'youre the heart of this family justin'

A Letter to my Ex Best Friend

Sorry for any grammatical errors. I haven’t edited it yet so I’m sorry in advance lolll. But this is something very personal that I wrote today and hopefully someone else could relate. 


I was going through my memory box today and a lot of stuff that involved you came up.  It brought me back to the good times and I almost texted you but then I remembered that you’re just a stranger now. It’s been a couple months since we last talked. Crazy huh? How in just a year we went from being inseperable to complete strangers. If someone had asked us a year or two ago if we could see our life without each other in it, we would have laughed and said no; Now here we are.

I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you or that I didn’t miss you. I do miss you, a lot. So much has happened since we last talked, and I wish I could share it all with you. There has been times where I picked up my phone to text you but then I would remember you’re not that person anymore; And it’s sad because for the longest time it seemed like you’d be that person who stayed in my life for a long while. I miss being close with your family and being able to call your home my home as well. I miss having the privilege of saying I had more than one family. It’s crazy how much can change in a short amount of time.

I hope you don’t hate me for walking away when I did. I hope one day you understand that I had to or else we would have never known just how toxic our friendship had been. There is quite a few things I know I could have done better and shouldn’t have done, same goes for you. We are both to blame for our friendship being as unhealthy as it was. Though it was so unhealthy, we shared a lot of great memories and I’d like to think it was equally good as it was bad.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry we’re not best friends anymore and I’m sorry I had to be the one to walk away. I’m sorry for any pain I caused. I’m sorry I couldn’t be your person anymore. I’m sorry we couldn’t do everything we wanted to. I’m sorry I tried to blame you for our friendship ending. I’m sorry I tried to hate you because damn did I try. I tried so hard and for awhile it worked because hating you and being mad at you was easier than missing you. But I realize that I could never hate you, no matter how mad I am about what happened. I’m sorry this is how it had to end for us, but that’s life for you. Not everything goes the way it should or how you want it to.

But I would like to thank you. Thank you for being my person for as long as you were. Thank you for being patient with me while I learned how to trust another person. Thank you for the memories I will never forget. Thank you for caring enough to break through the walls I had worked so hard to build over the years. Thank you for being the person I could run to for everything and anything. Thank you for being the person I could count on. Thank you for being the person I could confide in without the fear of judgement. Thank you for teaching me how to love and be loved. Thank you for showing me that I can still trust others and be trusted. Thank you for proving to me that people come into our lives for a reason and though they may not stay, the lessons learned are a blessing.

I would like to say I can see us being friends again in the future but I’d only be spitting out false hope. It would never be the same and if I happen to see you one day, I’ll smile and walk away. My heart will break a little and all our memories will hit me like a train but I’ll feel grateful for the time we did have together. Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life forever and unfortunately I learned you are one of those people. They say some people only come into your life to teach you a lesson and leave, but the most important people leave a mark. Well you left a mark and I am thankful for you coming into my life when you did.

I know you may never see this but I needed to get it off my chest. There were a lot of words unsaid and a lot of words I wish I could have said. I guess I’m writing this to get a small sense of closure for myself.

I hope you and your family are doing well. I hope you get everything you want and more in the life you chose for yourself.

You’ll always hold a place in my heart.


Your Ex Best Friend

anonymous asked:

Can u write a zach imagine Where the reader is zachs Gf and hannahs sister and very well liked by everyone and the people on the tapes dont want her to Find out about them but she does and is mad and especislly at zach

title: forgiveness, can you imagine?

word count: 1692

note: deadass rewrote this 5 million times until i was finally happy with how it turned out. it’s super fuckin long too wtf i love zach too much maybe idk

Hannah’s death had torn you apart, that much was true. Your sister had left no note, no letter, for you or your parents. Instead, she left behind shattered hearts and ruined lives, tearing everyone to shreds. Your parents pushed for a lawsuit, claiming that maybe Hannah had been bullied and it was the school’s fault for not stopping it. Maybe it was the truth; her life had turned sour when rumors flooded the school that involved her and multiple people.

Zach had been keeping secrets, that much was true. You never pushed, never prodded; if he wanted to tell you, he would. But these secrets, these were the ones that were going to tear you apart. It was affecting your relationship and the ties you had with everyone in your circle: Marcus, Justin, Jessica, Sheri, too many more to count. It was concerning you and they wouldn’t let you in on what they knew.

He hadn’t intended for you to find out ever, and even if you did, he didn’t intend for you to find out in the way that you did. You were Hannah’s sister for God’s sake; if you were going to know about the tapes, the tape team wanted it to be because they had shown you. Of course, Clay fucking Jensen (as Justin so lovingly put it) had to go and screw everything up.

They knew that he was the last one who had had the tapes in their possession; they knew he hadn’t passed them on yet. The last thing they had expected him to do was show them to Hannah’s very own sister. It wasn’t ever expected, something they would have taken to the grave with them if need be.

As Zach walked up to the front door of the Baker household that fateful Saturday afternoon, he could see your bedroom through your open curtains and blinds. You were sitting on your bed, a tape player in hand, headphones over your ears, and the most devastated look on your face; Clay was sitting in the chair at your desk, looking equally upset. In that moment, the boy standing outside your house knew.

He told the group, let them know that there was a storm on its way. It could be a silent, deadly one that severs their ties with no words or one that began with yelling and ended in tears. He didn’t know what to expect now. Courtney and Jessica were fearful, they were close to you; Zach was even more scared, he was your boyfriend after all and he really, genuinely cared about you.

Monday came and went without incident. You ignored everyone in the group. When you were walking in their direction, you put your head down, pretending to not notice them. They noticed that as soon as your back was to them, your head would lift and your stride was quick and long.

The end of the school day, in your opinion, was the best part of your day recently. You escaped with your dignity, no confrontation with your closest friends. Your luck, however, had run out when you reached your home, Zach waiting by the front door, his body leaning casually as it always did against the wood barrier; you slammed your car door harder than you meant to.

“What are you doing here, Zachary?” you asked, nudging past him to unlock the house.

He was taken aback, he’d never heard your voice dripping with such venom. It was a new sensation, this absolute dread he felt when you’d said his full name. “Am I not allowed to drop by my girlfriend’s house and see her?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping over the threshold and jiggling your key out of the lock. You wished he’d just leave, catch the drift that you were mad at him. How could he stand there and act as if you hadn’t heard what he’d done to your sister, been one of the reasons that she’d been driven to take such drastic measures?

“I’m not so sure anymore,” you mumbled, setting your backpack by the door and making your way to the kitchen.

The door shut behind you; Zach was following and you didn’t want him to. He was leaning against the counter when you turned from getting a snack out of the fridge.

“What’s wrong?”

Feigning innocence.

“Ask Hannah,” you snapped quietly, not meeting his eyes. “Oh wait, you can’t, can you?”

This was what he was afraid would happen all day at school; he was hoping it would happen there, so everyone could see it. Then everybody in school would see how bad he had fucked up, how bad everyone on those goddamned tapes had fucked up. Here it was, though, happening in the kitchen of the very house Hannah had died in, silent and driven to an extreme that she shouldn’t have been driven to. It was intimate, just the two of them; the air was so silent, he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and seemingly echoing through his whole body.

“[Name], listen-”

Your face burned, your eyes were blurry, your throat was closing rapidly. “No, Zach, you listen. How could you do that to my sister, to me? I don’t understand how you can hold hands with me in the hallways and kiss me when nobody is looking, and not feel bad for what you’ve done! Why would you steal those notes from her? Were you mad that she had turned down your comfort? She had been so wronged by everyone in your stupid fucking group that she couldn’t trust you, she thought it was a dare when you tried helping her. Just… How can you even look at me?”

