Justin Bieber Imagines

Club Strangers || Dirty

you.

Woosh.

And just like that, his unforgiving face and my past were being wiped away as I drowned down my probably forth shot. But hey, I wasn't counting. My friends around me were cheering, encouraging me that I was doing great and with each shot that I gulp down, the more I felt myself blocking out all the cheers that they gifted me with.

My goal for the night was to have fun, and forget all about the little ass-nut, my heartbreaker. Hopefully I'll be lucky enough to take home someone, or at least have the best time out with my friends that I won't be able to remember anything by the next morning. Yeah, I needed to do something that'll relax me, I needed a break. Especially when my lovely friends were kind enough to drag me out of bed and knock some sense into me.

They told me to live my life instead of burying my face into my pillows, making them even more wet from the tears that had poured out when he cut off our relationship, plus, he probably had moved on too, so I shouldn't just waste my tears like that.

I managed to actually accept their request and go to a club, making sure to have a night without crying or thinking of he-who-shall-not-be-named. I think I have a good feeling about tonight.

I will take a guy home, and I'll try my very best to not think about the stupid boy who broke my heart.

Thinking I had a little bit too much to drink for the night, I made sure to slam down my last empty shot cup onto the wooden bar countertop, before pushing it away from me. I felt a bit tipsy as I struggled to get back onto my feet.

I told my friends that I'll be over in the dance floor but they didn't seem to listen as they all were a little bit too focused on the bartender. The bartender that seemed to be in his late twenties, leaned into one of my friends and said something to her, making her blush and giggle back.

Pushing away all the heavy bodies that reeked of smoke, sex, alcohol, and sweat, I accomplished in getting towards my destination, the middle of the brightly multicolored dance floor. Being a little drunk, it felt as if the loud slow music that was being blasted through the speakers was more louder in my ears, much more louder than it already was.

Getting familiarized with the rhythm of the song, I felt myself move against the beat of the loud bass, blocking out everyone else and only focusing on the music. With swaying hips, and arms in the air, I felt myself get lost into the music with my eyes closed. I knew there were people watching, but I was too busy too actually care.

It was about five minutes later when I reopened my eyes as I felt two calloused hands snake their way onto my hips, holding me firmly. I stopped swaying and I felt the man behind me press up to my back before feeling his hot breath hit my bare left shoulder.

"I've been watching you," A Canadian accent whispered, dipping his head down as his deep voice greeted my left ear.

"Like what you see?" I taunted, smirking as I felt the adrenaline from the alcohol beginning on taking its effect.

I had felt him nod before he quickly spun me around so I was now facing him. My hands were placed on his bare chest from the sudden action and I looked up to meet his hazel eyes that were staring down at me.

His black leather pants hung tightly around his lower area, exposing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. The strangers' black ink on his arms and parts of his upper body was very well visible as he was shirtless.

I took in almost all of his beauty before I felt him start to walk away from the dance floor, holding onto my arm tightly -making sure that I didn't leave- and into an empty and dark hallway.