Justin Bieber #Imagines

#14 Imagine

Every day got you just a little more uncomfortable with Justin. You loved him with everything you had and you knew that you two were very, very serious. Hopefully, that meant you'd be spending a long time with each other. What that also meant, though, was that Justin was beginning to get a little impatient with you. It was like every time you had some alone time and things started getting hot and heavy, you lost a new article of clothing. The first time it was just your shirt; you had been wearing a tank top underneath. But then, oops, that flew off the next time, and so on and so forth. You knew what was happening, you weren't dumb; you knew that Justin wanted to be sexually active with you. It made you nervous and overthink things. "Come on," he'd try to convince you, and then once you pulled away and fixed your clothes, things would get really quiet and awkward and resulted in him taking you home. You couldn't tell what you wanted, to be honest. Did you want to just get it over with? Or did you want to wait more? No...you definitely wanted to wait more. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the elephant in the room. It was getting harder to resist. You were going to give in to Justin sooner rather than later, that charming bastard. And you were right. "(Y/N), do you not love me?" Justin whispered after a particularly intense make-out that had almost resulted in actual sex. He was on top of you, almost naked, just like you. Both of you were gasping for air and you were trying to find the will to get your clothes on and run out of there, but you couldn't do it. You couldn't move. The way Justin was looking at you, the way the atmosphere felt so perfect, you felt it in your best interest to stay. But you were too nervous. You were too cautious to do this. "I'm just scared, Jay." you whispered, avoiding eye contact. "Why are you scared?" he questioned, stroking some hair out of your face. You smiled lightly at the sweet gesture, but it wasn't enough to calm the racing of your heart. "What if something happens?" you whispered, squirming uncomfortably underneath him at the little conversation you were having. "I don't want anything bad to happen. I don't want to get pregnant or anything. I'm too young for that." Justin chuckled and shook his head, pressing a few kisses to your face. Those did the trick to calm you down. "Nothing bad is going to happen," he promised you, his eyes raking over your body shamelessly. "Even if something did happen, do you really think I'd just make a run for it?" You shook your head slowly; Justin was too kind, too supportive for that to happen. That was how he'd broken through the small, weakened barrier. That was how he'd convinced you to give yourself to him completely. That was how you'd been pressured into having sex. And that was how you managed to end up pregnant. You'd been staring down at the positive test for almost ten minutes, reliving the events that had led you to this moment over and over again. The tears had stopped pouring after a few minutes, but you were still getting a little choked up. This was exactly what you'd been trying to avoid. How could you be pregnant? How could you let this happen? You were young. You wanted to go out and do things and live your life to the fullest. Never had you thought about being a mother at your ripe age. You couldn't even remember ever thinking about having kids; it had been something you wanted to plan further down the road. Too late for that now, though. How were you going to tell Justin? You'd only ever had sex one other time since the first time, and that had just been last week. Fresh tears of frustration welled up in your eyes again and you threw the test across the bathroom, putting your face in your hands. Your whole life had changed in just a matter of minutes. Your entire future depended on this pregnancy. What were you going to do? You had to tell Justin , that was for sure. And as soon as possible. You dug your phone out of your pocket and dialed his number, unsure as to whether you were furious or miserable or numb. It went to voicemail the first time, but the second time you called, he picked up. "What's the deal, babe?" was his greeting, a little laugh at the end of his statement. This was no time to laugh now, and you were definitely not going to beat around the bush. "I can't do this over the phone," you sighed, talking more to yourself than to Justin. "What?" This time, Jay sounded a little worried. "Come over as soon as you can, please," was all you told him before hanging up. You spent the next forty-five minutes pacing around your flat, cleaning and trying to entertain yourself before eventually just giving in to your nerves. Like you'd given in to everything else. The knock at your door made your heart drop to your stomach, and when you answered it, you were faced with a solemn Justin. "Hey," you greeted him, letting him inside. He kicked off his shoes out of habit before asking, "What's this about?" You hadn't planned how you were going to break the news to him, so you figured spilling the truth out front wouldn't hurt. It was going to be like ripping off a Band-Aid. "I'm pregnant." You spoke slowly and cautiously, the volume of your words very low. Justin seemed to freeze. He had nearly froze in mid-step, and his eyes had glazed over as he stared at nothing that you could see. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head, registering your outburst. You could only watch it all unfold, standing in front of him awkwardly with your arms folded across your chest protectively. You knew he'd react like this, but you also had to know the question that had been haunting you since you'd found out. Would he stay with you? "If you don't want to have this baby with me, you need to leave," you whispered, nodding your head towards the front door. You'd have to try a brave front right now, as scared as you felt on the inside. You couldn't let Justin see how terrified you were. But he, as always, saw right through you. It was as if your words had managed to break through whatever trance he'd been in and before your brain could even process it, his arms were around you tightly and his lips were on yours in a desperate kiss. "I love you," he gasped once he'd pulled away from you. "I'm not going to leave you like this, with my baby. Are you going to keep it?" The thought put you off a little. You hadn't even thought that far yet. "I don't want to kill it," you whispered, looking down at your feet. "But I also don't think I'm ready to be a mother yet. Do you feel ready to be a father?" Justin shrugged, offering a half-smile. "Things change. Our priorities will change once this baby comes along." You knew he had a point. Things were normal right now. Right now, all you could think about was yourself. How your parents and family would react, how Jay's family would react, how the rest of the world would react. It was already overwhelming just to think about. But if Justin was certain you could do it, then maybe you had to give the situation some credit. "I'm still mad at you," you grumbled, hitting his chest lightly. "If you hadn't wanted my body so badly, this would have never happened." Justin chuckled and was about to protest, but he shut his mouth, choosing to think of a response instead. He then nodded, shrugging his shoulders as you walked away from him and into the kitchen to try and think of how to break the news to your mother and father carefully. "At least the prettiest girl in the world is having my baby because of my lust," he grinned, plopping down beside you. "Hopefully the baby gets your genes." You blushed, not used to the topic of babies being brought up with Justin. You still had a lot of talking and planning to do, but not that at least accepting the situation and telling Justin was out of the way, you could focus on the less important things. It was going to get harder, but you and Justin were going to get closer. And no matter how you felt about being pregnant at a young age, you would take full responsibility and love this baby unconditionally. There was no denying that