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