Justin Bieber Imagines

My Student's Father

J/d/n:justin daughter's names

(Y/N)'s POV

"Um, sweety. Do you know, where is your daddy?", I ask (j/d/n), who already had been sitting here, in this class, waiting for her father. It's already 4,30 Pm, when naturally, the students should be went home by 2 pm.what a jerk, he can be a mega popstars, but he has no right to not give a fuck of his own daughter. Why can't he just sent one of his crew or something to pick her from school.

"Um I don't know, Ms.(Y/N) , Daddy said he will pick me up exactly when the last bell rings. But,...I guess, da-daddy forgot. ", (j/d/n) sounds shaking.I immediately feel bad for her, she's only six, but her life is terrible, according her story to me ofcourse . I tried to call 'justin'  number from the parents files like thousand times but no one pick up.

Being a daughter of the Justin Bieber, is seems pretty complicated to me, I guess. She told me, that she never met her mommy, but she always wants one, and her jerk as a daddy is never around to play or teach her sings. (J/d/n) is a really beautiful girl, but unfortunately her life is not as beautiful as her face.

After a half more hour of waiting. (J /d/n) seems sleepy, according of her constant yawn and stretch, she looks tired.so I gesturing her to come to me, she just nods and walking while rubbing her eyes slowly. When she is  on my reach, I pick her and sit her on my lap, and rest her head on my chest. Humming some sleep song, I start running my hand up and down, her back. Her tiny hands wrap my waist and immediately sleeping.

As (j/d/n) sleeping, I keep working and check my students work, half good, half bad.but (j/d/n) is one of the smartest student in the class.

I keep working until (j/d/n) is tightening her grip on my waist and start whining in her sleep. Bad dream I assume.

"Mommy! Please! Don't leave me! Please, mommy!!", now my t shirt is pretty wet because of her tears. "Sssh,it's okay, everything is gonna be okay, sweety, sssh", somehow my words calm her down and let her fall back to sleep calmly. I look down at her, her tears wetting her chubby pink cheeks. Poor (j/d/n)...

5:30.... Nothing

5:45.... Still nothing

6:00.... I lost it...

I stand up with (j/d/n) on my hip,her head on my shoulder, and her hand hold my neck. Walk to her seat, I pick her bag and walk outside the building, to my car.I -of-course- can't leave her here, but I'm not gonna lie that I'm not tired, because I surely am.

I keep walking to the parking lot to the direction of my car parked. I put (j/d/n)'s stuff on the front seat and when I open the driver seat , someone shout behind me, I turn around and see...

There is it...Mr.Justin Fucking Bieber, an arrogant Pop Star, who doesn't remember of his own daughter, Great!

"Hey! Who are you?! Where are you want to take my daughter?!", he shout rudely even though he already stand in front of me,  I rolling my eyes on his 'my'  word.

"oh, now Mr.superstar remember that he has a daughter. Do you lost your memory in this past 4 hours?", I say with attitude, But not give him a chance to answer, I continue.

"I'm (y/n) , I am your daughter's teacher, I'm the one who took care of your beloved daughter when you can't pick your daughter for his past 4 hours."

He lift his eyebrow,"You, are a teachers? ", he ask with smirk, God know how much I want to slap that smirk outta his face."Yes, I'm a teachers, And you're a singer.But are you sure that You, are a father? ", I shot back."Don't you dare doubt my ability for being a father! ", he put his finger in front of my face, angers raising on his tone. "Then Don't you dare doubt my ability for being a teachers, sir!", I'm doing the same thing to him.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Now hand me my daughter back, I'm tired", he sigh.I loosening (j/d/n)'s grip on my neck, but she won't let go.

"no mom,"she whines. I look at justin and he give me the same look."sweety, "

justin cooing near her eyes, so his face is so close to mine, for the beginning his stares is somewhere else, but after a few seconds, his eyes suddenly meet mine and for some weird reasons I also doing the same. I immediatelly can see the tiredness and sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry of my words to you earlier", I whisper. "It's okay", he gives me a small smile. I try to loosening again (j/d/n), but she won't let go.

"(Y/d/n), it's daddy here", he cooing again. (J/d/n)'s eyes suddenly open and 'literally' jump to justin's arms."daddy, where were you?", she said on the edge of cry. "Daddy lost track of time on the studio honey"he answer. "Let's go home, sweety, daddy tired and daddy know that you're tired also.", justin kiss her temple. (J/d/n) , just nodding.

"Thank you", justin say before walking to 'I assume' his car on the other side of parking lot.

When justin turn around, practically (j/d/n) is facing me, she send me a little smile that making me smile also, then waving my hands.

I get in the car and drive....

(Justin's POV)

" Dad,where is my backpack?",my daughter ask as looking around. "Oh, I don't know,maybe your teacher keep it for you", I answer, (j/d/n) nods as i smirking a little, it could be a chance for me to get to know (y/n) more.

"Ms. (Y/n) is pretty, right dad?", she ask me again as I start drive."you're not tired anymore, sweet pea?", I look at her."not anymore, I had slept for past 2 hours, I guess. When I wait for  you.", she smile, doesn't realise her words kinda hit me hard."daddy is sorry", "I'm not mad at you dad. With Ms. (Y/n) is not a bad things after all", her smiling wide."what do you mean?", I cocked my eyebrows.

"I want her as my mommy", she grins.

Me too .

"Maybe"I say and continue driving.

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Hey there everyone. I kinda don't know where it will go but this currently stuck inside of my head and I just have to write it.So, here is it.

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