Bieber Imagines :)

Imagine 11

I ruffled my hair once more in the mirror hoping to give it some life but it was no use. I applied my favorite clear lip gloss that made my lips pop out and irresistible to Justin. Tonight was our one year anniversary and I was over excited with joy. To make sure it was perfect I wore neutral color make up for my eyes that made them pop and a nice elegant black spaghetti strap dress and heels. Justin said I looked incredible in it when I wore it the one time for one of his red carpet things. I wore a nice pair of silver earrings and heart necklace that Justin had gotten me for my birthday. The door bell went off and I jumped. Not because I was scared but because I was excited. I kind of jogged to the door since I was in heels and yanked it open. Justin stood there. White tank top and black pants that hung almost all of the way off of his but. A bottle of Jack in one hand and his car keys in the other. He was drunk, again.
"Hey honey," I smiled. Maybe he wasn't so drunk to ruin our night. He stumbled into my flat and pasted me. The amount of alcohol on his body told me that he was plastered. I noticed there was a taxi cab in front. I rolled my eyes before grabbing my spare twenty from under my mail holder. Quickly I ran out to the taxi cab and made my way back in. The bottle of Jack had been tossed to the floor and spilled. I shut the door before going over and picking it up. As I was bent over Justin came up behind me and thrusted himself against my behind. His hands cupped my hips and he pulled me closer. I stood up straight and put the bottle on the counter. I looked over my shoulder at him.
"Baby I am so fucking horny right now," he muttered. He gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek before trying to push his lips to mine. I turned around and looked at him. His eyes trailed me from head to toe before smiling wide. "Damn baby I can't control myself around your beautiful fine ass."
"Justin you're drunk. It's our anniversary," I blurted. His eyes met mine.
"Who cares? As long as we are together-" he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him "and happy and enjoying ourselves we are fine," he told me. I put my hands on his shoulders. He pressed himself against me. He wasn't lying about being horny because I could feel his growing erection against me. His lips pressed against my neck right under my ear. "Come on baby let's be happy."
"Honey I don't want to do it like this," I muttered. I pushed him away and looked at him. He looked like he was about to get frustrated like he does at his untold boxing matches.
"You want me and I know it," he stated. He pinned me against the wall and laid a big sloppy one on my neck.
"Justin stop. Please," I pleaded. After a few moments I gathered the strength and pushed him away.
"Jesus fucking Christ Emily. We have been together for a fucking year. Doesn't that mean I earn the right to fuck the love in you?" he snapped. What he said didn't make sense that much but I knew where he was going.
"Not drunk the first time," I told him. I went to walk around him to go to the phone and cancel our dinner reservations when he did the same thing. Pinned me against the wall. This time he had his hand under my dress and heading for my private area. My hand raced down there and grabbed his hand. Our eyes met. "Please. Not like this."
"Come on," he groaned. He grabbed my hand back and moved it so it was over my head. I used all of my strength with my other hand and shoved him away. Out of nowhere his fist swung back and hit my face. I staggered backwards against the wall and gawked at him. Tears swarmed down my face as I let the pain sink in. The love of my life had just hit me. He never did that. Whenever he got angry he took walks or went to the gym. Never took it out at me. He gawked at me for a second before realizing what he had done. "Baby I am so so so so sorry," he said as he reached for me. I dodged and went the other way. I still faced him with the tears going down my face.
"Go away Justin!" I shouted at him.
"Baby please," he muttered through his own tears.
"No! Go!" I cried. I spun around and ran straight to my room. I slammed the door before locking it and falling onto my bed. I let my tears take over and rock me to sleep. What had happened scared me and I didn't know what to do about it.

