Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"I Want You.." (Sarah)

First things first: YES, Justin, YES, you should DEFINITELY do a campaign with Calvin Klein :)

It's also come to my attention that my imagines are almost at 2 MILLION READS, which is C R A Z Y, and also that they are #15 of all Justin Bieber stories on Wattpad! So thank you guys for that absolutely amazing accomplishment!

This imagine is just super cute and cuddly and adorable, so enjoy.

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*Sarah's POV*

I duck my head down as I step out of the car, a brisk, wet wind hitting my face.

Justin grabs my hand, his head down, too, and we maneuver our way through the crowds of Michigan Ave.

Kenny walks in front of us, which Justin said would be a bad idea since that would just attract more attention to us, but Kenny insisted. I don't really mind.

The good thing about Chicago is that there's barely any paparazzi here. It's strange, since it's such a big city, but there isn't, so our main worry right now is being mobbed by fans.

A crowd of business men and women break up Justin and I for what feels like a few seconds, but once I'm back in Justin's range his hand reaches desperately for mine.

I smile. "So. Where to first?"

"Whoever you wanna go," He replies.

Hah. That's his attitude now, but I guarantee after 30 minutes of me doing my shopping he'll be complaining.

"There's Puma," Kenny says from in frot of us. Well, more like shouts from in front of us.

"OKAY!" Justin shouts back with a smirk.

In puma Justin tries on about eight different pairs of shoes and decides on four of them, and then asks me what I want.

"I'm good." I reply shyly. I guess I'm still not used to the amount of money Justin a) has and b) is willing to spend.

He raises his eyebrow. "There must be something you want."

He walks over to the women's section and pulls out a pair of runners. 

"I have runners, Jay!"

He pulls out a track suit. "You got me an Adidas track suit for Christmas, babe."

He sighs hopelessly, "Aw, c'mon! There must be something!"

"Why do you want to buy me something so bad?!"

He bites his lip. "I like treating you."

I roll my eyes playfully. "Well I love you, Justin, but I don't need anything here!"

He nods and then his eyes catch somehing behind me. He pulls a sports bra off the rack. "This is perfect for you, Sarah!"

I laugh. "I'm. Fine!"

He pouts. "Oh, c'mon, Sarah. Do it for me."

"You know what: if you really want to spend money on that then go right ahead."

"I shall," He jokes with a sly smile. "You should really wear these around our house more often you know."

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As presumed, an hour later in Zara, Justin's complaining.