Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines

Shrinkage

A/N: Ybfn = your bestfriend's name

"But I like your hair curly." Justin frowned, pulling some of your curls and watching them snap back into position. For the year or so you have been in a relationship with Justin you never bothered straightening your natural hair. Mainly out of laziness, your hair was half way down your back and it was such a long process. At the urging of your best friend ybfn, who has been trying to get you to straightening your hair for months you finally caved. But not without getting ybfn to agree to do your hair.

"Well you'll get over it." You smile cupping his face and pressing your lips to his.

You head to the bathroom connected to your room doing your usual hair routine. Patting your hair dry you plop into a chair and wait for your friend to blowout your hair. Justin sat across from you smiling and winking as your friend works on your hair. You roll your eyes and ignore him, choosing to be on your phone rather than having a staring contest with Justin.

An hour and a half later your hair was completely blown out. You could feel ybfn smirking behind you as she ran her fingers through your hair. "Now time for the fun part!" ybfn says whipping out her flat iron from a bag on the floor. Justin eyes grew big as he stared at the flat iron.

"Your not done yet."

"Does my hair look straight Justin?"

"No but.."

"You don't have to watch you know."

"But I really want to see this." Justin pouted reaching forward and grabbing one of your hands. "Be quiet or we are never going to finish!" ybfn interrupted tapping her feet on the ground. "Just go ybfn, don't pay attention to Justin."

Ybfn starts flat ironing your hair. Justin sat across, his eyes somehow got larger and he looked even more confused than before. You heard him mutter a soft how as your friend flat ironed a part of hair that stopped past your boobs. The whole process took another 45 minutes.

You only had your hair straight for about 20 minutes before you started getting annoyed with it, you began hunting around your room for a hair tie. Justin on the other hand was excited.

"I need to take a picture for Instagram.!" He shouted, pulling out his phone and pointing it at you.

"What, Justin no." You cover your face hoping he would stop.

"We have to prove to my followers that your hair is real."

You hear the clicking of the camera as he takes several rapid fire pictures. You put your hand down and look over to see Justin smirking at his phone and your friend doubled over laughing. "Yeah bitch keep laughing, there is no way he could have gotten a good picture." You cross your arms. Justin smirks harder tapping his phone. Your phone lights up with a notification of you being tagged in an Instagram photo.

You open it and see a very unflattering picture of you. The caption read, When bae is beautiful.

"Justin come on this is terrible." You take a step in his direction. He turns and runs out of the door with you right behind him.

A/N: yeah i really don't like this one very much but i hope someone does