Justin Bieber Imagines

Forced marriage Part 1 *rewritten*

I cannot believe my parents are actually making me do this! How in the world is it okay for them to arrange for me to be married to a guy I don't even know, a guy that I haven't even talked to before? The only thing I know about the guy is that his name is Justin and according to our mutual friends, he's a bit of a jerk, especially when it comes to girls. Apparently, my mother knows Justin's mother, and since we also have mutual friends, he isn't a complete stranger, I just don't know him in person.

I had been laying on my queen-sized bed the day my parents had told me that I was going to marry Justin. "Honey, you're getting married" they had told me. I remember the day clearly, and at first, I thought my parents were just kidding, but they weren't... "His name is Justin, and we believe that he is perfect for you and your ambitions for your life" mother told me, but her eyes told me the complete opposite. After a few minutes of silence, it finally occurred to me that they were dead serious, which made my blood boil. "You can't force me to marry a guy that I've never met!" I had told them. They had just looked at each other, then back at me and nodded their heads. "As long as you live under my roof, you will do exactly as we say!" father had told me, then they both left my room, and I could quietly cry myself to sleep. To tell you the truth, my parents are very rich and famous, and I believe they're only doing this to increase their status in the media; they never actually loved me.

Throughout the next few months my parents forced me to hang out with this Justin-guy. When I tell you that my friends were right, it really wasn't an understatement. Justin drinks, smokes and takes absolutely every possibility to bang a girl. To my understanding we sometimes didn't even know the names of the girls he slept with. Unfortunately, my parents forced us to see each other mostly in public to make sure we got ourselves some publicity, which Justin loved! They even forced us to kiss, and it's not exactly a stranger's tongue you want down your throat every single time a paparazzi showed up.

Fast forward a few months more, and today was the dreaded day. Today I was getting married to Justin, even though I had my begged my parents not to let this happen. I tried to get the best out of the situation, which meant I had gone all out on my wedding dress. I had commanded all of the most expensive details, but to my dismay my parents just went along with it and paid for all of it. To tell you the truth, I was actually really in love with my wedding dress, it had all the things I ever imagined it should have on my wedding day, I just never imagined having to wear it on my wedding day to a guy I barely know and absolutely hate! Justin is basically the devil himself; he would always try and grab my ass, and whenever he tried, I would slap hit fingers away which only gained me a smirk back. He knew that I hated him, and to be honest, I also think that he hates me, and I'm completely fine with this. I was sure we weren't going to be married for long, I would soon file for divorce and leave him and my parents behind, forever! Aria, my best friend, came into the small room my parents had locked me into to make sure I wouldn't run away. "Hey girl" she said with a sympathetic smile. I did my best to smile back, then I turned back around and focused on putting on the final layer of mascara on my eyelashes. "Why are they forcing me to do this?" I asked Aria for the 100th time. Aria pouted and sat down beside me, she rested her head on my shoulder and intertwined our fingers. "We've had this talk so many times, just focus on what we agreed upon; in a few months you'll file for divorce and then we'll run away to the UK, just you and I" she told me. I bit down on my lip and nodded my head. My eyes were closed, and I could feel a tear run down my cheek. I hadn't cried since the day my parents told me I was getting married. "Please stop crying, Y/N, I will help you get out of this, it's gonna happen before you even realize that you guys were even married" Aria told me, which got me to take a deep breath and open my eyes. I moved a little closer to the mirror and gave my makeup a little touch up.

*Justin's POV*

"DUDE, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO A REAL CHICK TODAY!" Ryan yelled into my ears as he made his way into the room, I was getting ready in. I gave Ryan a cheeky smile and nodded my head. "Yeah, and mom believes she will be able to change me, like that's ever going to happen! The only reason I'm actually staying with that b*tch is because of the fame she'll be able to give me! All the girls are practically kneeling before me" I told Ryan with the biggest smirk on my face. "Cheers to that" he said back, and then I emptied my glass of champagne I had someone bring up to the room. I was putting on my tie, when Y/N's father came into the room. "Guys, get the hell out of here!" I hissed at the boy as they kept on whispering on the couch. They all got up and made faces at me, then they left. "Hello Mr. Y/L/N" I said as gentlemanly as I possibly could. I honestly thought I was going to puke. "Hey son. Listen, I need you to promise me that you'll take good care of Y/N. She's my little girl, and I do not want anything to ever happen to her. Are we clear?" Mr. Y/L/N demanded. I tried my best to keep a straight face, even though it was hard to do. "I promise you, she'll be safe with me" I told him. Mr. Y/L/N nodded his head, then he left the room, and I emptied another glass of champagne. I needed all the liquid luck I could get before having to say "I do" to Y/N. "I'll give her a time she'll never forget" I smirked to myself, then I left the room and walked into the church where both my family and Y/N's family were waiting.