⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"Without you, I'd be dead."

I walked into the bathroom, my feet padding against the cold tiles before I felt the soft fabric of rug underneath me. I closed the bathroom door halfway where Justin could clearly peep through if he wanted. He laid comfortably on his stomach on our king sized bed as he scrolled through his phone. The brightness of the screen reflecting on his skin. Truly, he's so effortlessly breathtaking and he doesn't even know it.

My dress attire consisted of pajama shorts and a spaghetti strapped crop top; my usual night fit.

Instinctively, I glance over my body as I stared at my figure in the bathroom mirror. I had flaws. In fact, I have many flaws that I just can't wash away. Every time I mentioned to Justin how much I hate this or that about me, he'd tell me I shouldn't be putting myself down because I'm perfect in his eyes and that he didn't see a problem with me. It's so weird how I can only see these horrible things from my perspective. And in someone else's perspective, I could be an angel from heaven, the best girl on this planet, everything someone could ever wish for.

Having self esteem issues are the fucking worst. When my thoughts are eating me alive, I literally get to the point where I'm ashamed of being in Justin's presence because I'm afraid that he won't love and and accept me for the way I am. If I told Justin that, he'd probably tell me I'm thinking of the worst case scenarios since he honestly and sincerely loves everything about me.

I wish I could see what he saw in me. I wish I could love and cherish myself the way he loves and cherishes me.

I let out a heavy sigh and massaged my temples before covering my face with my hands. Trying my best to block out this negative energy that keeps creeping up on me. I hate crying around him. I hate revealing how easily vulnerable I am when something as stupid as this gets to me.

I heard my name come from his soothing voice from the bedroom. After hearing his feet pad closer towards me, I grab the nearest washcloth before dabbing away the tears that was soon to leave a wet line down my face. I attempted to make myself look like I wasn't just crying although my eyes were red and my eyelashes were wet. Well, that was a bad cover up. I hate having Justin see me at such a weak state like this, especially over something so stupid.

Justin had the door bathroom door completely now. His eyes instantly being met with a distraught and exhausted face. I hurriedly covered my face again, not wanting him to see a distressed face and because I'm overwhelmed at the amount of times we've had this discussion about my body.

"What's wrong baby? You can tell me about anything. We both know that." He encouraged before trying to move my hands, but failed doing so.

"Babygirl. What is it? I'm all ears." Justin reassured me in the most softest tone possible. His fingers slipped through mine before guiding towards our bed. He plopped down before making me stand in between his legs, a comforting feeling comes over me as his hands slowly rub my thighs in an up and down motion. He looked up at me though his lashes, awaiting an response.

Once you're in the spotlight, you have to explain yourself and there's no going back. I hesitated before opening my mouth.

"Justin, it's so difficult to accept myself for who I am. I feel as if I can't do anything about it, either. I know you're always telling me that I shouldn't put myself down because you love me for me. Every day I look at myself in the mirror and realize how bad I look, and I have that image of my body planted in my head. It causes me to doubt myself even more. You tell me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to you and how I'm the best thing to ever happen to you and from the bottom of my heart, I really do appreciate all that you do for me and how you treat me. At my worst moments like this, to my happiest moments. I think I'm just not in my right mindset to believe everything you tell me. It's what you see in me. Not what I see in myself. Positive thinking and just straight up having self confidence isn't as easy as you think. There's always going to be me questioning and doubting myself and how certain things would affect me. I'm really trying, but I'm not getting anywhere." I express myself truthfully.

Justin took ahold of my hands before giving them a tight squeeze. I looked at him adoringly.

"{Y/N}, I love you, and I mean it when I say it. I love all of you. You've impacted a big part of my life. I was unhappy and depressed. I felt unwanted, excluded, and invisible. I felt like taking my own life at one point. But when I met you... I swear I heard a lightbulb turn on in my brain. I never imagined myself with someone else since I saw you. You are truly the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, ever. I accepted you for your likes and dislikes. I accepted you with and without makeup. I accepted your loving and heartfelt personality. There's a goofy and carefree side of you, and a serious and vulnerable side of you. But that's fine because we're all human and we go through emotions.you're so strong. I love you when you're happy and I'll still love you when you're down and you feel as if the world is crushing down on you. You are right about one thing though. We both have our perspectives. You can't see what I see and I can't see what you see. But you have to believe me when I say this. You are worth it. You are special. You saved my life because without you, I'd be dead."

"I love you. Other than that, I don't know what else to say." I manage to let out a small laugh to try and uplift the mood.

"It's okay baby. You don't have to say anything. I just want you to relax. Just enjoy the moment." His index finger slips down my shorts before he pulls me by the waistband to close the space between our bodies, still remaining between his legs. Justin then kissed my hands, my belly button, and lower abdomen before gently cupping my ass in a form of appreciation.

Suddenly, he pulls my weight onto his lap before his soft lips meet mine.

Feeling the wetness of his tongue slip in my mouth, I moaned into the kiss instantly. His arms wrapped around my waist more securely, trying to close the nonexistent space between us. Holy shit, his lips are so naturally soft. I could melt into him right now.

After a few minutes of our holding each other in place and sucking each other's faces off, Justin falls backwards on the bed, pulling me down with him. I then received several neck kisses before his lips came in contact with mine again before pulling away from the soon-to-be intense make out session.

"Mmmm, your lips taste so good. I bet your other lips taste just as good." He bit his lip, a playful grin on his face.

"You're so inappropriate." I chuckled softly.

"You love it, babygirl." He replied before pecking my lips once again. A comfortable silence washes over us as my head is rested on his chest and his hand plays in my hair.

"I'm really glad I met you." I admit.

"I'm really glad I love you. Don't you ever forget it." He says back. This causes me to form a small smile, although he can't see it.

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