Then you were crying. Breaking down right in front of Zachary Dempsey. It was embarrassing, but after three days of holding in feelings of betrayal and sadness, you finally had a way to let it out. And he held you, even though you tried hard to push yourself out of his arms, away from the person you hated and loved all at once.

“Hear me out, please.” The desperation in his voice was beyond evident. “I tried to help her. I really, really wanted to. After Marcus assaulted her, I went back to the diner and tried cheering her up, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. So I tried again in the cafeteria, but she completely blew me off. I took those notes without knowing what they meant to her and then she left me that note.”

“S-She said you threw that away.”

“I didn’t. She thinks she saw me throw it away and it’s valid. She saw it a different way than what actually happened. But I have it. It’s in my wallet. The thing is, though… I feel so bad, so bad. I’m the only one on those tapes trying to own up and take responsibility for what I did. Justin, Bryce, Courtney… They won’t ever admit that what they did was wrong, what they did hurt her, but I will. I’m telling you right here, right now. I wish I hadn’t done what I did. If I could go back in time, stop myself from being so angry when she humiliated me in front of everyone at school, I would.”

The tears were still streaming, a steady flow of warmth falling from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, and dousing Zach’s shirt under his Letterman jacket; it smelled strongly of some cologne you had gotten him for his birthday and faintly of the caramel mocha he always ordered from Monet’s. You wished it wasn’t so comforting.

“I am genuinely sorry for what I’ve done. To Hannah, to you, to your family. I really do understand if you don’t want to see me anymore, [Name]. Seriously.”

You thought, leaned tiredly against his chest, your cheek pressed just above his heart. It was a hard decision; this was the first boy you’d ever loved, first one you had ever told as such, but what he did was wrong. Like he said, though, he was the only one really owning up to what had happened in his tape so far. Justin, Courtney, Sheri weren’t at your door apologizing for their mistakes.

Zach could practically feel the anxiety growing in his stomach, a frightening grip in his gut that reached threateningly up through his chest and closed his throat. It seemed like ages before you said anything and he let out a breath he had been holding.

“Can you just… Give me a break? I really love you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m really mad at you right now. I just need some time to calm down, clear the air a little bit.”

He pulled his arms tighter around you, almost like he was afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear just as Hannah had. The girl had been right about one thing; he was lonely, too. Not like she had been, but he was. And it showed.

“Is it bad that I would have been worried if you said you didn’t need a break?” he joked, his voice dripping with tears he didn’t know had welled up.

You laughed a little, clearing the air. “No, I don’t think so.”

It was almost like losing a comfort blanket when you unraveled yourself from his body and he wanted nothing more than to pull you back into him, revel in your warmth and the nearly tangible love that you exuded. He was about to say something when your hands found his cheeks and guided him down to your level so you could press a quick, chaste kiss to his forehead. Even after your lips had left his skin, your hands stayed on his face and he stayed leaning down, his eyes closed and his own hands holding your wrists as if to keep yours in place.

“It’s just a break, okay? Don’t go chasing after any other girls.”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it when you’re the only one I love.”

“I love you, Zach. Don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too. I’d never forget.”


FANGIRL CHALLENGE → [6/10] Families - The Walkers

I’ve been getting to know your family. Not that that’s an easy thing to do, because they’re all a little unhinged, but I think tonight I finally started to figure them out. Like Tommy is always so stoic, taking care of everyone around him. I’m just not sure who’s taking care of him. And Kevin when he’s really hurt he’s sarcastic and funny, he’s brutally funny, but I think even he knows that’s not always enough, not now, not for this. And Sarah’s just this force, kind of like Superwoman, you know, with the kids and the job, she’s always fighting so hard for her family all the time, but I’m sure she sometimes wishes it was easier, not so complicated. Kitty’s someone I don’t really know yet, but I’m glad she came home, I think she needed to be here, especially now. I think being around her family is what grounds her, gives her direction, keeps her sane. And your mom, she’s like the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, the way she handles everything and everyone. But every so often I can tell she’s a million miles away. Thinking about you. And then she just looks so scared and so small. And you were wrong about being the black sheep. You’re the heart of this family, Justin. They need you. I need you, so please be okay. Please.

I'm sorry || justin bieber imagine

[summary: justin and you have an argument and in the heat of the moment he yells at your daughter you have with him]

your pov

“what the hell justin??!” you yelled at justin when he walked in the house at 3 a.m. again.

“y/n calm the hell down just shut the fuck up” justin yelled back at you.

you yelled back absentminded to the fact your 3 year old daughter was in the next room “no i will not shut up, i can’t deal with this. i might just have to take shayla and leave.”

so the screaming match went on not noticing the little girl creeping her way in the room.

“you cannot take my daughter away from me y/n” justin said reaching his boiling point.

“daddy-” shayla whispered, scared for what’s going on.

“why are you out of bed, go!” justin said in the loudest voice, scaring your little girl. she burst into tears then ran back to her room.

“now look what you’ve done” you said annoyed.

all of the color from justin’s face drained as he looked at you apologetically.

you went to shayla’s room. “baby are you okay?” you saw her under her covers crying to herself. she must’ve been really hurt. she was always a daddy’s girl.

“oh baby come here.” you said walking over to her bed and cuddling her.

“mommy, does daddy not love me anymore?” she said, once she finished she cried even more. that made you want to cry.

you looked towards the door and saw justin standing there crying.

“baby, of course i love you with all of my heart. you and mommy. i just was having a stressful day and took it out on you, daddy’s sorry” he said picking your daughter up kissing her tears.

“lets go sleep as a family in our bed, you want that princess?” he said to your daughter who nodded her head eagerly.

you all feel asleep with justin on the left, shayla in the middle and you on the right.

