Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Another Visit

The smell of a freshly baked chocolate chip cookies travels into my scenes, the scent making me hungry instantly, I couldn’t wait for them to finish up. I lick bottom lip, wishing I could eat them already. Baking anything sweet was always something i enjoy doing, especially when I have spare time. Today was my lazy sunday, the only day off the week from my 6 day job and study, which sometimes would drag me down and make me do nothing but sleep until three in the afternoon.

My roommate Susan, a girl whom I share the small apartment with and also my best friend was currently out to do some shopping or what not, I swear that girl always would spend more than she could afford. I stride cheerfully into the bathroom and decide to get ready for the day. I latch my fingers in my hair and pull my hair into the high pony tail. I turn the tap on and hear the sound of the water running down quickly, causing the sink to make a sound that ruins the silent atmosphere as the tickling sound of water continues. I peer up to the mirror to look at my reflection, my skin looking dull as usual, reflecting the results of my late night sleeping habits. My eyes travels to the bottom of the mirror where the glass was smeared with foundation marks. I groan out in annoyance, “so annoying.” I don’t think I have OCD but if this continues, i swear I wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore and would probably think about jumping out of the window, down this 30 storey building.

The sound of my ringtone blares into my ears, knocking me out of my focus. I march up and sigh in irritation as I see Justin’s name appear on my Iphone screen. I briskly snatch the phone from the kitchen counter and tap the speaker button.

“Hello Y/N,” he says in a chirpy tone, “I’m nearly at your apartment, i’m in the elevator.”

“What? aren’t you suppose to be at Milan for your purpose tour?” I reply in confusion, my eyebrows crinkling. I hadn’t spoken to him over a month and he suddenly calls me, who does he think he is.

He pauses for a minute before he asks me, “Are you mad?”

“Not really,” I reply on the phone, with a hint of confusion in my voice.

I was lying. I was lying to him and to myself. I was mad. Mad that he doesn’t even have the nerve to call me until now.

Every time after we finish having sex together, he disappears without a trace and leaves me alone. I always wake up to find him gone and the bed empty. When I needed him next to me, to comfort me, he was never there. He always left me feeling alone, cold and isolated.

“Y/N” he says softly, breaking the silence. “Open the door, I’m here now” he says before hanging up.

I walk up to the door, placing my finger around the knob and left my hand linger there for a moment. I hear a knock at the door, indicating me to open the door. I sigh and hesitantly open the door. I see his face with a large warm smile plastered across his face, i couldn’t help but smile back at him. I felt a pang of sadness inside of me even though I was truly happy to see him again.

“Hey Y/N,” he cheekily says before he strolls through the door. He slips of his white sneakers before walking to the kitchen before turning back to face me.

“Are there cookies cooking?” he asks as he realises the sweet aroma coming from the oven.

“I think they’re done,” I say to him as I gently push him to the side and carefully pull the tray of cookies out. A sudden burning sensation stabs in my skin as I grip the hot tray.

“Oww,” I cry out in pain. I quickly retract my hands to my chest. Before I start to wail out like a crying baby, I rush my way into the bathroom and quickly rush my hands under the pouring water.

The cool chilled feeling calms the burn ever so slightly. I feel the presence of Justin behind me. I gaze the mirror and see him standing behind me, our gazes meet. I look away from him eyes and glance up to wipe my hands with the towel. The towel suddenly was not in it’s place. I spin my head around, like a lost rooster.