Justin Bieber interracial Imagines

°the baby°

"Justin?" You softly called, sitting next to him on the couch

"Yea, baby?" His attention still maintained on the TV screen.

"I was wondering, how would you feel about a baby?" You asked looking down at your fingers

"Well, I don't know...I'm only twenty and your nineteen..." Justin finally looked at you

"So that's a no?" You clenched your jaw trying to hold your tears back

Justin didn't answer, so you took that as your answer. See, what he didn't know was, that you were pregnant. You decided that you were going to ask him before telling him, well because you knew that he'd leave you. The only thing you could think of, was leaving him so he didn't have to worry. You didn't want to ruin his career, he'd hate you.

You quietly began to pack your clothes away in a suitcase, tears slipping onto them. Justin meant the world to you and you didn't want to do this, but you had no choice. You picked up your suitcase, quietly rolling it to a guestroom and hiding it there. You hurried back to the room you and justin shared, changing into some shorts and a sports bra. You climbed in bed, letting tears slide down your face.

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Your eyes opened, looking to your left, you'd seen justin. He had his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. You looked to your right at the clock.

3:15

Maybe it'd be good if you left now and not have to face him in the morning. You gently raised Justin's hand off of you and stepped out of bed. Putting on your vans and going to get your suitcase, you grabbed your phone and your keys. You shoved your suitcase into your trunk and closed it. You got into the drivers seat, backing out of the driveway and leaving.

Justin's POV

I woke up to an empty bed, I swear y/n was just here. I looked at the clock on my bedside.

9:26

Y/n usually doesn't wake up until 10:30-11:00. Where could she be? I got up and walked downstairs looming for her.

"Y/n" I called out

I didn't get any answer, nor did I feel her presence. I hurried back upstairs and grabbed my phone, tapping on her contact. It just went straight to voicemail. What the hell is going on.

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This is just the first imagine, nine more left...do you guys want a part two, if so comment

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