Summer Playlist 2016

87 songs to make your summer musically enjoyable

  • Mess is Mine by Vance Joy
  • 7 Years by Lukas Graham
  • November Blue by The Avett Brothers
  • She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer
  • Start a Riot by BANNERS
  • Free Love by MOD SUN
  • Where Did You Sleep Last Night by Nirvana
  • Skinny Love by Birdy
  • The Sound by The 1975
  • Pompeii by Bastille
  • First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes
  • Circa 46 by The Rocket Summer
  • TExas by Magic Man
  • Take Your Time by Sam Hunt
  • Photograph by Nickelback
  • Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons
  • FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna and Kanye West and Paul McCartney
  • Blind Love by Passenger
  • Drunk in the Morning by Lukas Graham
  • Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant
  • 2 Heads by Coleman Hell
  • Hide Away by Daya
  • Cheap Seats by Dallas Smith
  • Growing Up by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Ed Sheeran
  • Get Busy by Sean Paul
  • I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons
  • Bring Down the House by Dean Brody
  • Photograph by Ed Sheeran
  • Riptide by Vance Joy
  • House Party by Sam Hunt
  • Flaws by Bastille
  • 27 by Passenger
  • The Feeling by Justin Bieber ft. Halsey
  • Kick the Dust Up by Luke Bryan
  • Jet Black Heart by 5 Seconds of Summer
  • Girls by The 1975
  • Bungalow by Scott Helman
  • Guiding Light by Foy Vance
  • Beautiful Now by Zedd ft. Jon Bellion
  • Don’t by Ed Sheeran
  • Temeprature by Sean Paul
  • Happy Home by Lukas Graham
  • Wonderwall by Oasis
  • Holes by Passenger
  • Love Yourself by Justin Bieber
  • Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band ft. Jimmy Buffett
  • Light Tunnels by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Mike Slap
  • Free & Lonely by X Ambassadors
  • She’s Kinda Hot by 5 Seconds of Summer
  • Often by The Weeknd
  • Drag Me Down by One Direction
  • Speakers by Sam Hunt
  • Oceans by Seafret
  • Ophelia by The Lumineers
  • Young & Crazy by Frankie Ballard
  • Careless by Little Sea
  • Hold Back the River by James Bay
  • All I Want by Kodaline
  • Undressed by Kim Cesarion
  • What Do You Mean? by Justin Bieber
  • Play It Again by Luke Bryan
  • House of Gold by twenty one pilots
  • I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kely ft. Ed Sheeran
  • Choices by To Kill A King
  • Wasted by Tiesto ft. Matthew Koma
  • Chocolate by The 1975
  • Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett
  • Style by Taylor Swift
  • Geronomi by Sheppard
  • The Hills by The Weeknd
  • Tear In My Heart by twenty one pilots
  • Life of the Party by Shawn Mendes
  • Victoria by Shawn Desman
  • Let Her Go by Passenger
  • Still Into You by Paramore
  • Hallelujah by Panic! At the Disco
  • Perfect by One Direction
  • Sorry by Justin Bieber
  • Let It Go by James Bay
  • Falling Awake by Gary Jules
  • Surprise Party by Hoodie Allen ft. Blackbear
  • Colors by Halsey
  • Arrows by Fences ft. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
  • Regarding Your Lover by Foy Vance
  • Hero by Family of the Year
  • All I Ever Wanted by Vance Joy
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Imagine Request - Wedding Interruptions

Can you do one where Justin’m and Y/N are getting married but one of Justin’s old flings comes in to try and stop and Justin slays the fuck outta of her by saying stuff like ‘Y/N is the love of my life’ ’ Get the fuck outta my wedding’ something cute like that??😂💟

The day to marry Justin finally rolled around and I stood elegantly in my white dress, across from Justin who stood looking beautiful in his black suit. I’m pretty sure someone had to force him into that thing; I’m positive he would’ve worn shorts and a sweatshirt to this thing if he was allowed.

“Do you, [Y/N], take Justin to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” I chuckled as the tears streamed down my face, I stared up at Justin as he laughed at me, but his own eyes watering at this point. He brought his thumb and wiped it under my eye, making our friends and family ‘aw’ as they watched us.

“Do you, Justin, take [Y/N] to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?”

All eyes were on Justin as he smiled down at me. “No,” He shook his head, making my heart drop. The crowd gasped. “I’m just kidding, I do, of course I do.” He chuckled and grinned mischievously. I swatted his chest as I frowned, a smile edging its way onto my face.

“I now pronounce yo-”

“Stop!” All heads turned towards the end of the aisle, a stumbling woman made her way over, grabbing a hold on the backs of chairs to stop herself from falling every so often. “This can’t happen, call the engagement off.” She spat, throwing her arms in the air.

“Bit late.” I chuckled under my breath. The woman sent a glare my way, making me frown in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Justin stood in front of me, almost protecting me.

“You can’t marry this bitch; I was so much better for you. Come back to me and I’ll show you a good time.” The girl tried to be seductive, but her clearly drunked state failed her completely.

“What right do you think you have coming here? I’m about to marry the most perfect woman in the world and you’re ruining it.” Justin hissed and growled at her.

“You don’t need her! You don’t need any of this. We could be together and just fuck for the rest of our lives and I’d never ask you to marry me! Let’s face it; what we had was so much better.” The woman squealed, probably thinking her offer was the greatest.

All was quiet for a split second before Justin went off on a venomous rant, scaring even me. “If that’s you’re idea of a perfect life, you need to sort yourself out. [Y/N] is the love of my life and I want to be with her; with her, everything’s better, she helps me be a better person. What I have with her, I want for the rest of my life.” Justin’s words turned soft for a moment, making my eyes water all over again. “You mean nothing to me anymore and when you did, you were nothing but a fling, which I regret, might I add. If I knew [Y/N] was coming into my life, I would’ve held out.” The woman deflated from in front of us, but her eyes shooting daggers at anything she set her eyes on. “Now get the fuck out of my wedding, you weren’t invited.” He smirked as he watched her being escorted out, which actually resulted in her being dragged out as she refused to leave. He waved and smiled as she glared and shouted over her shoulder.

No one spoke, I chuckled lightly, making Justin do the same. “..Right, where were we?” The man repositioned himself in front of us.

“You were about to marry us.” Justin grinned, holding both of my dainty hands in his own large ones.

“Right. I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

“With pleasure.” Justin muttered, pulling me into him by my waist forcefully. His lips instantly collided with my own and didn’t leave for another minute. We stood, mouth to mouth as everyone cheered around us. Justin smirked into the kiss, travelling his hands down my back over my ass subtly, making me chuckle.

Forever and Always

based on the song Forever and Always by Parachute (x) and also this was suppose to be a drabble but I got carried away so although it’s not titled as such, it’s still similar to what i wanted to do so this is going to take the place of Drabble #4 (list here) if there are any mistakes…leave me alone. - xoxo

You sat at the all white glass table full covered in the food you’d made, two plates full to the brim. You’d spent hours and hours slaving in the kitchen trying to make this night special. It’d been a while since you and Justin had a special dinner together and for months you’d been practicing over your best friend’s house as she taught you how to cook so you’d be ready for this night and yet when it finally rolls around he’s completely ghost.

He wasn’t answering your calls, all your friends said that they haven’t seen or heard from him, the studio said he left hours ago and yet it’d been four hours since he was suppose to be here. You checked your phone one last time, the clock reading 1:34 am.

You sighed and raked your fingers through your hair before dialing his number one more time. The phone rang through the silence before it picked up, taking your heart beat along with it. 

“Hello?” a woman’s voice said, to much of your surprise. You pulled away from the phone and looked at the screen double checking to make sure you’d called the right person. When you saw the contact name of My Idiotic Fiance with a ton of multiple heart emojis told you otherwise. 

“Ma’am? Are you calling for a Mr. Justin Bieber? You were his first contact in his phone and I’m assuming you’re important because your name in the phone is “My World” and I’m –”

“…Who is this?” you whispered, your only support was coming from your hand tangled in your hair. 

“I’m nurse Adams at Mercy West hospital and I’m calling with the concern of Justin Bieber.”

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Birthday Sex

gonna mix these two 

Justin made a party early for his birthday bc he wanted to spend his birthday with y/n all fluffy pls ily💜  &  Birthday sex? 


requests are always open


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My eyes fluttered open as I wake up from an amazing sleep, the sun shining through the curtains.

I smiled when I felt Justins arms wrapped tightly around me, his bare body flush and warm against me.

I kissed his chest multiple times, wanting him to wake up. I grinned when he groaned, his eyes slowly opening.

He smiled when he saw me, and my heart fluttered. Damn, every time.

“Happy birthday” I whisper, kissing his lips.

“mmm happy birthday it is” He says against my lips and I smile, attempting to move his arms from around me but he tightened his hold on me.

“Justin” I giggle, squirming slightly .

“I wanna make you breakfast” I say, after giving up and pouting at him .

His expression changed into a sultry smirk, before saying “ I want you for breakfast” He bites his lip.

