Justin Bieber Imagines

"Will you be mine?"

Songs for this imagine:

She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

Adore You - Miley Cyrus

Imagine:

"Babe! Wake up," you hear his beautiful voice echoing in your ear.

You groan and turn on your side, your back facing Justin, who just chuckled. A smile plastered on your lips as your felt warm muscular arms wrap around your waist. He buried his face into your neck, pecking your skin.

He pulled away, enough to be able to look at your face. "We need to get up and get ready."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why?"

"That's a secret," he said while wiggling his eyebrows, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. "Now get up!" Without warning, Justin attacked your sides.

"Ahhh," you laughed as he tickled your sides. "Stop!"

"Not till you tell me you love me!"

You gasped out laughing, trying to wiggle out of Justin's grip. But you didn't have much success. "Okay!" You called out between your laughing fits. "I- I love you!"

He stop at your words and kiss the tip of your nose. "I love you too," he crushed his lips to yours before pulling away and getting off the bed. "Okay, you have only two hour before we have to leave. So hop to it," he clapped his hands together.

Giggling, you jumped up and walked over to your closet. You noticed some of your clothes were gone. Furrowing your eyebrows together again, you called out for Justin again. "Justin!"

Seconds later, you saw Justin pecking his head around the corner of the door frame, a confused expression was plastered on his face. "Yeah?"

"Where are some of my clothes?" You asked, shifting your weight on your hip, your arms crossed.

"Ooh.." He trailed off, his eyes leaving yours. Like he was searching for the right words to say. "I accidentally spilled my drink on them. So I put them in the washer," he spoke.

"O...Kay," you giggled and turned back to the closet. "What should I wear?"

"I don't know. Wear whatever you want."

You scold. "Wow. Your so helpful," you said sarcastically.

"I was just saying," he holds his hands up.

"Your such a guy," you grabbed a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black v-neck as you headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

"That's cause I am a guy," he smirked before you closed the door.

After your shower, you dried off and slipped on your outfit. As you blow dried your hair, you couldn't help but wonder where Justin was taking you. He knows how much you hate surprises but he still likes to pull them on you. But that was one of the things you loved about him.

You loved how he could make you smile even when you didn't want to. You loved the way he made you feel safe when he pulled you into his embrace. You loved the way he makes you feel beautiful and actually worth something. When though you guys have had lots of fights, you still know he's worth it. No guy have made you feel this way like Justin has. Justin was you first actually boyfriend. You other boyfriends were douches, lairs and cheaters. It seem as though you would never find someone who would treat you right. That's why you quite trying.

But then Justin came along. He taught you to never give up on anything. You taught you to be strong and that anything is possible. He taught you to believe.