Justin Bieber Imagines

Bad Boy.

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2013
i can't believe this. justin and his stupid ass friends got arrested. doing what, you ask?

street racing ferraris.

fucking street racing. and ferraris? ryan and za don't even own ferraris. why the hell is justin letting them drive his ferraris at over 100 miles an hour?

i shouldn't have answered his phone call from the station, let alone pick up his bail. but here i am, driving down to LAPD, to pick up my dumbass boyfriend and his dumbass friends.

i yanked the station's door open, walking up to the front desk. "hi, how may i help you?" the lady at behind the desk asked kindly.

"i'm here to bail out justin bieber, ryan butler, and xavier smith." i said in a bitter-like tone.

"alright, that'll come to.... $500,000.64."

"lord, justin. sucking our bank account dry." i muttered as i angrily wrote a check. i signed my name before tearing the paper from my checkbook and handed it to the lady. "here ya go."

"thank you! they'll be out in a moment." she smiled.

i sat at the waiting area for about 15 minutes before they appeared, justin coming into my view last. i got up and folded my arms at the three of them. "boys, your über's outside." i told ryan and xavier. they mumbled "thank you" and walked out the door. justin tried to follow but i grabbed him by his arm. "stop. what in the hell were you thinking?"

"what do you mean?" he replied dumbly.

"justin, don't piss me off. what were you doing racing your $200,000 car on the freeway? and you let za and ryan drive your other two! what is-"

"ugh," he groaned. "shut up already."

"oh, really? fine. you can catch a ride home. and by the way, you've got your parents to answer to."

i left the station and drove home.

**

i settled myself in bed when justin came home about two hours after i did. he went into the bathroom and showered, before coming back with a towel hung low on his waist. i turned over and tried not to stare at his chest and abs as he got dressed. he walked around to his side and the bed dipped, him getting in. i turned over again.
"y/n," he tried to wrap his arm around my waist and i quickly pulled it off me. "seriously? you can't be mad."

"oh i can't?" i retorted angrily. "fine then. you can call scooter to take $500,000 out of his bank account to bail you out on your stupid decisions."

"it's not even your problem so i don't get-"

i turned over with my eyes narrowed. "don't finish that sentence. i care because you're my boyfriend, and something could've happened to you while you raced those cars out there. you could've easily crashed."

"but i didn't, so calm down."

i sat up. "no! i'm not calming down. you need to calm down. all you're doing is ruining your career. you're making people not look at you like the man i know you are, but instead look at you like an immature, childish jerk."

"i'm not ruining my career. it's not that serious."

"oh, it isn't?" i nodded my head and grabbed my pillow. "selena was right. you're on a negative path, and one day you're not gonna have a fanbase or friends to fall back on. you brought this on yourself."

"she's a fucking whore." he muttered making my eyes go wide.

i hit him upside his head. "i don't like her either, but one thing you won't do is call her out of her name. that's disrespectful."

"ask me if i care."

"oh, i don't need to. i already know you don't and that's fine, but you'll care what she and i both say when you wake up one morning and not see my stuff here."

"so you're gonna punk out on me and leave? you said we were in this together."

"we were. but apparently, your mindset changed. all you care about is... i'm not even sure. but i know that it's much more important to you than the plans we had together."

"fuck you." he scoffed. "i can do this on my own. i don't need you or anyone else."

"aight, fine." i got out of the bed, put on some sweatpants and grabbed my duffel bag from under the bed. opening my drawers, i pulled out tops, pants, and underwear before throwing them all into the bag. i went in the closet and grabbed my Balmain jacket and walked towards the door, but i stopped. "you'll learn eventually that this," i motioned toward the extravagant mansion, "can disappear within a split second. and when that happens, i won't be there to bail you out like i did today."

and i left, leaving him in the dark and dumbfounded.

**
2015, six months before Purpose is released..
(justin's pov)

i knocked on the door worriedly. she wouldn't even let me in. "i'll get it, pattie!" a voice on the other side of the door said happily.

oh no. she can't be here. before i could turn and sprint to my car, y/n stood before me.  "uh-i'll just come back another time." i mumbled before turning around and walking into the warm summer air.

"justin, wait." she spoke. and something in me clicked. something in me said to listen to her. so i turned around. "she's your mom, not mine." she chuckled. "i was just helping her out around the house. i'm sure she'd like your company. i was just leaving anyway."

"are you sure?" i asked.

"mhm." she smiled. there was that warm feeling i used to get everytime i saw her. "you look well."

"you do too." and boy, did she.

"well, i'll get going."

"oh! um, do you want to- uh, possibly go and grab a coffee later?" i asked nervously.

"sure! just.. give me a call."

"same number?"

"yep."

before i walked into the house, i turned over and got a good look at her from behind.

she's been doing some serious squats.
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