Justin Bieber Imagines

Imagine for @jbandsierra

Sierra's POV

Beep, beep, beep, beep!

My alarm clock blaring in my ear woke me up. I must've smacked it about 12 times just to get it to stop beeping at me.

I sat up and looked at my phone.

Huh, no text messages from Justin still. Wonder what's going on. I thought to myself.

Justin and I have been dating for a few months and everything has been fine with us. I'm used to the hate that I get from fans, but all that matters in our relationship is us, nobody else.

Lately, he hasn't been around. He hasn't called or texted me in about a week, but he still has time to tweet and put stuff on Instagram.

I got up out of bed and got dressed. I slipped on a silky t-shirt with some cute shorts and my white Converse sneakers.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and put light make-up on.

I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal made. I made the cereal and went to sit on the couch in the living room.

I turned on the TV and watched whatever show was on right now. There usually isn't anything on that's good in the morning, so the TV is mainly background noise.

I looked at my phone again, still no calls or texts.

Is he trying to hide something from me? Is there something that he isn't telling me? Is there something wrong with me? These thoughts kept running through my mind throughout the morning.

I stood up and looked around the living room. I'm going to go check on him.

I walked over to the door and grabbed my keys off of the hook and grabbed my purse as well.

I walked out the door and got into my car and pulled out of my driveway.

The same thoughts from before kept replaying in my head over and over. I know deep down that Justin would never hurt me, but my mind keeps telling me different.

I turned the radio on to take my mind off of all of this. Justin's song came on.

What do you mean? Oh, when you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no, what do you mean? Hey, when you don't want me to move, but you tell me to go, what do you mean? Oh, what do you mean? Said you're running out of time, what do you mean? Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean? Better make up your mind, what do you mean?

You're so indecisive of what I'm saying. Tryna catch the beat make up your heart. Don't know if you're happy or complaining, don't want for us to end, where do I start.

First you wanna go to the left, then you wanna turn right. Wanna argue all day, make love all night. First you're up then you're down then inbetween. Oh, I really wanna know,

What do you mean?

I pulled into Justin's driveway and I saw a car there that I've never seen before.

I sent Justin a text message that I was coming so he wouldn't be caught off guard, but every time I looked at my phone, he hasn't read it.

I got out of my car and walked up to his front door and got out the key. Yes, he gave me a key to his house.

I unlocked his door and walked inside. The TV was on, but no sight of Justin.

"Justin?" I called out.

No answer.

"Justin!" I yelled.

Still no answer.