Justin Bieber Imagines

Imagine for @paigeelissaa

Paige's POV

"Oh my god. Justin!" I said.

Justin turned around and looked at me.

It was after his concert, late at night and I just happened to see him.

Justin walked over to me.

"Who are you?" He asked me.

"I'm Paige. I'm a huge belieber." I said.

"Oh, well, hi Paige. By the way, you are really beautiful." He smiled.

I felt my cheeks getting warmer. I looked away so he wouldn't see me blushing.

"Let's take a picture." He said.

I handed him my phone and he put his arm around me.

We both smiled to the camera.

"So why are you out here walking alone?" He asked me.

"I'm not stalking you if that's what you think. I was at a little get together since I didn't have enough money to go to your concert. My car wouldn't start, so I decided to walk." I said.

Justin looked around, then back at me.

"How far away do you live?" He asked.

"About an hour." I replied.

His jaw dropped. He took my hand and led me to his car that was a little bit up the street.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Well, I'm taking you home. A beautiful girl like you can't be walking the streets at night, alone." He smiled.

We got into his car and he drove me home.

"Thank you so much, Justin." I said as I got out of his car.

"Wait, come here." He said.

He handed me a piece of paper with his number on it.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight, Paige." He said.

"Goodnight, Justin." I said.

I jolted awake.

"Man, it was just a dream." I said aloud.

I got up and got dressed and fixed my hair and make-up.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

"This will do." I muttered to myself.

I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through social media.

Everyone at my school was talking about going to the Justin Bieber concert tonight. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone.

I've asked a few people if I could go with them, but of course, they rejected me. I didn't have enough money to buy my own ticket, so I can't go.

I've been a belieber for the longest time and when he finally comes to our town, I don't get the chance to go. It sucks.

I felt my phone vibrate in my hand and saw a text message from my best friend.

It read: Hey, Paige! Since you're not going to the Bieber concert, why don't you come hang out at my house? It'll be fun. It's a little get together type thing, not a full out party.

Thanks for reminding me.

I texted her back, Fine, I'll be there.

My best friend's house is close to the venue anyway, so maybe I'll get lucky, but I doubt it.