I smile at him teasingly “Is that so?” I say, moving so that I was now straddling his lap.

“Yes” He says, his raspy morning voice making my stomach churn deliciously.

“I don’t know” I tease, putting my finger to my chin as if I was thinking.

“Come on babe, its my birthday” He groans, his hands gently grabbing my waist and pushing his length against me, taking my breath away.

“Okay” I say immediately, not in the mood to play anymore.

He grinned, flipping us around and attaching his lips to mine.

I smile into the kiss, running my hands up his bare chest and behind his neck, locking my arms around him.

I bit his bottom lip, making him groan and grind himself into me, causing me to gasp.

Justin pulled away, before removing my tank top, and attaching his lips to my chest, making me moan.

“Baby” I moan, running my fingers through his hair as he pressed open mouth kisses to my chest.

“Justin” I push him away from me, earning a confused look from Justin.

I sit up, “its your birthday, let me do the work” I push, flipping us over and kissing him once more.

I grind myself against his hardening member, and he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck Y/N” Justin bites his lip, and I smirk.

“What do you want baby? What do you want me to do ?Hm?” I ask, and he bucks up.

“Ride me babygirl” He pants, and I cant wait any longer. I sit up slightly, before sliding onto him, both of us cursing under our breaths.

“Justin” I moan as I begin to grind against him, all the sensations hitting me at once.

“Baby you feel so good” Justin groans, his hands running up and down the sides of my body.

I closed my eyes as we began to move together as one, and it wasn’t long before the bliss became too much.


After hours of love making, Justin and I were currently still laying in bed, our legs tangled and his arm wrapped around me.

“I feel bad that im keeping you from your friends and family on your birthday.” I voice my thoughts, drawing invisible patterns on his chest.

Justin craned his neck to get a better look at me, before cupping my face in his hand, gently forcing me to look at him.

“Babe, theres nothing I’d rather do today than be with you, and only you.” He murmurs, and I grin at him, my heart fluttering in my chest.

“That’s why I threw my party early, so I could spend today here, with you in my arms.” He adds, kissing my head and I giggle, hiding my head in his chest, making him chuckle.

“Youre too good to me you know that?” He says, and I look up at him, my eyes shining with love.

“I think it’s the other way around Bieber.” I say softly, running my fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“No, I was right the first time” He says, his eyes locked on mine and I bite back another smile.

I press my lips to his. “Happy birthday baby”

take me home

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“Thank you all for coming today. I know that y/n would have been extremely grateful for all of you, that’s just who she was. She was kind, grateful and everything you look for in person. I have written this eulogy 3 times now; at first I wasn’t sure what to say; what words do you use to describe all the better parts of you. I didn’t know whether or not to call y/n my star-crossed lover but I realised those words however beautiful wouldn’t be my mine, and this really isn’t about me impressing anyone with my English literature skills but rather me saying my last I love you to my best friend, lover and my home. Mine and y/ns love story wasn’t Romeo and Juliet and it definitely wasn’t a fairy-tale; our relationship wasn’t perfect but Jesus Christ it was real. It was the kind of real that stays with you, it wasn’t butterflies every day but it was that put your seatbelt on and the have you eaten today kind of love. She was home. She took me somewhere better and gave me more than a hand to hold, and when I lost control she took the wheel. God I wish, I could be somewhere else right now… We were supposed to travel but I don’t even have a home anymore so where could I possibly go, You know when your my age you spend your life planning for tomorrow and making plans with the love of your life but I didn’t expect to be sat here eulogizing y/n. I guess you always loved surprises babygirl, but this time you win because I didn’t see this coming and no amount of preparation could have prepared me for this. You lost the battle and now that you’re gone sometimes I want to leave too, I can’t. I have to stay but I’m homesick y/n and I want to come home now. I have so much to say but I know you’re probably scolding me for that comment so I’ll leave but y/n, thank you. Thank you, for showing me the true meaning of happiness, love, laughter and joy I hope to see you again. I love you’.

Tears flowed from Justin’s eyes as he made his way across the alter passing the mahogany box decorated with Gold bars and black roses. Your favourite. You watched as Justin huddled into Pattie as sobs racked from his body, as Pattie. You longed to be the one holding him, to tell him that it would be okay and that you were doing just fine but even if you did, he wouldn’t hear you so talking or apologising for leaving would be pointless. Your attention was ceased when another sob echoed through the church, you watched as Khalil who held Hailey closely staggered to where you were and place a picture of the two of you in your diapers before he sat on the floor next to your mother who looked at him as the son she never had. Your heart broke as you saw the damage a drunk driver had done to you, you wanted to scream and cry but you knew that it would be pointless. You were nothing but a blank space to them and a barely audible whisper.


You followed your friends and family outside the church barefoot as the service finished. You could feel Justin and the heaviness in him; you followed the sound of his heartbeat and found him sitting at the back of the church.

“I don’t know if you can hear me y/n, but if you can please come back, please don’t leave me? I can’t do this on my own” A piercing screech left Justin’s throat as he tried to hold onto his composure, you watched as he raked his hands through his hair pulling at the blonde strands “I…miss.. you somuch and eventually everyone will leave y/n because before you…everyone left and when you came along you stayed, you rationalised my darkest thoughts but you’ve left me and I’m so scared” You watched as the 22 year old tried to hold himself. At this point Justin had neglected drying his eyes as no matter how much he tried to be strong, he couldn’t do it. He felt like a child again and all the walls he had spent so long building had come tumbling down on him and although he knew it’s got to get worse before he gets better this was a worse too big for him.

“Justin?” a voice whispers, you look up to see a worried looking Pattie “Talk to me baby, how are you feeling let me help?” she spoke hesitantly, afraid to say the wrong thing.

“YOU CAN’T HELP ME MOM, SHES GONE. YOU CAN’T BRING HER BACK. YOU CANT TAKE ME TO HER, YOU CANT TAKE ME HOME” Justin screamed the vein in his neck popping from the frustration. You watched as a crowd began to take notice of the confrontation.

“You can’t take me home mom…” he whispered as sobs erupted from his stomach making him shake.

You watched as Pattie sat next to her son without saying a word; it was like this for a while until Justin spoke

“it feels like the world is crashing down on me and I don’t know how to stop it, I’m stuck here with these thoughts in my head reminding me she’s not here anymore and nothing makes sense, I feel so out of control mom… it’s like I’m on autopilot and I feel so fucking useless and this lump in my throat won’t leave, It’s like my own personal raincloud and where do I go mom, where do I go? I can’t live without her mom” he sighed.

“You stop trying to find all the answers… You won’t be lost forever Justin, the feeling that you have like your falling? It’s going to go, space will make it better and time will make it heal and soon that haunting feeling, won’t be there anymore but as for now you let yourself grieve baby, You make your own home. You do all the things you were supposed to do; you find your own way home Justin drew, you make her proud. Just because we can’t see her doesn’t mean she’s not here J.”

You watched as Pattie held her son like he was a child again, you could feel the heaviness in his heart but you knew he was going to be okay and with that you knew that it was time for you to go home.

Take me home.” You whispered.

And with that you returned to Justin’s heart a place you’d always be in and a place you belonged. Your home.

Have A Nice Life

“Ssh baby it’s gonna be okay” I cooed my son,Bryan back to sleep. Justin was downstairs in the home studio,while I was upstairs trying to get some task done. For the past two days I haven’t gotten any sleep whatsoever because of Bryan’s constant crying and Ive been getting texts and calls from Bryan’s birth father,Daniel.

