te let your eyes trail over every single clothing item in the closet. When te can’t find anything, te let out a frustrated huff and sit down on the bed. Staring into the empty air, te let your thoughts wander and that is exactly how Justin finds te ten minuti 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 te doing? Why aren’t te dressed yet?” Justin asks and even though he tries his best to hide it, te can still hear the slight frantic undertone in his voice.
“I-I… I don’t think I’m going, Justin.” te mumble, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Slowly, te avvolgere your arms around yourself as some sort of attempt to cover up.
“What-why? I thought te wanted to tonight? You’ve been talking about it all week,” Justin protests quietly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
te sigh softly, afraid he would ask that question. te couldn’t tell him the real reason, could you? He wouldn’t understand. Twiddling your thumbs, te drag out the time while trying to come up with some kind of excuse that Justin would believe.
te 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 te know that.
te know that Justin knows te lied, so te 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 te are getting sick. Now tell me the real reason why te 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 te off, a small smile on his lips.
“No, Justin! I’m not beautiful nor will I ever be. Can’t te 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 te to repeat it again. Justin confirms this when he opens his mouth, “What did te just say?”
“I detto that you’re too good for me.” te mumble, admitting it right away. It is better than to pretend it didn’t come out of your mouth.
His eyes blaze for a secondo and te 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 te just say thank te when I call te beautiful? Is it that damn hard?”
Justin’s voice is noticeably louder now and te whimper quietly. Never had this crossed your mind as a possible outcome when te would tell Justin te 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 te with fan 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 te slightly curious. He sighs quietly, feeling conflicted.
“Babe… You’re just as beautiful as those girls, if not more. I Amore te for you. Your looks are just a big bonus for me. I fell in Amore with your personality. I just wish you’d realize that te are beautiful.”
“I can’t, Justin… It’s not the same as deciding to go to the store o 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 te to admit that you’re pretty.”
te huff, crossing your arms. Justin’s continuous pestering is starting to get to te and te don’t know what to do. te want to prove him wrong, te really do, but at the same time there is this part of te that really wants him to be right.
Before te can decide on either of the two choices te ended up with, Justin has tackled te down in the bed. He straddles te and suddenly his fingers ghost over your sides, a mischievous grin on his lips.
te squeal, trying to wriggle your way out of his strong hold, but there is no use. Giggle after giggle escapes te and it doesn’t take long until you’re struggling for air. Trying to talk is practically impossible, but te need Justin to stop.
“S-stop! It tickles!” te barely get it out, but Justin hears it and it causes him to smirk.
“Say it. I want te to say it, okay? Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let te go. It’s not that hard. C'mon.” Justin smirks, knowing that te have reached your own conflict. te pout to yourself, shaking your head.
“Then I’m not gonna stop.” He shrugs innocently as he continues his precedente task.
“F-fine. I’ll say it! Just… Stop.” te giggle, giving up.
Justin lets go of you, just like that. Before te have the chance to change your mind and run away - which te had originally planned - he grabs your hand in his own. Slowly, he pulls te up from the safeness of the covers and drags te along.
te don’t have time to domanda 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. te 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 te do, te 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 te meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Do te see those eyes, Y/N? They’re beautiful. I could get Lost in them every secondo of every day. There’s nothing wrong with your hair. I Amore it when it’s messy because it shows me that te aren’t afraid to be yourself around me,” Justin pauses, licking his lip.
“And I hate it when te complain about your body. You’re perfect to me, okay? I wouldn’t care if te have long o short legs o if you’re not stick thin. I think you’re beautiful and I want te to see it to. Every time I see te enter the room o when I get a text from you, I can’t help but smile. te make my day, Y/N and I Amore you. Now say it, please. I want to hear te say you’re beautiful.”
“I-I…” te trail of, swallowing hard. Are te really going to do this?
“C'mon, baby. te can say it. I wanna hear te say it.” Justin encourages softly, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I… I’m beautiful.” te stutter, studying yourself in the mirror. “I’m beautiful.”
“There te go! te detto it,” Justin mumbles against your skin, taking te into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” He says excitedly while twirling around on the floor with te in his arms.
“Now, let’s get your fabulous body dressed so we can go to that award show!”
“Babe, what are te doing? Why aren’t te dressed yet?” Justin asks and even though he tries his best to hide it, te can still hear the slight frantic undertone in his voice.
“I-I… I don’t think I’m going, Justin.” te mumble, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Slowly, te avvolgere your arms around yourself as some sort of attempt to cover up.
