justin bieber imagines

We Are

Your POV

There's a cool breeze that dances with your hair, pushing it behind your face and revealing your shoulders. Above you there are millions of twinkling stars, not a cloud in the sky. To your right there are waves crashing on the shore. All these things are breathe taking. Yet none could compare to the man sitting across the table.

"What will you two have to drink?" The waiter got out a pencil and pad of paper.

"Water, please."

Justin paused. "I'll have water too." He closed his menu and gave it to the waiter, thanking him. I looked back into the ocean.

Without any hesitation, Justin grabbed my hand from across the table and wove his fingers into mine. I look back to find his eyes locked on me, not distracted by anything else. I smiled at him.

"Thanks for getting dinner with me tonight," he said.

"How could I not? Besides, this is beautiful," I replied sighing and looking to the sky.

Justin reached across the table and tilted my chin down to look in his eyes. "But it's still not as beautiful as you." He winked.

I giggled and touched my finger to his nose. "That was cheesy. I like it."

He smiled. With my hand still in his grasp, Justin got out of his chair and walked around the table. As soon as he got close enough he kissed me, giving me butterflies. His soft lips were everything I dreamed of.

He backed away only an inch from my face. "I couldn't wait until after," he whispered.

I smiled at him and touched our noses together. "Good," I replied.

He sat back down as the waiter brought us our drinks, his eyes remaining on me. His smile never fading.

In this moment everything was good. I wanted nothing to change, and I wanted this feeling to last forever.

"I love you."

"I love you too."