Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

You & Your Bf Fight

You wiped your tears before you stepped out your car into the freezing cold. You shivered and pulled your jacket closer to your body.

You went up to your best friend Justin's door and knocked on it softly. You knew he was the only one actually there for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on, exactly like how you did now.

You were just coming from your 'boyfriends' house. You had gone over there to invite him to the Christmas dinner your family was having. When you opened his front door with the key he gave you, you heard romantic music on upstairs. Curiously, you followed the music to outside his bed room and when you swung it open, you felt the bile rise in your throat.

Before you, your so-called boyfriend was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room with an ass-naked woman sitting on top of him shoving her boobs into his face.

After you came out of the shock from the sight in front of you, you cursed them both out heavily and made sure to add a threat or two into the mix of the profanities. When that was done, you left criying and you made your way over to Justin's house.

You felt as if you were about to cry again-you really thought that bastard could've actually been the one for you, until now of course.

Justin swung his front door open with the biggest smile but soon turned into a frown when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

"Y/N," he said in a soft voice, "What the hell happened?"

Without even answering, you ran into his arms and began to cry. For the first couple seconds, you guessed he was shocked because his arms stayed at his sides but he soon began to rub your back soothingly.

"C'mon, let's go inside," he said as he led you inside.

He continued to lead you until you reached the couch and sat down. You wiped your eyes then put your hands over them.

"Hey," Justin said as he touched your wrists, "What's wrong baby girl?"

He pulled your wrists away from your eyes then put your palms to his lips and kissed them softly.

You sniffled and looked down before explaining exactly what had gone down before you made your way over to his house. When you looked back up, you saw Justin's fists clenched with a pissed off look on his face.

"Justin," you whispered, "Calm down; it's not that serious."

"What do you mean it's not that serious?" he yelled as he jumped up off the couch. You shrunk back into the couch slightly, surprised by his sudden outburst. "Are you saying your feelings aren't that serious?"

His face was tomato red and you knew if he wasn't practically yelling at you right now that you'd be laughing.

"Y/N, you go after all these losers each and every time!" he ran his hand through his hair angrily and began pacing, "I've known you for almost 11 years and you always go after the guys and they always end up breaking your heart!"

"Justin-"

"Why can't you open your big brown eyes and realize that you have a perfectly good man that loves you standing right in front of you? Huh?" he yelled but then stopped pacing, most likely realizing what he had said.

"What?" you whispered.

"You heard me," he said much softer.

"Y-you love me?"

"I have loved you from the day we met," he replied.

You felt your heart stop beating before it started again, except 20 times faster than normal.

Before you could process it, you jumped off the couch and into his arms, pressing your lips against his.