going to be the easiest thing to hear.” The man said, interlocked his hands behind him.

“Just tell me already,” Justin insisted.

“Mr. Bieber, half an hour ago, your wife locked herself along with your three children into the garage. They all got in the car and she turned it on, but never opened the garage.”

“What are you saying?”

“All four were pronounced dead when police arrived.”

Your hands flew up to your mouth in horror at the words that just were said.

“Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of sick joke?” Justin smiled humorlessly as he looked between the two officers.

“We’re sorry for your losses.”

“You’re lying!” Justin laughed, “You can turn off the cameras and come out now guys!”

“J-Justin…” You choked out.

He turned to you, tears streaming down his face. “This is a joke, right y/n?”

You shook your head slowly and allowed the tears to fall. How could she have done that to herself? To her kids?

Justin’s body shook with a loud sob and he slid down farther in the chair.

“Why?” He repeated over and over.

Justin grabbed the vase off of your coffee table and chucked it all the wall. After that, he picked up the whole coffee table and slammed it against the floor.

“Hey!” The male police officer yelled and pushed Justin up against the wall. “Hey, calm down!”

“My family!” Justin cried out, sliding down the wall.

At that moment you knew you had never seen anyone as broken as Justin was right then.