Dirty Justin Bieber Imagines

Room 539

Third POV:

Dark hallway, two drunken girls giggling while they tried find the right door. Other one of them tried find her keys to her purse but it ended on the floor and all things there flew out

Cursing but then they both started giggle again before they started collect things back to that girl's purse. A door close to them opened and a dark shadow landed next to those two girls. Their heads turned and a big smirk spread on their both lips

"Well, damn hello handsome" second one of them tweeted for the man who was standing in front of them. "Hi, beautifuls. May I ask where cute girls like you are coming this time of the night?" he asked politely, the part one completed

A streak of giggles slipped on their mouth again and they looked each others before their face turned back to that stranger again. "Somewhere" a suspious answer flew in the air and made that man raise his eyebrows. "Hmm.. shady, aren't you? I like you already" he winked before he started walk back to his door

"Would girls like to come in?" he asked nodding inside the silent apartment of his. They looked in and then each others. "Why not" they mumbled

They didn't think that it might be the last time when they would be those girls who everyone knew as the loudest ones in the class room. Girls who everyone adored and wanted ask as their partners to the ball. Girls who were brave and confident. After stepping out of that dark apartment next morning they weren't same anymore

Big numbers 539 on the door tell you to stay away from that room where man named Justin Bieber lived. It had been some kind of unwritten rule after that word has started run between young people. Almost everyone knew it beside Y/N, girl who had moved to New Jersey just a few days ago

She was victum number 23 in someones point but from her point it was a win. Don't waste your time to think why, let me tell you the whole story:

Y/N's POV:

I opened a door and smell of new apartment met my nose. I smiled and stepped in. Men followed me with big boxes on their hands and set them on the floor in my new kitchen. I nodded and thanked them when the last box had brought to me. Here it was now, my first own home, I thought

I started put things on their own places. Plates and glasses in the cupboard, pillows on my new white couch.. After about an hour my kitchen and living room looked pretty good already. There was still a lot of boxes to open but I decided save them tomorrow since the clock was already nearing 11pm

Next day I woke up early and heated over my new studying place. It was so much bigger than my last school which made me a bit scared. How could I ever learn to walk here and where's every class? No, scared was too soft word for my feelings, I was terrified

On lunch break I was sitting alone in the table before a little group of other students from my class came to say hi. "Hey, was it Y/N?" a brunette girl asked and I nodded. She smiled and streght out her hand for shake. "I'm Rosanne" she told. Also other people introduced themselves. Relley, Eric, Wendy, Felix.. and they all were so nice and kind to me

We spent our whole lunch break together before the bell rang and it was time to go to class. "I have history, what about you Y/N?" girl named Wendy asked. "I think that I have it too" I said and nodded after I had checked out my schedule. "Cool, let's go" she commented before we started walk over the history class

History wasn't mine or Wendy's thing so we ended up just talking and getting know each others with random questions while our teacher told about Germany. "So do you live with your parents or?" she asked and I shook my head. "No, I'm living on my own" and that made me kind of proud to say