You let your eyes trail over every single clothing item in the closet. When you can’t find anything, you let out a frustrated huff and sit down on the bed. Staring into the empty air, you let your thoughts wander and that is exactly how Justin finds you ten minutes later. Sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but underwear. You’re brought out of your own little world when he starts to talk.
“Babe, what are you doing? Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Justin asks and even though he tries his best to hide it, you can still hear the slight frantic undertone in his voice.
“I-I… I don’t think I’m going, Justin.” You mumble, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Slowly, you wrap your arms around yourself as some sort of attempt to cover up.
“What-why? I thought you wanted to tonight? You’ve been talking about it all week,” Justin protests quietly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
You sigh softly, afraid he would ask that question. You couldn’t tell him the real reason, could you? He wouldn’t understand. Twiddling your thumbs, you drag out the time while trying to come up with some kind of excuse that Justin would believe.
You hated lying to Justin, but right now that seemed like the best option for you. It’s Justin Bieber we’re talking about, for crying out loud. The flawless, caring and talented teenage boy. He wouldn’t understand your problems.
“I just don’t feel too good, that’s all. Might have caught something.” The excuse comes out of your mouth shakily and quiet, the lack of confident is obvious. Both of you know that.
You know that Justin knows you lied, so you sit patiently - waiting for him to say the first word. He looks at you, “We both know that’s a lie, babe. You’ve been bouncing around the house all the day. There is no way you are getting sick. Now tell me the real reason why you don’t want to go with me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go with you,” you’re quick to protest before continuing. “I just… I don’t want to go there with myself. I mean… I just don’t have anything to wear, Justin. I look fat in everything, my hair is a mess and my makeup is messed up and-”
“Hey, hey. Hush now. I don’t want those words to come out of your mouth again, okay? You’re beautiful.” Justin cuts you off, a small smile on his lips.
“No, Justin! I’m not beautiful nor will I ever be. Can’t you see that? You’re too good for me.”
Justin’s hazel eyes widen and he strides across the room until he’s standing in front of you. He raises his eyebrow again, as if to dare you to repeat it again. Justin confirms this when he opens his mouth, “What did you just say?”
“I said that you’re too good for me.” You mumble, admitting it right away. It is better than to pretend it didn’t come out of your mouth.
His eyes blaze for a second and you scoot back a few inches, suddenly afraid of how he would react. Is he mad?
“I don’t want to hear those fucking words ever again. I’ll never be too good for you. And why the hell can’t you just say thank you when I call you beautiful? Is it that damn hard?”
Justin’s voice is noticeably louder now and you whimper quietly. Never had this crossed your mind as a possible outcome when you would tell Justin you weren’t going. He is usually so caring and understanding when it comes to these kind of things.
“It is hard! Because I don’t see myself as a beautiful girl, Justin. Every day, I’ll see pictures of you with fans and all I can think about is how beautiful those girls are. I can’t help it. It’s just how my mind works!”
You’re on the verge of tears now and it is noticeable from your voice. Justin’s face softens at this, but there is still a look of determination in his eyes that makes you slightly curious. He sighs quietly, feeling conflicted.
“Babe… You’re just as beautiful as those girls, if not more. I love you for you. Your looks are just a big bonus for me. I fell in love with your personality. I just wish you’d realize that you are beautiful.”
“I can’t, Justin… It’s not the same as deciding to go to the store or decide to dye your hair. I can’t just decide that I want to believe that I’m beautiful. It doesn’t work that way!”
“Why can’t it work that way though? I can help you. Please? I just want you to admit that you’re pretty.”
You huff, crossing your arms. Justin’s continuous pestering is starting to get to you and you don’t know what to do. You want to prove him wrong, you really do, but at the same time there is this part of you that really wants him to be right.
Before you can decide on either of the two choices you ended up with, Justin has tackled you down in the bed. He straddles you and suddenly his fingers ghost over your sides, a mischievous grin on his lips.
You squeal, trying to wriggle your way out of his strong hold, but there is no use. Giggle after giggle escapes you and it doesn’t take long until you’re struggling for air. Trying to talk is practically impossible, but you need Justin to stop.
“S-stop! It tickles!” You barely get it out, but Justin hears it and it causes him to smirk.
“Say it. I want you to say it, okay? Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let you go. It’s not that hard. C'mon.” Justin smirks, knowing that you have reached your own conflict. You pout to yourself, shaking your head.
“Then I’m not gonna stop.” He shrugs innocently as he continues his previous task.
“F-fine. I’ll say it! Just… Stop.” You giggle, giving up.