Next Day

I gawked at myself in the mirror. The skin around my eye was swollen and black and blue. Justin had given me a black eye. Tears fell from my hazel eyes and down my cheeks. I looked away from the mirror and let out a small sob. Footsteps in the living room caught my attention. I didn't know if Justin had left last night because I ignored his pleading yells and bangs against my bedroom door. I tiptoed out of my room and down the hallway. My living room had been decorated like a ball. The couch had been moved all the way against the wall. Rose pedals all of the floor with pink balloons. I walked further into the living room. The stereo was on but wasn't playing anything, at least not yet. I wiped my tears away.
"Finally you're up," he muttered. I spun around and took a few steps away from him. He was wearing a tuxedo without the bow tie. He held a small black velvet box in one hand and paper in the other. My heart was racing and I could hear my breathing pick up. I moved my head so my bangs, well what I considered bangs, fell over the black eye he had given to me. I could see the sadness in his eyes. He knew exactly what he had did and was regretting it. Slowly he walked over to me, but not too close. He held out the piece of paper to me. "Read it Emily." My eyes searched his before taking it. He was being sincere and caring. My eyes scanned the paper. He was going to take anger management classes along with alcoholic anonymous. He was admitting to his problems and was going to try to fix them. I looked up at him and he smirked a little.
"You're going to get help?" I mumbled.
"Emily Haggerty, last night was the worst night of my life and it wasn't what I wanted it to be. I shouldn't have agreed to drinks after the radio session. I should have gone to my flat and gotten ready for the night that should have been the best one for the both of us. I am sorry for hitting you the way I did. I shouldn't have done that and I know my words are useless because they won't take the pain or memory away. But Emily," he closed the space between the two of us and got down on one knee "I am willing to spend the rest of my life making it up to you everyday I have you. Will you find it in your heart to forgive me and be my wife?" He opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring that had my birth stones on either side of the diamond. Tears swarmed my eyes and I could see that they were taking over his. I dropped the paper out of my hand before putting my hand over my mouth. I didn't want the happy sobs to escape because they sounded a whole lot like my sad ones. I loved Justin and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him. "Emily I love you."
"I love you too," I muttered as I moved my hand. His watery eyes seek mine and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "And I would love nothing more than to be your wife." He jumped to his feet and engulfed me into a massive love hug. After a long moment of a strong hug he pulled away and put the ring on my left ring finger. Our eyes met, I hadn't realized the hair was out of the way. More tears fell from his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him and hid my face in his chest.
"Emily I promise that I will make it up to you and that I will never forgive myself for that," he muttered. I sobbed quietly into his chest and held him closer to me.
"I love you."
"I love you."

One Year Later

Justin graduated from both alcoholic annonymous and anger management and was doing better. He had even gotten back into his old habits like he used to. Hockey, singing, helping others, and of course spoiling me. I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Stunning if you ask me," my dad said. I looked over my shoulder at my dad. "It's time." He held his arm out to me and I grabbed it. I nodded my head before walking out of the room with him. We walked slowly to the room where the ceremony was being held. We turned the corner to the entrance. Everyone was standing and looked amazing. At the end of the aisle was the gorgeous handsome god, Justin. I took a deep breath before walking down the aisle with my dad. At the end of the aisle my dad released me into Justin's hands so the Priest could do his thing. He removed the veil covering my face and told me in a quiet voice that I absolutely more beautiful and stunning than he could have ever imagined. Justin and I just gazed into each others eyes the entire time. Looking into each others souls and appreciating it. [So sue me, I don't know how it is the entire wedding mumbo jumbo goes with the I do's and stuff]
"Do you Justin take Emily to be your wife in sickness and in health?" the Priest asked.
"I do," Justin answered.
"Do you Emily take Justin to be your husband in sickness and in health?" the Priest asked.
"I do," I answered.
"The rings," the Priest announced. Justin and I both grabbed the wedding rings and put it on one another. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Justin pulled me into his arms before kissing me. My arms found their place around his neck.

Justin and Emily lived happily ever after. They had two kids, one boy and one give. Drew Jacob Bieber and Samantha Rose Bieber. Justin had retired his singer career a year after their marriage. The two grew old together and even died on the same day moments apart. Justin kept his promise and did everything in his power to make it up to Emily every day for the rest of her life for that one night.

(Another Quotev love story)