Justin Bieber Imagines

Cute/Sad Imagine

Your p.o.v

It's 10 pm. Wrapped in Justin's arms I sit on the couch. Justin didn't feel good today, he has a cold. 'Are you doing better yet?' I ask him. He shakes his head. 'Not really.' He shakes his head and looks down. 'Hey,' I say and turn his head towards me by using my index finger. 'Are you okay?' I ask. He shrugs his shoulders and looks down. 'I am just worried.'
'Worried? About who?' I ask.
'You.'
'What? Why me?'
Justin turns his head and looks me straight into my eyes. His eyes look sad.
'Because we have been together for a year now and you don't want me to see or touch your body.'
'Yeah, so what?' I answer irritated.
'Babe, I don't know anything about your life when you still lived with your parents. Nothing about you being a baby, a little girl... That's not right. We shouldn't have secrets for each other.'
I look away. I know he's right. He's damn right.
'Y/n, do you hear me?'
I nod. 'I hear you.'
'Why don't you just tell me? You can tell me everything right now, or a little chapter everyday, I don't care. I want to know why you keep it as a secret, maybe I can help you..'
'Justin, it just.. It wasn't easy. I don't like talking about this, you know that.'
'I know babe.'
There's a silence. He has the right to know the truth. It's just so hard.
'My childhood was a hell. It was fucked up.' I begin.
'What do you mean by that?' Justin asks.
'My dad was alcoholic. He was almost never home. And if he was home, he was mostly drunk. He never physically hurt me or something, but you know... Having no father figure is hard.'
Justin took my hand.
'My mom... She...'
A tear drops. Justin wipes it away and takes my other hand. I smile with the tears in my eyes.
'My mom abused me. She was quickly pissed by things that I did or said and we always got into an argument because of that. It always ended by me getting kicked or slapped. And afterwards she would always ignore me until I apologized. There were days we didn't talk the entire day. Those days I had to do everything myself... I held on onto hope: Hold on, pain ends. That's the quote that got me through those years. Unfortunately, the pain didn't really end. I made place for it.'
I look down. Justin places his fingers underneath my chin and brings my head up. He looks me into my eyes.
'It was brave from you to tell me this, y/n I- I am speechless.'
I smile.
'But it's past, so let's forget about it,' I say and I let go of Justin's hands and get up. I wipe my tears and walk towards the kitchen. 'Do you want a smoothie?'

Justin's p.o.v

Y/n looks down. I quickly wipe that one tear from my face and place my fingers under her chin. I bring her head up and look her in the eyes.
'It was brave from you to tell this, y/n. I- I am speechless.'
She smiles and says: 'But it's past, so let's forget about it.' Before I can say anything else y/n lets go of my hands and stands up. She turns around and walks towards the kitchen. 'Do you want a smoothie?' she asks me. 'Uhm... Yes,' I answer. The hell is wrong with this girl? She has just told me a horrible story about her past and walks herself out like nothing happened. y/n needs help, I know that for sure. She keeps everything to herself which makes me unknown about a lot of things. Why can't I see her in lingerie? Why does she always shiver when I touch her? Why does she never want to go swimming? Every time I ask her why she doesn't answer. She's the most beautiful girl I know and I love her to the moon and back, but there's something wrong with her and I can't get it out of her.

your p.o.v

One day I should really tell him, I think, as I put the freshly cut banana in the blender. He has to know why I never want him to see my body. I have been hiding it from him for over a year now and it starts making me crazy. Every time he touches me I am insecure he might feel the lines so I quickly move away. I clean the knife I used for cutting the ingredients and turn on the blender. 'Almost done,' I tell Justin.

I wake up. I quietly turn around, sure not to wake Justin, and take a look on the alarm clock. 4 am. I feel nauseous and get out of bed. I put on my slippers and walk out of the room, down the stairs. I open the backdoor and take a seat on one of the couches outside. I look at the stars. I can resist but thinking about what I told Justin yesterday. He now knows a little bit more, but still no reason for him to not touch me, right? Why is it so hard to tell... I look down and tears start falling from my eyes. He has no idea what I am doing, he has no single clue. And I blame myself for him not knowing anything. I keep it all to myself, secretly. I throw my head backwards. I hate myself right now. Why am I being so stupid? All my pain is killing me and all I am not doing is asking for help. I am a weenie, I am worthless. I stand up and walk inside, locking the backdoor behind me. I walk into the kitchen and open a drawer. The moon shines on the knifes. Triggering as I may say.