Justin lets go of you, just like that. Before you have the chance to change your mind and run away - which you had originally planned - he grabs your hand in his own. Slowly, he pulls you up from the safeness of the covers and drags you along.
You don’t have time to question him and soon you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Justin stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. You look to the floor, not too sure of where this is leading.
Justin places his index finger under your chin, gently pulling it upwards. “Look in the mirror.”
When you do, you meet his soft smile in the clear frame as he stands behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. A small, unsure smile tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Do you see those eyes, Y/N? They’re beautiful. I could get lost in them every second of every day. There’s nothing wrong with your hair. I love it when it’s messy because it shows me that you aren’t afraid to be yourself around me,” Justin pauses, licking his lip.
“And I hate it when you complain about your body. You’re perfect to me, okay? I wouldn’t care if you have long or short legs or if you’re not stick thin. I think you’re beautiful and I want you to see it to. Every time I see you enter the room or when I get a text from you, I can’t help but smile. You make my day, Y/N and I love you. Now say it, please. I want to hear you say you’re beautiful.”
“I-I…” You trail of, swallowing hard. Are you really going to do this?
“C'mon, baby. You can say it. I wanna hear you say it.” Justin encourages softly, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I… I’m beautiful.” You stutter, studying yourself in the mirror. “I’m beautiful.”
“There you go! You said it,” Justin mumbles against your skin, taking you into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” He says excitedly while twirling around on the floor with you in his arms.
“Now, let’s get your fabulous body dressed so we can go to that award show!”
“Babe, what are you doing? Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Justin asks and even though he tries his best to hide it, you can still hear the slight frantic undertone in his voice.
“I-I… I don’t think I’m going, Justin.” You mumble, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Slowly, you wrap your arms around yourself as some sort of attempt to cover up.
“What-why? I thought you wanted to tonight? You’ve been talking about it all week,” Justin protests quietly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
You sigh softly, afraid he would ask that question. You couldn’t tell him the real reason, could you? He wouldn’t understand. Twiddling your thumbs, you drag out the time while trying to come up with some kind of excuse that Justin would believe.
You hated lying to Justin, but right now that seemed like the best option for you. It’s Justin Bieber we’re talking about, for crying out loud. The flawless, caring and talented teenage boy. He wouldn’t understand your problems.
“I just don’t feel too good, that’s all. Might have caught something.” The excuse comes out of your mouth shakily and quiet, the lack of confident is obvious. Both of you know that.
You know that Justin knows you lied, so you sit patiently - waiting for him to say the first word. He looks at you, “We both know that’s a lie, babe. You’ve been bouncing around the house all the day. There is no way you are getting sick. Now tell me the real reason why you don’t want to go with me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go with you,” you’re quick to protest before continuing. “I just… I don’t want to go there with myself. I mean… I just don’t have anything to wear, Justin. I look fat in everything, my hair is a mess and my makeup is messed up and-”
“Hey, hey. Hush now. I don’t want those words to come out of your mouth again, okay? You’re beautiful.” Justin cuts you off, a small smile on his lips.
“No, Justin! I’m not beautiful nor will I ever be. Can’t you see that? You’re too good for me.”
Justin’s hazel eyes widen and he strides across the room until he’s standing in front of you. He raises his eyebrow again, as if to dare you to repeat it again. Justin confirms this when he opens his mouth, “What did you just say?”
“I said that you’re too good for me.” You mumble, admitting it right away. It is better than to pretend it didn’t come out of your mouth.
His eyes blaze for a second and you scoot back a few inches, suddenly afraid of how he would react. Is he mad?
“I don’t want to hear those fucking words ever again. I’ll never be too good for you. And why the hell can’t you just say thank you when I call you beautiful? Is it that damn hard?”
Justin’s voice is noticeably louder now and you whimper quietly. Never had this crossed your mind as a possible outcome when you would tell Justin you weren’t going. He is usually so caring and understanding when it comes to these kind of things.
“It is hard! Because I don’t see myself as a beautiful girl, Justin. Every day, I’ll see pictures of you with fans and all I can think about is how beautiful those girls are. I can’t help it. It’s just how my mind works!”
You’re on the verge of tears now and it is noticeable from your voice. Justin’s face softens at this, but there is still a look of determination in his eyes that makes you slightly curious. He sighs quietly, feeling conflicted.
“Babe… You’re just as beautiful as those girls, if not more. I love you for you. Your looks are just a big bonus for me. I fell in love with your personality. I just wish you’d realize that you are beautiful.”
“I can’t, Justin… It’s not the same as deciding to go to the store or decide to dye your hair. I can’t just decide that I want to believe that I’m beautiful. It doesn’t work that way!”
