Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Justin at Your Job

You ran your hand through your straight hair and smiled at the feeling. You were happy that you spent the extra money to have your usually big, curly, and time-consuming hair flat-ironed.

You had recently moved up north to Canada to continue your job as a pediatrician. In the process of moving, you left behind your family, friends, and old life just to have a job and you were regretting it more than ever.

Seeing that it was your first Christmas alone in years, you decided to at least fix yourself up to make the feeling of loneliness lessen with the feeling of your beauty from your beautiful honey skin and curves sent from the gods.

In Canada, you had a shabby apartment and hadn't even had the time to make friends because of your job as a doctor in the emergency room.

You sighed as you walked into your next patients' room and saw a little girl lying on the bed with tears in her eyes and a young man sitting in the chair with his head in his hands.

"Good afternoon, my name is Dr. Y/N," you said with a smile as you stood before the bed, "What do we have here?"

You walked closer to the girl and saw her left ankle was swollen.

"What happened here sweetie?" you asked as you lifted her ankle up gently and saw her wince.

She sniffled, "My brothers and I were playing in the snow then I fell and my ankle bent and it really hurts."

"Aw, I'm sorry sweetie. Do you mind if I touch it?"

She nodded with a pout and you gave her a said smile. You lifted it up as gently as you could and turned it slightly in your palm.

"Ow!" she cried out in pain.

"Hey!" the young man in the chair cried out.

You turned to him and felt your eyes go wide. You looked at the girl on the bed and then back to the young man.

"What are you doing to my sister?" he yelled.

"Holy shit!" you yelled, "You're Justin Bieber."

You felt like your brain was turning to mush and your eyeballs were about to roll out of your head.

"Well obviously!" he said as he rolled his eyes, "Can you please help my little sister and not hurt her?"

"Wait, when did you become a professional?"

You asked with attitude; Justin Bieber or not, nobody was going to come and be rude to you when they needed your help.

He ran his hand through his hair, "Can you please just help her?"

You rolled your eyes. You really thought everything the news said about him being a rude person was false, but now you had experienced it firsthand.

"Her ankles sprained, I can tell you that," you picked up the clip board at the end of the bed, "She'll need an x-ray to see how severe it is."

You look up at the clock and realize it's your break time. You write down everything else the other doctor or nurse would need to know.

"Where are you going?" you hear the male voice ask as you were about to walk out the room.

"I'm on break," you reply somewhat rudely before walking out the makeshift room.

You took a deep breath; you wouldn't let one little thing like that ruin your day. After entering the cafeteria, you grabbed a snack, sat down and took out your phone. You pretended to do something so you didn't look like the loner you really were.

"Excuse me, Y/N," you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

"Yes?" you turned around with curious eyes. A slight frown made its way onto your face as you saw who it was. "It's Dr. Y/N to you."

Why couldn't this pop singer just leave you alone? You knew girls would be killing to me in the position you were, but this Bieber kid really was a jerk.

"Y/N," he continued with a mischievous smile, "I just came to thank you for helping my sister and I wanted to apologize for being so rude to you earlier when all you were trying to do was help."

Your mouth fell open slightly? Was this kid seriously apologizing?

"Um, it's okay...you were worried for your sister and I completely understand that," you smiled slightly, "Where is your sister?"

"She's gone for an x-ray."

He walked over to the chair in front of you and pulled it out. You gave him a strange look as he sat down.

"What? I can't sit?" he smiled.

'Is he bipolar? One minute he's yelling at me and next he's smiling his face off," you thought, 'He could-'

"So, are you single?" he asked, tearing you out your thoughts.

"No, I'm married to my job," you replied.

"How does somebody that looks like you stay single?" He said wide eyed.

You felt your skin heat up but it wasn't like he could see it anyway-thank the Lord for your dark skin color.

"You can look, but you can't touch," you winked as you got up and threw the remainder of your snack.

You sighed internally because your break was over. Turning around, you saw him eying you and biting his lip.

You then bit your own lip to stifle your laugh-he was such a pervert.

'Too bad I'll never see him again,' you thought as you pushed through the cafeteria doors and made your way back to work.