Bieber Imagines :)

Imagine 10

You separated yourself from the bed sheets, yawning and stretching as you do so. You notice Justin isn't beside you as you remember him waking up to go to work. He was smiling, like he always was when he talked about his Beliebers. They obviously meant a lot to him. You jumped out of bed, brushing past the mirror as you noticed your hair mirrored a lion's mane and your face seemed pale, glowing brightly in the darkness of your room. You ripped the curtains apart, shielding your eyes from the sunlight. Damn, it shone a bit too bright. Your feet wobbled over too the bedside drawer, gulping down some water to hydrate your dry mouth. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, groaning when you heard your phone ring, indicating you had a text.

Sophie: Hey gurlfriend! Been ages since we've seen each other so make sure you come down to Derek's party tonight at 7pm. Anna's going cray cray since that is her crush and all. Luca's coming so make sure you come! xoxo

You smiled at her excitement, and you could literally feel your heart buzzing at the warm message she sent you. It's true. It's been forever since you've all hung out and this was the perfect opportunity but Justin wouldn't be too keen. Lately, he's been acting so weird. He's been following you around everywhere. Opening doors for you and even waiting outside the cubical when you went toilet. In the LADIES bathroom. It was getting annoying and really scared you. You shrugged it off, thinking Justin wouldn't mind ONE party. You trudged towards the shower, the water soaking you. You scrubbed at your hair, the scent of strawberries filling up your nostrils. You smiled as your remembered how Justin would sniff your hair. You stepped out the bath, rushing to your closet. Only an hour and a half left. You pushed articles of clothing away as you came across a cute, black dress. You fingertips glided across the material, feeling your fingertips become sweaty. You took it off it's hanger, sliding it onto yourself with ease. It fit perfectly, your curves visible. You felt truly gorgeous and for once you didn't need Justin to tell you that. You pulled it down. Your strode over to your dresser, wondering on how to do your hair.
"What to do?" You muttered, brushing your hair out before an idea came to your head. You worked you way through your hair, you fingers becoming lazy, aching after your hard work. You had finished your hair and stared on your make up. Brushes made their way to your face, and you had finally finished. You stared at yourself i the mirror, smoothing out your dress, turning at different angles to get a better angle. You sighed in relief as you noticed there was still half an hour remaining. You walked out of your room, a cold air blowing against you and made your way downstairs, grabbing your shoes. You loved them, they were a present from Justin on tour and were stunning. You toddled around the couches, practicing your footing and finally plopped down on the couch, satisfied with yourself. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, hearing a car pull into the driveway. Justin's car. You knew he wouldn't like the idea of you going out but he's treating you like a prisoner.
You heard keys being shoved into the lock and stood up, nervously smoothing out your black dress.
"Hey babe, I'm ho-"
He looked at you, dropping his keys into the bowl. He folded his arms, giving you a emotionless stare.
"Where are you going?" Justin asked, taking a long stride towards you.
You gulped, your hands suddenly feeling clammy. You've never felt like this, but because you hadn't asked for permission, it was sure a fight was to start.
"A party. With Anna, Luca and Sophie. It's been forever since we've hung out." You breathed out, tucking a loose piece of hair away from your worried eyes.
Justin opened his mouth but closed it again, deciding on his words.
"You're not going, unless I'm going."
"What?! No! It's just Derek's party!" You protested, throwing your arms into the air, your eyebrows furrowing.
"Exactly! He's a boy! I've never heard of a girl named Derek! I'm coming with y-" You cut him off, stopping him from grabbing his jacket.
"NO! I am sick and tired of this Justin! You follow me everywhere! I'm not your prisoner! I am going whether you like it or not!" You screeched, snatching his coat away from him. He gave you a cold hard stare, storming off into the kitchen. You groaned, hanging his coat back onto the hook. Your mind was telling you to go to the party but your heart was telling you to stay and make up with Justin. Even if he was over- protective, you gotta admit, it was sorta . . . cute.
You wondered into the kitchen, noticing Justin stuffed into the dining chair, his back towards you. You sighed, taking a seat beside him.
"Justin."
No answer.
His head was buried into the table, his arms clutching his head.
"Justin, look at me babe."
He hesitantly let go, looking up at you, his eyes like shattered glass. You felt tears well up at the sight of him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair ruffled up.
"I'm sorry babe, it's jus-"
"I'm scared."
You mouth slowly opened, your hands reaching for his.
"I'm scared that one day I'll lose you. That you'll go out all by yourself and some guy will grab you and . . . a-and you'll lose i-interest in m-me." He whispered, his voice cracking as he laced your fingers together.
You gazed at him in shock. Never did you think this would be the reason why.
"Justin, you are NEVER going to lose me. You just have to trust me. I will never lose interest in you, because I love you, ok?" You sternly replied, kissing his fingertips softly. He nodded understandingly. You let your mouth hover there for a while before dragging your chair out, pulling him out of his chair too.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.
You loved each other and that's all that mattered.

(Quotev-Selina)