Imagine
You and Justin are sitting on the couch instead of being outside in the cold rain, “Are you sure you don’t want to go out for supper?” Justin asks you, you nod, “Yeah, I am sure. I don’t want us getting mobbed.” You reply. It was so difficult to be dating the most famous, yet most hated (By the paps) person on the planet.
He nods understanding what you mean. “Need help cooking?” You ask him as he walks into the kitchen, “Nope, I can handle a few pots and pans, but thanks” he replies shooing you off into the living room to sit and wait.
After what felt like hours, you fall asleep on the couch because you were getting tired of waiting (No pun intended). “Hey Abby? Are you coming to eat?” Justin said waking you up as sweetly as possible, you nod slightly and then sit up.
“Mmm smells good.” You say walking into the dining room to see the plates set out with the food already placed on it. The food was... Yep you guessed it.... Spaghetti, covered with garlic spaghetti sauce and cheese. “Looks yummy too.” You say sitting down in front of a plate.
You both take your time eating, having deep, funny, and normal conversations. When you finish you look at him, as if he felt your gaze he looked up, “See this was way better than going out.” You tell him putting your hand over his. “As always you are right.” He says bringing his other hand over to cover yours.
*A/N SORRY IT IS LIKE A MONTH LATE!!! But better late then never <3*
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Justin Bieber Imagines
FanfictionSlip into the most grand thing anyone could use... their imagination. Put yourself in the shoes of each scenario and enjoy every second and memory that I have created for your enjoyment in these short little stories. Whether they be good or bad -but...
