Your Point Of View
Looking at myself through the mirror, why am I so fat? Why am I so ugly? Ugh I hate myself, how can Justin even like me.
"Babe are you ready to go?" Justin asked me, through the door.
"Euhm, I'm sorry Justin, i...I just don't feel well." I said opening the door to see Justin standing next to the door in a black suit. Today we had to go to one of his nomination.
"Babe, you know I wanted you to come, please I need you." He said looking at me directly in the eyes and pouting.
"I'm sorry, Justin." I said looking down.
"Okay baby, tell me what's going on." He said lifting my chin up with his fingers and stroking my cheek.
"I just don't feel well."
"Babe, I know when you are lying so now tell me."
"I...I just feel like I don't deserve you Justin, you are perfect, with no flaws, and I don't understand why you are with me like how? They are so many girls outta there, so fucking much prettier than me but you choose me." I said looking down.
"Y/N look at me, I love you and only you, you are perfect, you are the most beautiful girl in the world, you are the only one who can make me smile, who can make me strong. Baby you are my present and my future, so please stop saying those things because it hurts me seeing you hurt."
"I love you Justin Drew Bieber."
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Justin Bieber - Imagines
FanfictionHello readers, You'll find in this book imagines about Justin Bieber with different topics (sad, happy, breakup, fight...). Hope you like it <3
