Justin Bieber Imagines

We broke the bed.

A/N: Very short imagine.

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Justin's POV:

I lazily opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the new found light in the room. Looking down, I saw my beautiful girlfriend Zoella. Even sleeping she was beautiful. She was lying on my chest, one arm wrapped around my torso.

I wondered why we were both huddled right up on one side of the bed, then I remembered. Shit.

We broke the bed.

I don't even know how it broke? We were just, you know..and then it snapped. How the fuck am I going to explain this one to mum?

I gently shifted underneath Zoe, planning to go make some breakfast. She was still fast asleep. I grabbed some boxers and threw them on, not exactly wanting to bump into mum naked.

As I walked out the door, there was mum walking along the landing with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

"Morning Justin." She smiled.

"Hey mum, Umm. I sort of well.." I began.

"Yes Justin?" She looked a little confused.

"I broke my bed." I admitted, biting down on my lip, not sure what to do.

"How exactly did you break your bed?!" She laughed, sounding a little serious.

"Well.." I was cut off by the door opening. Zoella.

She had on an one of my tops that was just above knee length on her. I loved it when she wore my clothes.

"Let me guess, Zoe and you were 'cuddling'." She quoted smirking.

We both looked down and blushed.