Justin Bieber Imagines

She Don't Like the Lights - Part 3

Imagine for Adriana: Part 3:

You knew you dialed the number right. You double checked and checked. He must’ve changed his number...

Now you needed Justin so badly, you wanted him lying next to you cuddling and watching sad movies. You wanted him to lightly stroke your cheeks and joke with you and you just wanted him there so badly. Yet you had absolutely no idea how to get a hold of him.

You started crying more, not knowing what to do. You were never going to get him back now. You completely lost your chance with him 3 months ago when you dumbed him like the dumb bitch you are.

You cried and cried until you fell asleep on your couch. You dreamed that Justin was back, holding you. You dreamed that you never broke up and everything was just perfect.

You must’ve been sleeping for over an hour when you heard a light knock on the door that woke you up. You dragged yourself off the couch and too the door, feeling groggy.

“Who is it.?” You asked with your eyes closed as you opened the door. You were still kind of half asleep, and all you really wanted was to go back to sleep and dream of Justin more.

Suddenly you heard a familiar snort that made you flutter your eyes open. Your mouth dropped so wide and you didn’t know how to close it. You looked at the man in front of your eyes and your heart almost jumped out of your chest from excitement.

“JUSTIN!” you squeaked, throwing yourself into him. You know he didn’t expect that response out of you, because you both fell to the grass. “Justin, Justin, Justin, JUSTIN!!” you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, and secretly pinched your arm over and over, just to make sure you’re not dreaming. And you aren’t. This was so real.

“I expected a ‘wtf do you want” he laughed. “Not this.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as you both laid there on the ground. You never wanted to leave his arms; you wanted to stay right there forever.

“Hey Adri,” he whispered into your messy bun. He played with a few loose strands of your hair as he said, “I missed you.”

You just about jumped out of your own skin. “I know, I know, I KNOW! Damn Justin I missed you, too. I missed you so much, so so much! I watched you on that interview, and Justin I am SO sorry please I just – I am so so so sorry I didn’t know – “ you tried to go on but he pulled you away from his shoulder and pressed his lips firmly against yours. Your fingers wrapped around in his hair as you pulled him so close to you, but no matter how close he was you always wanted him closer. You stayed sitting there kissing each other for what felt like forever until you both realized it was getting dark. Justin carried you inside and set you down on the couch where you laid down next to Justin.

“So...” you started.

“Yeah..?” Justin asked.

“So...so are we good?” You asked worriedly. You wanted him to be yours again, oh so bad.

“Adriana, I’ve been waiting for this for three months.” He bent down and pressed his lips softly against yours before saying, “Were perfect.”

You smiled into the kiss. “Good. I’m so sorry Justin. I love you.”

He kissed you repeatedly then finally responded, “I love you too.”