“Why can’t it work that way though? I can help you. Please? I just want you to admit that you’re pretty.”
You huff, crossing your arms. Justin’s continuous pestering is starting to get to you and you don’t know what to do. You want to prove him wrong, you really do, but at the same time there is this part of you that really wants him to be right.
Before you can decide on either of the two choices you ended up with, Justin has tackled you down in the bed. He straddles you and suddenly his fingers ghost over your sides, a mischievous grin on his lips.
You squeal, trying to wriggle your way out of his strong hold, but there is no use. Giggle after giggle escapes you and it doesn’t take long until you’re struggling for air. Trying to talk is practically impossible, but you need Justin to stop.
“S-stop! It tickles!” You barely get it out, but Justin hears it and it causes him to smirk.
“Say it. I want you to say it, okay? Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let you go. It’s not that hard. C'mon.” Justin smirks, knowing that you have reached your own conflict. You pout to yourself, shaking your head.
“Then I’m not gonna stop.” He shrugs innocently as he continues his previous task.
“F-fine. I’ll say it! Just… Stop.” You giggle, giving up.
Justin lets go of you, just like that. Before you have the chance to change your mind and run away - which you had originally planned - he grabs your hand in his own. Slowly, he pulls you up from the safeness of the covers and drags you along.
You don’t have time to question him and soon you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Justin stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. You look to the floor, not too sure of where this is leading.
Justin places his index finger under your chin, gently pulling it upwards. “Look in the mirror.”
When you do, you meet his soft smile in the clear frame as he stands behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. A small, unsure smile tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Do you see those eyes, Y/N? They’re beautiful. I could get lost in them every second of every day. There’s nothing wrong with your hair. I love it when it’s messy because it shows me that you aren’t afraid to be yourself around me,” Justin pauses, licking his lip.
“And I hate it when you complain about your body. You’re perfect to me, okay? I wouldn’t care if you have long or short legs or if you’re not stick thin. I think you’re beautiful and I want you to see it to. Every time I see you enter the room or when I get a text from you, I can’t help but smile. You make my day, Y/N and I love you. Now say it, please. I want to hear you say you’re beautiful.”
“I-I…” You trail of, swallowing hard. Are you really going to do this?
“C'mon, baby. You can say it. I wanna hear you say it.” Justin encourages softly, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I… I’m beautiful.” You stutter, studying yourself in the mirror. “I’m beautiful.”
“There you go! You said it,” Justin mumbles against your skin, taking you into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” He says excitedly while twirling around on the floor with you in his arms.
“Now, let’s get your fabulous body dressed so we can go to that award show!”
Me:I can't wait to see Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber:*Stands next to me* Oh do you mean me?
Me:OMB!!Hi Justin Bieber...I didn't see you there :D
Justin:So are you here to see me during one of my shows?
Me:Yes I am.I'm really happy and excited to see you :D
Justin:Aww thanks!!I really appreciate all your support :)
Me:I love you Justin and all your songs.
Justin-Thanks again :)
Me:You're welcome
Justin:By the way what's your name?
Me:Ariella
Justin:Well Ariella it was nice seeing you.I have to go and get on stage.I'll see you soon.Bye
Me:Bye Justin. :)
(A minute later)
Justin:*Sings Boyfriend*
Me:*Holds up a sign that says Justin Bieber Is Cute*
(3 mintutes later)
Justin:*Finishes the song then leaves the stage*
Me:*Sees Justin* Justin you did great!!!
Justin:Thanks..girlfriend ;)
Me:What??!!
Justin:Do you wanna be my girlfriend??
Me:YES!!!!!!! :D
The End.
Justin Bieber:*Stands next to me* Oh do you mean me?
Me:OMB!!Hi Justin Bieber...I didn't see you there :D
Justin:So are you here to see me during one of my shows?
Me:Yes I am.I'm really happy and excited to see you :D
Justin:Aww thanks!!I really appreciate all your support :)
Me:I love you Justin and all your songs.
Justin-Thanks again :)
Me:You're welcome
Justin:By the way what's your name?
Me:Ariella
Justin:Well Ariella it was nice seeing you.I have to go and get on stage.I'll see you soon.Bye
Me:Bye Justin. :)
(A minute later)
Justin:*Sings Boyfriend*
Me:*Holds up a sign that says Justin Bieber Is Cute*
(3 mintutes later)
Justin:*Finishes the song then leaves the stage*
Me:*Sees Justin* Justin you did great!!!
Justin:Thanks..girlfriend ;)
Me:What??!!
Justin:Do you wanna be my girlfriend??
Me:YES!!!!!!! :D
The End.