Your point of view
Justin and I were laying on the couch watching the tv, he was flipping through the channels, I stopped him when I saw Empire.
"EMPIRE!" I squealed, omg I love this show, Justin chuckled at me.
"What?" I asked him, with a raised eyebrow. He just shrugged. I didn't pay attention to him, my eyes was glued to the tv, Hakeem was on the screen.
"Hakeem!!"
"Oh my gosh, he is so fucking perfect look at him Justin!" I said while pushing his arm a little.
"Yeah yeah." He said annoyed.
"Oh my gosh, he is shirtless." I pushed him more. I think I was drooling over him, I mean Hakeem is just damn. I was still looking at the tv when someone turn off the tv.
"Okay, no more tv for you." He said annoyed.
"But why? I was looking at it." I said whining like a child.
"Because you kept pushing me and saying "look it's Hakeem, he is so perfect" and all that shit." He said with a high pitch voice to mock me.
"I don't sound like that." I said with a low deep voice. He chuckled.
"Are you jealous?" I said pinching his cheek.
"No." He said quickly trying to hide his blush.
"Aww my baby is blushing, you don't have to be jealous, it's just a celebrity crush." I said stroking his hand with my thumb.
"I am yours Justin." I said wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Mine?" He said like a little child.
"Yours baby." I said kissing him slowly.
"Now can you turn it on?" He nodded and turned it on.
"Thank you." I said kissing his cheek.
"Damn this girl is looking fine af." He said while looking at the tv.
"Okay enough tv!" I said while turning it off earning a chuckle from Justin.
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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