Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Insecure

You felt your heart pang in your chest as you stared at yet another Instagram photo of Justin with a gorgeous model as you sat at home scrolling through your phone.

You trusted Justin with everything in you, but seeing what else was out there and seeing Justin with it, just proved that it would be so easy for him to up and leave you for something better.

You put your phone down on the table and sat in silence, feeling tears prick at your eyes for no reason. You knew Justin loved you, and you loved him. But seeing him with beautiful girls all fe time made your whole body go numb and fear run through you.

Hearing the front door open, you quickly wiped your eyes with your hands and sniffed a few times, not wanting Justin to be aware of anything.

"Hey, babe!" Justin shouted through the house before entering the living room.

"Hi." You smiled at him as he sat down next to you, although, he didn't return it. A concerned look took over his face.

"What's wrong?" He caressed your thigh, running his hand up and down it softly.

"What? Nothing." You chuckled at him, your heart beating in your chest.

"[Y/N]." He sighed, looking down, making you deflate. "Does this have anything to do with the Instagram photos?" He stared into you, waiting for an answer.

A few weeks ago, he caught you looking through the photos of him and a few different models on Instagram with tears in your eyes. Obviously, you brushed it off and he respected your persistence to let it go.

You nodded shamefully, looking down as you fumbled with your hands. "I'm sorry, but they're just so beautiful and thin and I can't compare to that, Justin." You breathed out, feeling the tears come back.

"Are you serious?" He spoke sternly as he looked at you. "Please tell me you're joking."

"You can't honestly tell me you don't look at them and think of being with them." You mumbled.

"No, [Y/N], I don't. I could, I could leave you and go to them, I could walk out right now and not look back. But I don't, you wanna know why? Because I wouldn't be happy, that isn't what I want." He sighed, pulling his hand into yours. "I want to be with you, not them. I want to be happy with you, not them. I think you're so fucking perfect, they don't compare to you. Your whole being is beautiful in itself, and don't get me started on your body. You might be thick, but I love that. I love that you eat whatever you want, whenever you want. I love that you eat crap, yet your body doesn't show it. You're body is perfect." He kissed your hand as he looked at you, almost looking as though he was pleading for you to believe him.

"Justin.." You sniffed as your heart melted.

"No, let me finish. You need to know. I think you're so much more beautiful than those girls, you're kindness and your heart are beautiful. You're not just beautiful physically but mentally, you're such a kindhearted person, [Y/N]. I love you for everything you are, not just for your looks. I want to be with you, not them." He pulled you into him even more.

"Justin, I get it. I was being stupid." You chuckled as you cried.

He wiped your eyes as his frown didn't leave. "No, because I know you've been insecure for a while and I know a part of you is still going to get insecure. You don't have to worry, princess. I don't want anyone else, just you. Yeah, sometimes your ass can be annoying," He chuckled while you blushed. "But I love you for it."

"It's you and me, and it'll be you and me for years to come. I promise."He leaned over and pecked your cheek sweetly.

"I love you." You whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"I love you too." He wiped the tears from your face once again. "Promise you'll talk to me when you feel this way, babe. I want to be here for you when you're doubting things." He pouted cutely.

"I will, thank you, Justin." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into you gratefully.