Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Knitted Sweaters*

Intro:
On Mondays, he always seemed to wear knitted sweaters. Usually, it was either a colour - like grey or white - that made the pinkness of his cheeks stand out so much that it was hard not to notice it worsening through the day, or he wore one that held a specific pattern that moved horizontally around the front and back. His favourite appeared to be the dark green with small knitted cats on it.

It was everyday that he wore his big black glasses that sat on his button nose. To [Y/N] it was like they got bigger and more noticeable as the days went by.

When he wasn't wearing a sleeveless sweater, the suspenders - that were sometimes red, sometimes black and sometimes white - he had attached to the hem of his trousers were on show. She sometimes watched as he fumbled with them when he walked down the corridors.

[Y/N] saw him and, for some reason, felt the need to try him and test him, just so she could watch when his lips parted but no words came out and even when he tried to speak, fragmented sounds would be the only thing he'd manage to let slip.

She would enjoy watching him try to impress her while his cheeks turned the colour of fresh tomatoes. However, she knew that if she gave him only a little encouragement, she could open him up to reveal something no one had expected.

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[Y/N]'s P.O.V

I watched him from across the room as he sat at the small, round table. He was alone. He tucked into his sandwich that had clearly been tidily packed into the clear box.

I was surrounded by masses of people but I couldn't help but watch him. Today, he wore a white shirt button up shirt, and his usual glasses were being held up by his nose.

I inspected in pity as a rather large boy pushed the back of Justin's chair when he walked by, causing Justin's body to hurl forward against the table. The boy and his two friends turned back on their path to watch as Justin's gaze landed on them with a look of annoyance.

Running a hand through my hair, I tried to turn my attention away, but no matter what, I always felt the need to look in his direction. And when I did for the hundredth time, he sat biting into his sandwich while keeping his head low.

Before my mind connected with my body, I was on my feet and sliding in between the tables and chairs that filled the tightly packed cafeteria and making my way to Justin.

He came closer into my view and I licked my lips. It took him a few seconds to notice someone had approached him but when he realised, he looked up through his thick glasses.

I watched in amusement as his lips parted ever so slightly and his eyes got larger behind the glasses.

"Hi," I said, taking a seat next to him. I took my left hand and rested it on his arm; he jumped.

His jaw juttered open and closed and his ears turned a baby pink. I couldn't help but giggle under my breath at how worried he looked.

"Justin, right?" I asked, now trailing my finger along the back of his hand. His eyes shifted between my finger and my face. "I'm [Y/N]."

He nodded his head, which was probably the first true sign of acknowledgement I had been given since I sat down.

"How are you?" I let my fingers move further up his arm and he seemed to shake slightly in his seat.

"I-I'm fine." His eyes were constantly moving, causing him to look confused as well as worried. He hesitated before speaking again. "How-How are you?" He asked to which I smiled.

I nodded. "I'm good." I felt my heart stammer due to a wave of - what I assumed to be - panic. "I'd like to see more of you, you know."

To this, Justin looked lost. His eyebrows furrowed and made deep lines like rivers on his forehead. He placed his half-eaten sandwich down and his nose scrunched up slightly.