A year ago,after Daniel found out I was pregnant he left me,all alone and pregnant. Not long after till I found out he went to go screw around with my “best friend” and she ended up getting an STD. So jokes on her. After I meet Justin my whole entire life changed,he took Bryan in as his own and raised him with me as if he was his blood.

I sat on the bed,trying to find a venue for my sisters wedding,when there was three loud bangs on the door. I looked over to see Bryan asleep,it was almost midnight-so who the hell was that.

I went outside shutting the bedroom door behind me and walking down the creme colored staircase. There was another knock-So I grabbed the baseball bat near the coat room and swung the door open. “Jesus,you planning on swinging that thing?” He asked,taking in my image. “Daniel? What the hell are you doing here?” I questioned.

“I’m here to take my son”

“You’re not laying one finger on my baby you asshole” I hissed,trying to close the door but his foot beat me to it.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not letting you take my baby away from here so you can bring him to your shitty slut shack” My grip on the door tight “All you do is smoke,drink and stick your dick in anything that has a vagina”

“That isn’t true” he yelled.

“You’re outta your goddamn mind if you think I’m letting you leave with him”

“Give me fucking baby!” He yelled banging his fist on the door frame.

“No! Just go home” I screamed,hoping that he would get it in his head that I didn’t want him here. “Justin and I are taking care of him”

“He’s not going to do anything,Bryan isn’t even his son”

Seconds later Justin walked out of the studio and continued to walk towards the front door “What’s the problem?” He asked looking between the both of us.

“I want my son and I want him now”

“You can’t have him” I argued.

I don’t care if he was his dad,he wasn’t taking my baby away from me. “Daniel,it’s passed midnight and your drunk,just go home and come back tomorrow morning” Justin said calmly. I tried to keep myself calm but all I wanted to do was swing the bat on Daniel to cause him pain like he did to me.

“I don’t have to fucking listen to you” He spoke,narrowing his eyes “Move”

“This is my house pal and if you think you’re going to disrespect me,you got a whole different ball game coming your way” Justin said grabbing hold of the door “Go home”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll tell the cops you’re harassing my family”

“That’s not your fucking baby-he’s mine!”

“He was your’s but you left” I croaked wiping the visible tear away from my eye. “Have a nice life” Justin spoke slamming the door shut.


“I know he isn’t my son by blood” Justin cooed “But he’s mine by heart”.

I’m having a hard time writing this because I’m not ususally open about my personal life, as some things should remain private. The reason I came to this site is because my heart aches more than ever for my family and close friends. My brother, my partner in crime and my best friend, passed Christmas Day.

I want to help fullfil my Mother’s needs at this time with a proper burial and funeral services for her son.

The funds raised are to be used to pay for the funeral and services.  
We need to spread the word as quickly as possible, as the funeral will be this week.

Thank you all for your constant support and love.
-Sincerely Justin Hills and Family.

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Please don’t do this.” Justin begged, following you as you marched around the room in a fit of anger and disappointment. 

You ignored his pleas, proceeding to shove whatever as many pairs of jeans and shirts as you could into your duffel bag.  You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you had to get away from here, away from him.  

“C’mon, baby, we can talk about this.” Justin said, grabbing your hands while you were in the midst of zipping up your bag. “Where are you gonna’ find a place to stay at this time anyway, huh?  It’s three in the morning, and it’s pouring out.”

“I don’t care, Justin, I just need time away from you so I can fucking think,” You sighed, snatching your hands away from his grip and running them through your tangled hair. “I can’t keep doing this.  Being with you, it’s… It’s too hard.  You’re never home, and I’m always stuck here by myself and the fact that this house is big enough to hold five different families does not make me feel any less lonely.”

Justin took a seat next to your bag at the end of the bed, standing in front of you and gently taking your wrists in each hand.  He looked up at you, pulling you into him so you could stand between his legs.  You knew you were done for the moment he touched you, and somehow he’d say something that would make you stay.  You hated yourself for letting him get close enough to your heart to be your absolute weakness.  You hated yourself for falling for him.

I wish I could hate you.” You mumbled, looking down at him with sad eyes as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“But you don’t.” He finished, eyebrows raising slightly. “You love me, and I love you, and we’re gonna’ get through this, okay?  You and me, babygirl.”

a/n: yes i put 33 and 36 together but that wasn’t on purpose like i wasn’t planning on putting those two together at first but when i was writing this, 36 just fit in there so perfectly that i figured why not?? 

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Choose Wisely//Justin Bieber

Hailey Baldwin and Justin Bieber get a little TOO touchy at the beach? Where was y/n at???

“Hailey and Justin caught at the beach together with Justin’s family but, it seems like they were acting like they are more than friends. Where was y/n when all this was happening? Poor her if she doesn’t know by now…Justin is just a dirty lying little cheater.”

A tear slides down my cheek, he fucking lied to me and I believed him when he said it was only for the family. I pick up my phone debating on whether I should call and curse him out or just wait until he got back home on Friday.

“Momma, I can’t sleep.” The tiny familiar little voice said from behind me.

I turn to see Angel, our three year old daughter, rubbing her eyes with her teddy bear in her hands.

“Awe come here baby,” I pick her up and she stares at me closely.

“Are you crying, momma?” She asks, her cold yet soft hands touch my cheeks.

“Yes, but momma is going to be alright. How about we put you back to bed and I’ll tell you a bedtime story. How does that sound?” I give her a small smile in order to show that there was nothing to worry about.

She nods happily and I walk back upstairs to her room.

Later on that night, my phone rings while I am in my and Justin’s shared bedroom. Picking it up I see Justin’s name with a winking face and a heart.

“What do you want?” I asks harshly.

“Damn babe, what did I ever do to you?” He teases, lightly laughing after.

I couldn’t even stand him at the moment. “Justin I know you took her with you, so don’t even try to act dumb.”

“Took who baby gi-”

“Don’t call me that!” I shout into the phone, soon regretting that because I was hoping I did not wake Angel up. “I know you took Hailey with you…” I finally say.

“Y/n, I didn-”

“Do not try and lie to me, Justin. Are you embarrassed of your family?” I ask a little calmly now.

“No, no! I am definitely not embarrassed of you guys, I love you with all my heart.” He explained.

“Clearly you don’t show it enough. I think Hailey means more than us because you always choose her over us. You specifically told me that it was a “family” vacation but, then I go on the internet to find that she came along with you. You’re such an asshole.” I spat into the phone.

“She’s my best friend y/n and she asked to come along, I couldn’t just say no!” He spat back.

“Oooooh so what would you have done if Angel wanted to come along?” I question.

“Y/n, don’t do this..”

“See, you don’t even have anything to say because you know I am right about you choosing Hailey over us all the time. You know what call me when you stop being a selfish lying ass bastard.” I say.

“No y/n-”

“Oh and next you go on a so called only family vacation make sure you choose wisely on who gets to go with you. Bye Justin.” I hang up and slam my phone down the bed.

I bring my knees up to my chest and let out all of the tears I held in while talking Justin.

Few hours later I have packed suit cases with my and Angel’s clothing and some of her toys in them. I had called Kendall an hour ago and she said we were welcome to stay with her for as long as we wanted.

After locking the front door, I hop inside the car and find Angel still sound asleep. Glancing at the house while I am backing out of the driveway, I pray that Justin and I somehow work this out or something because I didn’t want Angel to see her parents fight. But it’s his choice to decide on whether if he wants this to work between us..


