Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Guilty..." (Ayah)

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*Justin's POV*

Ayah throws her head back laughing as the waiter fills both her and my glass back up.

"Thank you." I tell him, my voice wavering with laughter.

Ayah nods, thanks the waiter, then bursts out laughing again.

Whenever she's around me, I'm the happiest I've ever been. She makes my whole day brighter.

Ayah recovers from her laughing-fit and her face turns serious. "But, honestly, Jay. What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"I told you, baby," I reach out for her hand and lace our fingers together. "I'm in the studio with Chris tomorrow."

"I know you are, but my parents are only in town for one night, and they want to meet you so badly..." She hangs her head low was I bite my lip.

I hate hurting her feelings, and I hate lying to her even more, but I can't help it. Meeting Ayah's parents means getting even more serious with her, and getting even more serious with her means she falls in love with me, and if she falls in love with me that creates a bigger chance for me to hurt her.

I've had a few girlfriends in my life, but I've never liked one as much as I like Ayah. I really don't want to hurt her.

"I'm sorry, love," I rub circles around the back of her hand. "I would love to go, I would, but I just can't."

She takes a deep breath, then sighs. "Okay, okay, I guess you'll just have to…meet each other later."

I nod. "Thank you for understanding, Ayah."

She nods, too.

"I love you." I remind her.

"I love you, too."

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"I'm heading out!" I hear Ayah call from downstairs.

I slip a beanie onto my head, shove my phone into my pocket, and walk down to her.

My eyes flicker up and down her body. She's wearing a simple, elegant dress that wouldn't look as good as it does on her on any other woman wearing it. She looks sexy af. Damn.

I lick my lips and she giggles, crossing her hands over his chest insecurely.

I run to her, pull her arms down and take her hands in mine.

I kiss her lips. "I love you, and you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Justin," She replied, carrying out the 'n.'

"You're welcome, Ayah," I mock her playfully; carrying out the 'ah.'

She pulls her hands out of mine and grabs her purse off the table behind her. "I'll see you soon."