Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Starlight.." (Part Three)

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*Carly's POV*

"Haha!" I laugh as I rub ice cream from  my spoon onto Justin's nose.

"Justin!" I scream as he rubs ice cream all over my mouth and nose to get me back.

He giggles  and I smash my whole ice cream cone into his face.

"I'll get you for that!" He says and I run up off the couch and up the stairs, forgetting that he's athletic and can catch up to me with ease. 

When I reach the top of the stairs he's caught up and he pulls my arm, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Ow!" I yell out, faking pain and making him think I'm hurt.

"Oh my god, Carly! Are you alright?" He lays next to me as I moan.

"Haha!" I get up off my  back and run back down the stairs.

"Ooh! Your really gonna get it this time!" He yelled after me.

I hid in the coat closet under my staircase for almost five minutes..

I came out looking for Justin. Where could he be? I'm a little scared.

Suddenly  a pair of strong arms wrapped around my hips as he lifted me up off the ground and spun me in the air. He put me down after tickling and spinning me. 

I laugh with him as my favorite song starts to play, Starlight by Taylor Swift.  She's my best friend in the entire world. Coolest girl ever. Sweetest girl ever. So talented too.

"Aah! Yay!" I say in excitement as Justin begins to twirl me around my kitchen, spinning through the entire house before the song is over

I said, oh my, what a marvelous tune

It was the best night, never would forget

how we moved, 

The whole place was dressed to the nines

and we were dancin', dancin'

like we're made of starlight, 

Like were made of starlight 

I met Bobby on the boardwalk summer of '45

Picked me up late one night at the window 

we were 17 and crazy, running wild, wild

can't remember what song he was playing when we walked in

The night we snuck into a yacht club party

pretending to be a duchess and a prince 

And I said, oh my, what a marvelous tune

It was the best night never would forget

how we moved, the whole place 

Was dressed to the nine's and we were dancin' dancin' 

LIKE WE'RE MADE OF STARLIGHT, STARLIGHT

LIKE WE'RE MADE OF STARLIGHT, STARLIGHT

Justin screams the chorus with me as I spin and twirl around the house. And being there with him, dancing, blasting music, screaming the lyrics to love songs.. It all felt like it was meant to be. That maybe my life was going to turn out like a fairy tale. That, maybe, we were made of starlight.

But that's when it always goes wrong. When everything feels meant to be, when, not to quote another Taylor Swift song, but your 'thinking he's the one as your dancing around the room when the night ends'.

The song ends just as Justin's phone buzzes. He glances at me before going to check it.

I walk with him back through our dance-route to the kitchen where his phone rests on the counter.

When I catch a glimpse of the message on his phone a lump forms in my throat and I feel like I might throw up.

*End of Part Three*

{A/N: Okay, whoever can comment and guess who the text on Justin's phone is from will get to be featured later in this imagine!}