Justin Bieber Imagines

"there's nothing to worry about he's just my ex."

"baby, i'm going out." justin kissed my cheek as i cooked myself breakfast. "i love you."

"i love you more, boo." i replied with a grin. "be safe."

he closed the front door, and sped off in his maserati. i finished cooking my bacon and scrambled eggs before sitting on the couch and turning on the food network.

once i finished, i went into the kitchen to do the dishes, however the doorbell rang. i was taken aback at who was there. "lucas? hi." my ex-boyfriend lucas stood at the door. it wasn't a harsh breakup; it's just that michigan and los angeles are very far away.

"um.. hey," he scratched the back of his neck. "we need to talk."

"o..kay. come inside,"

he sat on one end of the couch, while i sat back down in my original spot. "i need a favor. and i know yo nigga ain't gon' be cool wit it so i need you to bear with me."

"sure. what's up?"

"do you remember when i recorded you singing on my phone?"

"yeah, why?"

"i need you to re-do that recording for my ep." he went through his phone, scrolling and stopping when he found it.

"okay, well, give me a day and a time and i'll see."

"there's something else..."

"whaaaat?"

"the studio by my hotel is mad expensive and i was wondering if i could use yours?"

"woah, not my studio. ask justin."

"fuck nah, man." he shook his head in disgust. "i'ont fuck with that nigga."

"i know that. however, if you want to use his studio you need to ask him because he's the one paying for it."

he kissed his teeth. "aight fine. damn."

it was quiet for a few minutes and i put my feet up on the couch with me. he looked down at my fuzzy socks and laughed. "what?" i asked, confused.

"nothin', it's just.." he paused. "i gotchu those."

"oh! i remember that." i chuckled. "what was it? valentine's-"

"it was christmas." he sighed. "when you got accepted to ucla that's one of the many things i sent you from detroit."

"lucas, i-"

"-did you keep my stuff?"

"what stuff?"

"you know what. the hoodies, my socks and t-shirts, the letters i sent you, the pictures we took. those?"

"yeah. i did. do you want them?"

"nah. but can i see what you have?"

"um.. sure. come on."

i hopped up from the couch and walked upstairs with him following me. i could feel his eyes staring at my curves from behind because the last time i saw him was when i went off to college three years ago.

"just sit on the bed." i mumbled when we entered justin and i's room. i went into our walk-in closet and reached towards the top shelf. "ugh. too short." i huffed.

"need help?" he laughed.

"yeah yeah."

he stood behind me, reached up and grabbed the box with ease. he had his arm gently wrapped around my hips and his front was pressed slightly into my back. we walked out and both sat on the bed with the box in between us. he opened the box and pulled out a teddy bear.