Justin Bieber Imagines

For @toINFINTYandBEYYOND

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Hey Im Iva.I'm 17,I have blue eyes and sun kissed tan.My hair is light brown with a blonde ombré.And I am dating the only

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Justin Drew Bieber!!!!!

OMF right!?!?

But we broke up and I'm about to tell you what happen so sit back and get your headphones...

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The tabloids were screaming at me, throwing themselves at me. They wanted me to pick them up, wanted me to look through their nonsense. I knew that their text were all lies, but something was dragging me. The biggest headline was jumping at me like a hungry tiger. The whole front was covered in a picture that I needed to care about. I had no other choice than to grab it, it was literally begging me. My boyfriend was covering the front. My boyfriend. Justin Bieber. The famous guy. Wohuuu.. no! Well yeah, I loved him but this cover... not so much. He was looking good though, like a blooming flower in the spring. Beautiful like an angel. And the girl next to him with her arms tightly around his neck, beautiful, stunning, skinny everything... that I wasn't.. She wasn't me. Why was she closely embraced with MY boyfriend? Why had he his lips locked with her's like there was no tomorrow? Without thinking I grabbed the magazine and threw it in my basket. Why? I don't know. Normally I did my best to avoid all the stupid gossip about Justin cheating on me, but that picture.. it just looked like he was enjoying it way too much for my taste as his girlfriend. We'd been together for more than a year, was he seriously just going to screw up like this? I checked out from the supermarket and dragged the bags to my car. Luckily for me I wasn't spotted by fans or paparazzi.I loved the Beliebers though, they were so nice. For them to think that Justin had fallen for a normal girl was beyond amazing and they shipped us big time. Of course I got some mean comments but in general they were all nice.

With my head banging in frustration I made my way home towards Justin's and I shared flat. We had lived together for three months now and I thought we were doing great, compared to the headliner this week my thinking was just an illusion. When I got home I unpacked quickly and threw myself on the couch with the magazine. I looked at the cover once again. It didn't looked photo shopped. Her arms were closely hugging his neck. Justin's arms were hanging down, but he surely wasn't trying to push her away. Their lips were pressed against each other in a passionate kiss. They were standing outside on the street. It looked pretty empty around them, I could only see two cars in the background, one looking exactly like Justin's. Did I spot Moshe in there? Hmm it sure looked like the big bear guy in the front seat. When had Justin been out? Maybe it was on his way home from the studio last Monday? He had been home so late that I had fallen asleep. But as the gentle boyfriend he had carried me to the bed and tugged me in the covers. He was so sweet and caring, was he really cheating? I didn't know. The tears pricked in my eyes and I rubbed them away angrily. Nothing was proved yet, but I had a very bad and sick feeling in my stomach. I flipped through the pages and finally found the article.