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He/She - Jelena One Shot. (Part Two)

We left them almost a year ago, finally finding peace, after years full of sadness, darkness and broken hearts; but will it stay like that?

First part.


He had just celebrated his 28th birthday.
She was 29.

He was still sleeping.
She woke up feeling a strange sensation in her stomach.
He woke up thirty minutes after.
She was in the bathroom holding a pregnancy test, but she had to leave it on the sink: their baby woke up.

He reassured her: “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”
She went back to the bathroom, a smiley face was now on the little screen.
He was calming down his little boy, holding him in his arms.
She didn’t know if it was the right time to tell him the news, she would’ve waited for lunch.

He made bacon and eggs for her, a bowl of milk and cereals for him.
She ate everything, she was so happy, she almost told him.
He saw her particularly happy and glowing with joy that morning, he kissed her lips; he still called her “baby” like when they were eighteen years old.
She said she loved him, randomly, but those were the times when she felt her love for him grow, when he did little things for her, like holding the baby for her and making breakfast.

He wanted to go out, it was such a sunny spring morning, it would’ve been a waste to spend it at home.
She agreed with him, she prepared her clothes and the baby’s. Maybe it was the right time to tell him.He wore a black shirt and blue jeans, shades on his dirty blond quiff.
She chose a lavender blouse and grey trousers, her hair was combed in a ponytail.

He took the baby carrier and put it in the car. She made her son giggle right after she sat in the passenger seat. He asked “Who wants to go at the park?” with a big smile.
She replied cheerfully, “I wanna! But I think that little Jamie wants it even more!”
He stopped the car near to a sidewalk, pretty close to the green area.
She took the carrier from the back and then put Jamie in it.

He sat down on a bench, next to his wife.
She was blowing bubbles with their son, he was so cute, he loved seeing those flying away.
He put an arm around his lady, he still looked at her in awe, like in their first months of dating.
She decided it was time to tell him the big news. “Babe, I have something important to tell you.”

He turned around to face her completely. “Tell me.” He smiled lightly.
She finally revealed her secret. “I took a test this morning and..I’m pregnant.”
“Really?! Oh my God, this is the best news ever! I love you, I love you, I love you so much.” He kissed all over her face.
She couldn’t contain her laughter, his lips were tickling her weakest points. “I love you too, and Jamie. Jamie, are you happy to be a big brother?” She smiled at him and he smiled back to his parents.

He asked Jamie if he wanted to go on the swing, and he yelled “Yes!” clapping his little palms.
She stood up, holding her husband’s warm hand while he held Jamie, he was starting to walk his first steps.
He put the baby on the swing.
She pushed him while he giggled and screamed with happiness when he reached the highest point. They laughed with him.

He kissed her shoulder, caressing her arm.
She looked back at him with a loving gaze, “I love you.” She whispered. “Always.”


2 Sundays later, in the middle of the night, he was still asleep next to her.
She suddenly woke up with an unbearable pain on her stomach, it hurt like a sword; she cried his name, begging for help. “Justin! Justin please, wake up! Call an ambulance right now!”
He immediately asked what was wrong and turned on the lights, he saw the blood stains on her pants. “There’s no time to call an ambulance, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Luckily that night, his mom was taking care of Jamie.
She kept crying desperately, he took her in his arms and carried her down the stairs. She kept yelling “My baby! I’m gonna lose my baby!”

He drove her to the hospital and asked the nurses for help, they put his wife on a wheelchair; he couldn’t follow her.
She was breathless after all those tears, the doctors begged her to calm down but how could she? She was losing her child.
In the waiting room, tears eventually came down his cheeks too. He called Selena’s mom to let her know what happened and to rush immediately there.
She couldn’t understand what was going on in that gray hospital room, she responded but she wasn’t conscious enough to understand the words that came out of their mouths, or hers too.

He saw his family and her family arriving through the sliding glass doors; he ran into his mother’s arms like when he was little, and cried on her shoulder.
She continously asked the doctor to see her husband, she needed his comfort, she needed his hands; finally they agreed to call him.
He was called into that sad room his wife was in, it gave him goosebumps. He wasn’t ready to hear that news. He wasn’t ready for a tragedy that, until a few weeks earlier looked like a gift from heaven.
She wasn’t either, but there it was. “Mrs., you’ve had a miscarriage. I’m sorry.”

He held her hands tighter and curled while she cried on his chest.
She screamed, the sound was muffled by his shirt. “No, no, no!”
He had to be strong for his love, but in that moment it was hard to hide his heart breaking, it was a sudden storm during the spring days.
“I’m sorry, Justin, I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, this isn’t your fault Selena, okay? Everything is gonna be alright.”
“No..no..” That’s all she managed to say in that moment.
He stepped out of the room to talk to the doctor.
She washed her face with cold water, but seeing the blood on her clothes only made her feel worse.

“Did something in particular, cause this?” He dried his tears.
“No, but I have a question.”
“Tell me.”
“Has she ever had previous miscarriages? Or in her family?”
“She hasn’t, but her mother had two.”
“Oh..Well sir, this isn’t going to be easy for both of you, but especially for her, take care of your wife; I saw women blaming themselves for this before, and they didn’t care about anything at all, they were self-destroying, so, as a doctor, husband, father, I ask you to give her all the love that she needs, don’t give up.”
“Thank you, I won’t.” He smirked shyly.

He greeted the families again and asked Mandy for new clothes since the ones she was wearing were dirty of a bad memory.
She was now sitting on her bed for an hour now, she zoned out, staring at some point on the wall.
“Selena, your mom brought you a clean pajama…Selena.” He tried to snap her back to reality.
“Yeah. Y-yeah, I’ll change in a minute.” She spoke with a empty voice.
He caressed her cheeks, “Selena, have a shower, wear this and sleep, you need it babe.”

She walked into the bathroom, where her tears mixed with the drops falling from the shower-head.
He was trying to stay strong in front of her, he had to.
She felt like a puppet with no strings, she was just there, living, but with no life.
He had to hold her, he had to move her arms for her, he had to move her legs for her, he had to make her heart beat again.
She wore the clean clothes, but couldn’t get her eyes off the blood stains.
“Selena? Do you need anything?” He walked through the door; she was crying looking at the mirror, holding the stained clothes.

He hugged her from behind. “Everything is gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright.”
She wanted to hug him back but she just felt..powerless.


Weeks passed: he still was her puppeteer, she couldn’t sleep most of the nights.
Sometimes, when he was still sleeping, she woke up just to smoke, until one day he found out.
“I’m sorry, I..I disappointed you..and this isn’t good for..for Jamie either. I’m a fucking mess.” She started crying.

He cooked for the family now, he still wasn’t as good as his wife.
But she left basically everything on the plate, she started to lose weight, dangerously.
He noticed that, he deleted everything from his schedule- even though he had just a few meetings- he would’ve stayed with her until things would’ve gotten better.
She took little steps. Also, she got closer to her mother, since they’ve been through the same rough path. It was a great help.
He never forgot to say “I love you” or “Thank you” to her, even for the most insignificant things.
She began to smile again once she finally stopped smoking, and when she felt sad, she played with Jamie or watched him sleep peacefully in his daddy’s arms. 

He started to see her progress, and he kept telling her how proud he was, every morning when she woke up, every night when she was about to fall asleep.
She started to eat normally and to sing lullabies to Jamie again; after that disgrace, it was hard for her to do certain actions because every thing reminded her of their little angel.
He was finally smiling cheerfully, and not just because he had to stay positive for his wife.
She focused on her son and her husband; joy was hard to find, but the love that surrounded her gave so much help, it would’ve been impossible to not reach that goal.

