Justin Bieber Imagines (Completed)

Daddy Daughter Day

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"Justin, you promised her." You sigh.

"I know I did. Can you stop making it worse, I already feel terrible." He says as he ties his tie.

"But she's your daughter, why can't this wait?"

"I'll make it up to her some other time." He starts searching around for his phone.

"You said that the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that." You fold your arms.

"I know. But this time I mean it."

"Well good luck breaking it to her."

"Daddy! It's ready!" Your sweet little girl, Ava, calls.

You give Justin a look saying 'you're going to hurt her so badly'.

"I know (y/n). But Scooter can't reschedule this."

"Daddy?" Ava knocks on the door and opens it.

She's wearing a pink too too and a plastic tiara.

"Hey baby." He picks her up.

"You're not going to work are you?" She asks, her bottom lip pouting.

"I'm sorry baby girl. Daddy was called in." He sighs.

"But you promised." Her eyes get glassy. It breaks your's and Justin's heart.

"I'll make it up to you some other time. I promise." He tries to persuade her.

"No. Stop lying to me. You're mean and don't ever want to speak to you again!" Tears now streaming down her cheeks.

She wiggles in his arms to let herself down. She then runs down the hallway, into the room and shuts the door.

For a four year old she's very opinionated.

"Fudge." Justin sits on the bed with his face in his hands. "I'm such an awful father."

"Hey, you're not an awful father. You're just a very busy one." You sit down next to him.

"Also known as an awful father."

His phone beeps, he checks it and you read over his shoulder.

Message from Scooter

Justin where are you?

He sighs getting up. "I have to go. Please talk to her for me?"

"I'll try." You peck his lips. "Love you."

"You're the only one in this house who does at the moment." He mumbles.

"Hey, don't talk like that. She loves you, even when she's mad." You lift his chin up.

He brings you in for a deep kiss.

"I'll see you later." He says before exiting out the room.

You follow him out but then go into Ava's room. You see she's flipped over her tea table and torn up a few drawings. She's laying on her bed with her face pressed into her pillow, sobbing.

"Hey baby, you okay?" You sit on her bed.

"N-no. D-daddy's mean. H-he's a bad d-daddy." She cries.