justin bieber imagines

I'll Show You

Justin's POV

We walked, hand in hand, through the crowded walkways of the mall. People surround us, but it still seems as if we were alone. With every store we pass, my grip only becomes firmer. I look over and see her gazing up at the sun, peeking through the glass ceiling. The light hit her perfectly. Now I realize why they say she's too good for me.

We arrive at the food court. After we get our food, I lead her to a table, pulling out a chair for her across from me.

"I'm starving," she said, reaching for the food. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She's beautiful.

"Oh my gosh, this is amazing," she whispered as she took another bite. I looked at the picture of her family in her wallet. She's so kind and caring.

"No!" I glanced up to see that she had spilled her Coke. She started giggling. Her laugh was infectious.

"Justin... Are you okay?"

I hesitated. "Do you ever think about the other guys you could be with?" I said.

"You have got to be kidding me. If you're about to accuse me of-"

"No, never. I just wonder about why you wouldn't want to be with a guy who's smarter and funnier and better looking and..." I trailed off.

She started to laugh. "You're joking right?"

She got up and walked around the table to sit in my lap. Surprised, I wrapped my arms around her.

"You are the only guy that I want," her hands cradled my face. "And I don't care if anybody has a problem with that, because I love you. That's all that matters."

"Well I'm a pretty lucky guy."

"I'm a pretty lucky girl."

I reached up and kissed her, never wanting this moment to end.