He started writing and recording again, he found positivity in his life, even after the bad times came dragging him towards the dark, one more time.
She learned, she learned so much about how to love herself, how to forgive herself, how to let herself be helped, she learned that even the worst times can bring beautiful lessons.
He started to ask her on dates again, which made her laugh everytime, because they always acted like when they were younger when they were happy.

“But babe, we’re married, you know when I’m not busy! You don’t have to ask me on dates!” She giggled.
He smirked, “I want to, I feel like it’s good to have a little throwback sometimes.”
“You’re so weird!”
“Proudly so since 1994.”
“Oh shut up…actually, talking about dates, we should call somebody to take care of Jamie.”
“We could call Ashley, what do you think?”

He was happy.
She was happy.


A few months later.

He was posing for pictures, holding his son, while she was on the other side.
She smiled and then she gave Jamie a birthday hat.
“Say cheese!” His mom was smiling as well behind the camera.
She had a hand on her husband’s back, slowly rubbing it.
He looked at his baby, and couldn’t believe that a year passed since he was born: he was so proud of him, and their little family.
She thought the same, she wondered how things would’ve been if she never got on that plane, or him.

Just a couple years before, he was lost, he didn’t feel loved and he didn’t want to love, because he knew that the woman that now was his wife, would’ve been the only girl she would’ve let in his heart.
So was she, she found herself lonely, a big part of her friends left her when she started to become an alcoholic, almost everyone. She couldn’t trust anyone, she couldn’t be affectionated to somebody, she couldn’t find love anymore.

But in the end, here they are.

He smiled at her wife, then stepped closer to kiss her.
She kissed him back but then took his hand and said:

“Can you feel it? She’s kicking again!”

IT’S FINALLY HEREEEEE!! i know it’s not like the first one, well it’s kind of impossible 😂😂 i hope you enjoyed this ❤ thank you for reading.
A Real Date

// In which 2012 Justin takes Y/N out for a good time //

Okay so, as a warning, I wrote this back in 2012 and it was apart of a One Direction fanfic. Even though this is old and outdated (and not to mention, cringey) it’s still lowkey cute. Enjoy !


“Justin, I don’t think you know where you are going.“ I stated. We have literally been driving for a little over an hour.

"This is my city, I know where to go,” he defended himself.

“I don’t believe you,” I laughed.

“Then why are we already here?” He smirked. I looked up to find us parked in front of an abandoned warehouse.

“What are we doing here?” I asked curiously

“It’s a surprise,” he came around and opened my door. We walked across a field to get to the door of the old building.

“You’re not going to take me in here, murder me, then dump my body in a river right?” I’m sorry I had to ask.

“Yes, A/N I how did you know?” He asked sarcastically. “Most people know me as a pop star while my victims know me as a murderer.” He yanked open the door to reveal a huge abandoned warehouse. Pillars were built randomly in the outskirts of the the room to support the second floor which was basically a huge balcony. Huge boxes and old news papers laced the walls. In the centre of the room was a pile of Nerf and water guns.

“Justin, I don’t think you want to play guns with me,“ I dug through the pile to find my perfect choice of a weapon.

"And why not?” He joined me.

“I can kick your ass” I held a little water gun to his head.

“Please Y/N, will be kicking of yours,“ he pointed at my head with a slightly bigger Nerf gun compared to mine.

"We’ll see but just a fair warning- I play to win.” I picked up the biggest gun in the pile.

“Do you think you can really handle that gun?” He looked at me. I know he did not just underestimate my size.

“I think so. How do you shoot with this one though?” I asked innocently playing along.

“Um you turn that nob, aim, then pulled back that lever,” he pointed to the plastic sticking out.

“Like this?” I quickly pulled the lever back and hit Justin dead centre on his forehead with a dart.

“Well you obviously have experience,” he laughed as he pulled the dart off his head. He sexily ran his hands through his chestnut hair.

“I used to baby sit a family with 4 little boys, I can handle myself,” I explained.

"Oh, babe that cute of you to believe that but don’t be so sure,” Justin said cockily.

“Do you want to bet?” I held out my hand to him.

“Sure. If you win you get to kiss me,” he offered.

“That doesn’t sound like too good of a prize…” I drew my hand back.

“That hurts,” Justin put his hand over his heart.

"I’m gonna hurt your ego even more when I win!” I grabbed my gun and ran to hide. I quietly walked between a pile of boxes and the dusty wall. I peeked to see Justin was gone from his previous spot and hiding as well. Let the games begin.


I kept quietly kept still trying not to blow my cover. Justin and I were both tied for three points and I sure as hell was not about to lose this final round. After a few seconds of waiting I heard quiet foot steps behind me. I rapidly moved out of my crouching position and walked  forward silently. Wait, why am I running? If anything I should be going after Justin.

I abruptly made my decision and turned around. It was so silent in this giant room a pin drop could be heard. Quiet as ever I pushed forward though not a sound echoed in the room. At this very moment Justin could be anywhere. Suddenly a scrape of a rock pierced the silence from the other corner of the room. The only way I could catch him now would be to run through the dead centre of the room, completely exposed. This was a risk I was willing to take. I started to sprint to the other side of the warehouse as if my life depended on it.

“Gotcha!” Justin popped out from the boxes in the centre of the room and tackled me to the floor with his gun pointed at me. I looked over to see a large rock on the ground where I heated the loud noise. Well I be damned. You might as we call me the basilisk from Harry Potter. I only have one option left.

“Ow!” I screamed in pain.

“What? Are you okay!? Did hurt you!?” Justin unpinned me in panic and set his gun down next to me.

“My ankle!” I yelled. I used one hand to clutch the body part.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” He looked down at my foot to examine my ‘injury.’ I quickly grabbed his gun that was left on the floor and point both of my weapons at him. Realization washed over his face.

I attempted to shoot a dart at him but he was running towards the pile of guns before I could even think. He pointed the gun at me that shot liquid filled balls that hurt like shit. I hopped up and ran for my life in the process of running behind the boxes I dropped both of my weapons. I know, 'typically stupid girl in scary movie’ move, but that wasn’t even the worst part. Besides dropping the guns I managed to trip and fall over a water hose. Justin was only meters away from me. Now, I truly have to use my last resort.

I turned on the faucet of the water hose and aimed at the boy in front of me.

“Ah! Y/N stop!” Justin tried to shield himself from the water. All I could do was laugh as I showered the poor boy in the cold water. He moved towards me in attempt to take the tool out my hand. We struggled together, fighting for the dominance of the water hose. In the process we were both exceptionally wet. The water loosened my grip on the pipe so Justin took the opportunity to pull it out of my reach. I stood on his toes to attempt at getting the hose back. My soaking wet body ended up completely pressed against his. I looked up to see Justin peering down at me with those caramel eyes of his.

The water hose was dropped and his lips crashed against mine in the next second. Our lips moved in sync hastily as I pulled at the end of his hair and his arms wrapped around my waist. His tongue met my bottom lip, begging for entrance which I declined. I’m calling the shots here.

His hands roamed my body before resting on my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I bit his bottom lip. He let out of a moaning giving our tongues the opportunity to collide. He carried are combined body weight and pressed me up against one of the many pillars without breaking the contacts of our lips. Our wet clothes stuck to our bodies as we continued.

