Justin Bieber Imagines

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I woke to the feeling of Justin getting out of bed really fast. I sat up and noticed he was having his hand in front of his mouth. My eyes got wide and I hurried to get out of bed to go help him. As I made it to the bathroom, Justin was already on his knees with his face practically buried in the toilet; I sat down beside him and caressed him on his back.

He continued to puke for another minute or so, and then he sighed and sat down against the wall beside him.

"How are you feeling baby?" I asked him as I sat down beside him. Justin sighed and closed his eyes.

"Like shit!" he whined, I nodded my head, and then I pecked his cheek and got up. I walked over to the sink and found the glass we always had out here, and then I filled it with water and made my way over to Justin again. I handed him the water, and he swallowed it.

"Ugh" he groaned, then he handed me the glass and rested his head against the wall again. I placed the glass on the sink again, and then I helped Justin up from the ground and made him brush his teeth's.

"My throat is sore baby" Justin said, his voice was really hoarse. I nodded my head, and then I helped him into the bedroom and helped him lay down on the bed again.

I pulled the covers over his body, and then I kissed the top of his head. His forehead was practically burning, so I went back out to the bathroom and found the thermometer to gauge if he had a fever.  I went back into the bedroom and stuck the thermometer into his mouth. Justin gently smiled, and then he closed his eyes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for the test to beep. 30 seconds if beeped, so I took it out and looked at it.

"104°F" I whispered to myself. I looked down at Justin, who had heard what I said.

"DO I have a fever?" he asked me, I nodded my head and pecked his cheek.

"You do baby" I told him, then I stood up and went into the bathroom again, I washed the thermometer and placed it back onto its place. Then I went out of the room and checked my phone before making my way downstairs. It was 4.23am, and I had work at 7am. I quietly groaned, but I wanted Justin to feel better, so I went into the kitchen and started making chicken soup, Justin loved my chicken soup, so to make him a little happy I decided to make it.

After a good 30 minutes I finished the soup. I found a bowl and a small piece of bread, and then I poured the soup into the bowl and made my way upstairs again.

When I made it into the bedroom, I noticed Justin was lying on his stomach with his one hand on his forehead. He had his eyes closed, but as he heard me he opened them.

"I made you some soup baby, your favorite" I quietly said, Justin gently smiled, and then carefully he turned himself around so he could sit up.

"Thank you baby, you're the best," he quietly said, as he sat up he started coughing like crazy. I gently pouted and placed the tray with the soup on my side of the bed, then I made my way over to Justin and helped him up. I placed a pillow behind his back, then I kissed his cheek and handed him the soup.

"Why can't I get a kiss on the lips?" Justin asked me as he grabbed the spoon that was filled with soup.

"Because I don't want to be sick baby" I told him, I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him eat, I know it sound creepy, but I just wanted to make sure he was okay!

"Thank you for helping me baby" Justin said, I smiled and nodded my head.

"You're welcome, that's the least thing I could do!" I told him with a smile; Justin smiled too and continued to eat.