“What-why? I thought te wanted to tonight? You’ve been talking about it all week,” Justin protests quietly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
te sigh softly, afraid he would ask that question. te couldn’t tell him the real reason, could you? He wouldn’t understand. Twiddling your thumbs, te drag out the time while trying to come up with some kind of excuse that Justin would believe.
te 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 te know that.
te know that Justin knows te lied, so te 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 te are getting sick. Now tell me the real reason why te 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 te off, a small smile on his lips.
“No, Justin! I’m not beautiful nor will I ever be. Can’t te 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 te to repeat it again. Justin confirms this when he opens his mouth, “What did te just say?”
“I detto that you’re too good for me.” te mumble, admitting it right away. It is better than to pretend it didn’t come out of your mouth.
His eyes blaze for a secondo and te 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 te just say thank te when I call te beautiful? Is it that damn hard?”
Justin’s voice is noticeably louder now and te whimper quietly. Never had this crossed your mind as a possible outcome when te would tell Justin te 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 te with fan 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 te slightly curious. He sighs quietly, feeling conflicted.
“Babe… You’re just as beautiful as those girls, if not more. I Amore te for you. Your looks are just a big bonus for me. I fell in Amore with your personality. I just wish you’d realize that te are beautiful.”
“I can’t, Justin… It’s not the same as deciding to go to the store o 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 te to admit that you’re pretty.”
te huff, crossing your arms. Justin’s continuous pestering is starting to get to te and te don’t know what to do. te want to prove him wrong, te really do, but at the same time there is this part of te that really wants him to be right.
Before te can decide on either of the two choices te ended up with, Justin has tackled te down in the bed. He straddles te and suddenly his fingers ghost over your sides, a mischievous grin on his lips.
te squeal, trying to wriggle your way out of his strong hold, but there is no use. Giggle after giggle escapes te and it doesn’t take long until you’re struggling for air. Trying to talk is practically impossible, but te need Justin to stop.
“S-stop! It tickles!” te barely get it out, but Justin hears it and it causes him to smirk.
“Say it. I want te to say it, okay? Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let te go. It’s not that hard. C'mon.” Justin smirks, knowing that te have reached your own conflict. te pout to yourself, shaking your head.
“Then I’m not gonna stop.” He shrugs innocently as he continues his precedente task.
“F-fine. I’ll say it! Just… Stop.” te giggle, giving up.
Justin lets go of you, just like that. Before te have the chance to change your mind and run away - which te had originally planned - he grabs your hand in his own. Slowly, he pulls te up from the safeness of the covers and drags te along.
te don’t have time to domanda 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. te 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 te do, te 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 te meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Do te see those eyes, Y/N? They’re beautiful. I could get Lost in them every secondo of every day. There’s nothing wrong with your hair. I Amore it when it’s messy because it shows me that te aren’t afraid to be yourself around me,” Justin pauses, licking his lip.
“And I hate it when te complain about your body. You’re perfect to me, okay? I wouldn’t care if te have long o short legs o if you’re not stick thin. I think you’re beautiful and I want te to see it to. Every time I see te enter the room o when I get a text from you, I can’t help but smile. te make my day, Y/N and I Amore you. Now say it, please. I want to hear te say you’re beautiful.”
“I-I…” te trail of, swallowing hard. Are te really going to do this?
“C'mon, baby. te can say it. I wanna hear te say it.” Justin encourages softly, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I… I’m beautiful.” te stutter, studying yourself in the mirror. “I’m beautiful.”
“There te go! te detto it,” Justin mumbles against your skin, taking te into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” He says excitedly while twirling around on the floor with te 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 successivo to me* Oh do te mean me?
Me:OMB!!Hi Justin Bieber...I didn't see te there :D
Justin:So are te here to see me during one of my shows?
Me:Yes I am.I'm really happy and excited to see te :D
Justin:Aww thanks!!I really appreciate all your support :)
Me:I Amore te 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 te soon.Bye
Me:Bye Justin. :)
(A minuto 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 te did great!!!
Justin:Thanks..girlfriend ;)
Me:What??!!
Justin:Do te wanna be my girlfriend??
Me:YES!!!!!!! :D
The End.
Justin Bieber:*Stands successivo to me* Oh do te mean me?
Me:OMB!!Hi Justin Bieber...I didn't see te there :D
Justin:So are te here to see me during one of my shows?
Me:Yes I am.I'm really happy and excited to see te :D
Justin:Aww thanks!!I really appreciate all your support :)
Me:I Amore te 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 te soon.Bye
Me:Bye Justin. :)
(A minuto 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 te did great!!!
Justin:Thanks..girlfriend ;)
Me:What??!!
Justin:Do te wanna be my girlfriend??
Me:YES!!!!!!! :D
The End.