“Imgoinktatakeyouknareeldute,” he mumbled against my lips.

“What?” I laughed while pealing my lips off of his.

“I’m going to take you on a real date. Will you do me the honor of eating dinner with me?” He smiled.

“Are you sure because let me warn you, if I order a salad it’s on the side of a steak and baked potato,” l laughed.

“I like a girl who can eat,” he nodded before kissing me again.


“Justin I can’t!” My mind was literally exploding.

“Lucie, you have to,” he commanded.

“No, it’s too hard. I can’t, I can’t!” I threw my face into my hands. I can’t do this.

“Lucie, you’re doing good. Come on you can do it,” he tried to encourage me.

“I don’t want to,” I said sadly.

“Lucie your so close,” he said slowly.

“Ugh!” I groaned. I don’t think I can do this.

“Just do it,” Justin said as if he could read my mind.

“No, I want it,” I took a stand.

“It’s to big for you,” he shook his head in disbelief.

“No, it isn’t. I can do it,” I believe in myself.

“Lucie, only one more time,” he reminded me.

“Okay, I can do this,” I breathed.

“I believe in you babe,” he put his hand on the small of my back.

“Ugh! Okay okay fine” Justin smiled at me in satisfaction.

“I decided I want a slice of the Reese’s cheesecake,” I told the waiter that was waiting patiently for me to order.

“It should be ready in a couple of minutes,” the waiter headed into the kitchen. Justin had another surprise for me so we were taking the dessert to go.

“Good job!” Justin held his hand for a high five. I merely glared at it. Why the hell would he bring me to Cheesecake Factory? I even can’t make a normal decision. How the hell did he expected me to choose one type of dessert out of fifty different choices? When I got down to the Reese’s cheesecake and the Nutella cheesecake and that’s when things got extremely hard.

“Aw, don’t leave me hanging.” He waved his hand. I gave him an angry smile before close the gap between our hands.

“Hand hug!” His thumb wrapped around to my hand like an arm would do to another person. I copied the gesture with my thumb.

“You are one weird kid,” I laughed while pulling away from the 'hug’. He gasped and covered his heart with his hand as if my comment hurt him.

“Here you two are: one slice of Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake Cheesecake and a slice of Oreo Extreme Cheesecake,” the man opened our carry out boxes to show us our order.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” I gasped. I now understand why Justin only allowed me order one slice.The cheesecake was MASSIVE.


“Nooo… Don’t change the song! Elvis is the jam,” I said as Justin pulled out Jailhouse Rock album from the cd player.

“As amazing as Elvis is I am guessing that you know 95% of his music. Am I right?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yes,” I huffed.

“Wouldn’t you rather listen to something you have never heard?” We pulled over on the side of a forgotten and underused road. A field surrounded us on both sides.

“I suppose. Depends on who the singer is.” I shrugged.

“I think you may like this singer. Look.” he nodded over the glove compartment. I opened it and inside was-

“Holy shit! No way! Are you serious you can’t joke with me on this topic!” I rambled.

“Just open it,” he encouraged. In my hands I was holding Justin’s new album Believe which doesn’t come out for another week or so. I, being the fan girl that I am, started crying. My hands started shaking as I put the cd into the player.

“Lucie, do you w-”

“Shhhhhhh!” I quieted him frantically. The first song started playing and as much as I wanted to have a conversation with the boy, I would kill to listen to his music.

When boyfriend came on as the second song I had to sing along because it was the only song on this album that I already knew by heart. “Swag swag swag on Lou chilling by the fire while Niall’s eating fondue Harry knows about me Liam knows about you
So say hello to DJ Malik in three two flick!” I sang.

“What was that?” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Boyfriend One Direction version, duh!” I thunked Justin on the head. Some fan dmed those lyrics to me and since then I have not been able so sing the song correctly.

“And you call me weird one,” he scoffed before laughing. I joined in his laugh but we both became silent as the next few songs played.

“Lucie we are going to dance,” Justin informed me.

“But I want to listen to your music,” I whined.

“But if you dance with me I will give you the album,” he offered. I was out of that car before a slut could open her legs.

“We’re going to dance here?” I asked while standing in the middle of the road.

“Yeah why not?” He turned on the headlights for us to see and turned the music up while leaving both of the car doors open so the sound would travel to us.

“I could take you out. I could take you home. I could take you home, Where you wanna go? I could pick it up. We could take it slow. I could take you home, oh oh oh”

His rested both hands on my waist whilst my arms wrapped around his neck. This song wasn’t exactly slow dance material but it didn’t matter. We found our rhythm in seconds and were dancing in small circles. The whole time, his caramel eyes were locked on my brown ones. I loved the way my dressed flowed in the light breeze that also blew my curls all over the place.

“I might have a reputation, But there’s only me and you in this equation. I promise this occasion. Is a different situation, for your information. Don’t get me wrong, you know it’s right
Don’t be so cold, we could be fire tomorrow we’ll go, let’s start tonight. You know what it’s all about.” The song continued.

He pulled back and spun me under his arm. I couldn’t help but let out a happy giggle when he pulled my body back against his. My back side was pressed against his front as we moved against each other.

“I could take you out. I could take you home. I could take you out. I could take you home. I could take you out. I could take you home. I could take you out. I could take you home.”

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered in my ear. A shiver was sent down my back and goose bumps raised on my neck. I turned around and kissed him full on the lips.

“Baby señorita, mon chéri, please be my little lady, my little lady. Mi amor, you’re the one I adore, come on be my little lady, my little lady.”

I led us back towards the car and he pressed me against the hood while attacking my neck with his lips. I pulled away teasingly and got into the passenger’s seat of the car. He understood the hint that I wanted privacy against the outside world and ran around the car and threw himself in. As soon as his door was closed I leaned over the arm rest and continued what I started.

His hand ran threw my hair while one my hands was pressed against the window on the car, and the other was in his hair. His tongue slipped out slowly, asking for permission which I gladly gave him.  Our tongues fought until I moved and started paying attention to his neck. If he was going to mark me I will do the same to him. I smiled against him when I heard him moan as I sucked on his sweet spot. I moved my legs to strangle his waist as I continued. Both his hands snaked around my waist encouraging me to continue straddling him.

I yelped when my elbow accidentally hit the button that caused the horn to honk. He chuckled before pushing me back softly and connecting lips again.
He trapped me between his hands that were on placed beside the steering wheel behind me. His lips, the way they worked against me, his smell that was intoxicating, his pretty brown eyes, it all drove me crazy and make me want him so much more. I grounded my lower half against him while biting his bottom lip causing him to groan lowly.

“If you know, you know I like that out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. Get your hands up if you out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.” Justin’s voice sang through the stereo. I pulled away and quirked my eyebrow up at him. He merely smiled and went back to work on my neck.

“Hey baby girl, I like your accent-cent-cent.”

“Do you like my accent, Justin?” I asked. He kissed and sucked on my neck tenderly.

“Does that answer your question?” He mumbled against my neck. Out the corner of my eye I saw flashes go off at Justin continued to please me.

“Did you see that?” I asked, looking around.

“See what?” He pulled away swiftly.

“That flash,” in the next second Justin threw me into my seat and started to open his door angrily.

“Justin whoa! Calm down!” I pulled him back and closed his door.

“Lucie someone could’ve gotten a picture of us,” he protested.

“Justin you have tinted windows,” I put myself in the same position I was moments before and kissed him fiercely once again.


this is just an oldie i wanted to share - drea💫

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