Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Your Thighs.." (Anna)

ATTENTION: Trigger warning. Please note that this is a trigger warning. I promise that all of you are worth love and adoration towards your bodies, and you should never hurt yourself because of how you think of yourself. Please don't hesitate to call this number, the suicide hotline, if anything, thoughts, feelings, comes into your mind: 1-800-273-8255 (this is the US suicide prevention hotline, just so you know), and don't hesitate to send me a message, because I will always be there for you. Thank you, enjoy the imagine.

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Sorry i havent updated in ages, but ive been busy!!

This imagine is a really important one, as all self-harm imagines are, because it talks about thighs. Honestly, I dont think there's a single girl in the world who likes her thighs. Personally, i hate them. So much. They're one of my biggest insecurities of my body, and for all of you lovelies out there who feel the same, this is for you!

Im already close to 900k :0 omgg you guys are the greatest and i dont think i deserve your love (: Mwah, stay beautiful, xx

*Justin's POV*

I step off the jet, hoping to see Anna and her car waiting for me, but instead I'm greeted with nothing.

An empty runway. 

Now my heart hurts.

I haven't seen her in two weeks, and I'm on a year break, so I should be with her at every moment, but instead i'm in Miami or jail or Panama...

Kenny grabs my bags and his and drives me home.

"Thanks, bro!" I grab my bags from the back of the car and walk up my lawn to my front door.

"Anna!" I call once I open the door and step into our house. The smell of cinnamon fills my nose, like always. "Anna!!"

Still no answer.

"Baby?! Where are you? I'm home!!" I call into the empty house.

Hmm. That's strange.

I drop my bags and run up the stairs.

Nothing in either guest bedrooms, and she isn't in our bedroom, but the sight of her clothing strewn about the floor and the bed made clean like always warms my heart.

It's only been two weeks - and that's long enough. 

I walk into our bathroom to double check if she's in there and my heart stops.

There's blood stains in the sink and a razor lying in the bathtub.

Oh, Anna.

My poor, poor baby..

The floor creaks behind me. "Justin?"

I whip around to find Anna standing behind me, her hair tied in a messy bun, my shirt on her, it's way too big, which makes me smile, and a grin on her face.

"You're home." She cocks her head slightly and smiles. Then she runs to me and jumps into my arms, grinning. She giggles and her eyes glisten.

So good to be home.

I take her in my arms and lie her down on my bed.

She unties her hair and her beautiful brown hair sprawls across the bed.

I tickle her sides and she giggles. 

"J-Justin! St-stop!! Please-se!! I c-can't br-breathe!" She stammers.

I pull my hands off her and sigh. "Okay.. A-Anna.."

She sits up. "Yes..." 

I take her hand and she smiles lightly. Her hands are lovely and cold. 

I love her hands. It's this weird thing about her that turns me on. Her hands.. I know. Messed up. 

"Why.. Why did you do it?"

She raises her eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You.." I drop my head. "You cut.."

"I-" She starts and then drops her head. I hear her sniffling and my heart hurts.

I hate seeing her cry.

"Shh." I lift her and she lies on my lap. "Don't cry." I kiss her forehead gently.

I move down from her forehead and onto her cheeks.

Then her nose.

Then her lips.

"J-Justin..." 

"Yes?"

"W-Who.."

"Baby girl..?"

"Who is Chantel?" 

I run my hand through my hair in frustration. "Anna, please,"

"No." She sits up. "Tell me. Tell me why she was with you in Miami, the trip you insisted was 'guys only'. Tell me why you flew her to Panama and left me here on my own. Tell me.." Her voice quivers and she whispers, "Tell me why you're surprised I cut."

That broke my heart into a million pieces.

"Anna, I swear, I did not cheat on you. I met her in Miami at a club and she was all over me, Khalil kept trying to force me into letting her give me a lap dance or whatever, but I swear to god nothing happened. Then.. Then she told us to race and who ever won got her and.. I did it because I was caught up in the moment.. Next thing I know I'm in jail, then I'm bailed out, and flying to Panama, with her on the jet. Scooter called me and told me that we were going to be shooting a video in Panama, and that she was the girl in it, so she stayed with me in Panama, and we became friends. But I swear to you, nothing else happened, angel. Sure, she wanted some things to, but nothing did.. I.. I wouldn't hurt you like that. I hope you know that.."

She looks up at me and her eyes glisten again, this time with her tears. "I-I do.. But.. It was so hard. Sitting here, knowing..knowing that you were somewhere else. On a beach. With some other girl, I.." She looks down again. 

She looks ashamed. And hurt. And broken.

"I never, ever, ever want to do anything that would hurt you like this hurt you. I never want to be responsible for you-you cutting your sweet, beautiful body.."

I take my arms and rub her thighs to try and comfort her, figuring rubbing her wrists would just hurt her, but she winces in pain and I pull away.

"Did I hurt you?"

"M-my scars.."

"You cut your thighs..." I shake my head. I should've known. I can see her wrists and they're clear.

"Yeah.. Because hers..hers.." She finally snaps and collapses in my arms, sobbing.

"Because her what, baby?"

"Because her thighs are smaller," She whimpers and tears trickle down my face.

"Never again, baby girl," I tell her as I kiss her head again, then her shoulder, then her upper arm, then her elbow, then her wrist and each finger.

I make my way down and kiss each scar on her thigh. "Never again." 

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{I bolded 'Because her thighs are smaller' because in order to feel beautiful, you have to stop comparing yourself to other people, and that can sometimes be the hardest thing you have to do. But i promise, each and every one of you is gorgeous & perfect in your own way, i hope you know that, xx}