Request: can you do an imagine where justin misses Y/N and be clingy everytime they talk bc he’s on tour and with the help of Scooter and the crew, Y/N surprises justin on tour. love your imagines! <3
So sorry for the wait. Im a terrible writer. But I hope it was worth it.
Lectures - probably one of the most boring and time consuming activity incorporated into my daily week as a university student. The constant blabbing of a professor and failed ability to keep your eyes open only made the hours so much more unbearable.
The female professor currently diverging into a heavy lecture on the topic of economic perspectives was really beginning to become increasingly annoying - not that it wasn’t before - but at this current moment, I had never contemplated throwing a text book at a persons head more then I had now.
“From an economical point of view - the standpoint of where you are on the spectrum of wealth, age, health, income-” If I didn’t focus on something other then her voice soon, I was seriously going to cause a scene.
And that won’t look good on my report card.
If only someone were to come to my rescue and save me of my misery. A.K.A this class.
‘But that’s one thing that I know for sure. I’ll show you….’
The sound had my entire body stifling and eyes widening in cringing shock. All people within a 5 meter radius of me, turning my way with annoyed eyes. The professor at the front shot me a quick glare for interrupting her class, and as I dove for my phone, she continued to speak over the ringing.
I could of sworn I put it on silent before class.
Finally reaching the source, I managed to click the main switch and silence the phone, also setting it to vibrate only. A sigh of relief was blown through my nose, but was quickly drawn back in once seeing the name displayed amongst the screen.
A picture taken by Carl of Justin and I mucking about displayed against the name ‘Justin my baby boy ❤️❤️’.
I almost wanted to tear up at the name but managed to hold back the emotions and shove my phone back into my pocket. It had been months since I’d seen the boy and right now I knew he was in Sydney for the Hillsong conference.
The poor boy had a completely different time zone then me and was probably up real late at whatever time it was, waiting for an hour he knew I’d be free. Though something I had forgotten to mention to him was that they had rescheduled my lecture today.
After a second or two, silence from my phone finally overcame the blurring tone and all that was heard again was the professors voice. I listened intently, jotting down some notes as she spoke before once again, the ringing began.
Though it was nothing but a buzz this time, the sound was still audible throughout lecture hall, and once again, all attention was drawn back on me.
My first instinct at this moment being to just act like I couldn’t hear it and continue on with my work was a complete fail when the professor stopped and directed her eyes towards me, a scowl of disapproval present.
The professed folded her arms in clear annoyance, “Is there an emergency Miss L/N or are you deliberate trying to distract my class?” She called out in an annoyed tone.
Was she serious? It wasn’t like I was calling myself! I can’t control whoever was on the other line - that person more then likely being Justin.
“No professor,” I vigorously shook my head. “It’s just that my bo-”
“Phone.” She suddenly interrupted, drawing out an arm with grabby fingers. At her request I froze with a frown.
“What?” I questioned.
“Phone Miss L/N!” She called out. I would be lying If I said this woman didn’t scare me, and with a huff - not wanting to annoy the woman further - I slid my phone from my pocket and stood up.
I began my descent down the isle, feeling all eyes of many students following my figure with either a humoured, thankful or annoyed glare. Soon I was stood directly in front of the frightening woman, watching as she motioned me to place it in her hand.
And with a sigh, and a glance down at my boyfriends name, I sadly obliged.
My shoulders slumped as I watched her draw away back over to her desk, and began walking back to my seat with a sad aura. Friends from around all glanced back with sorry eyes and with one last huff, I slumped back in my seat.
The professor on the other hand was glancing down at the phone, obviously ready to roast the shit out of me. All professor’s were the same. They all knew who my boyfriend was and loved to have a go at me. Maybe they felt satisfaction in having power over a popstar’s girlfriend.
“’Justin my baby boy, love heart, love heart.’” She read out the contact name for the class to hear. Many chuckled at her announcement all except me, who slumped back in the chair with red cheeks. “I’m guessing this is Mr Bieber.”
Lord kill me now.
“I didn’t know you were so kinky Miss L/N.” She smirked. Was this even permitted? Though once again, the class laughed and I remained silent.
Suddenly, a ping was heard throughout the room, and the professor’s smirk grew as she looked down at my phone. “Justin wants you to call him as soon as you get this message. Or, and I quote ‘Baby girl please call me when you get this I miss you’re touch, sad face’.”
Why was she doing this?! Oh lord I feel so embarrassed.
Then another message rolled in, and as the professor smirked, scanning her eyes over the message, she suddenly paled over and it hadn’t taken me less then a minute to realise what had happened.
Justin tended to talk dirty when I didn’t pick up, it was a method he had which was to make me flush enough to the point where I got mad and called him back to verbally abuse him, which usually lead to a normal conversation.
“Uh, Y-You can take you’re phone back Y/N.” The professor suddenly stuttered. “You can call you’re boyfriend outside.” She announced, until she suddenly perked up, the professional manner once again taking over. “But you only have 5 minutes.”
With an exasperated nod, I made my way down the aisle, grabbing aholf of my phone and was out the door dialling the boys number.
The call hadn’t even made it through the first full dial before Justin’s voice was heard through the other side, his voice urgent and excited.
“Hey baby girl! God I missed you, What are you doing? Wait- don’t answer that you’re probably studying as usual. How are you?” The way the boy raced through his words had my heart swelling in adoration, it really showed how much he missed me.
With a chuckle, I glanced around at the few students bustling through the halls before sighing. “Slow down baby, I’m good. What about you?”
“I’m great! The Hillsong is really fun. But’s it’s kinda boring without you.” He muttered.
Awe my poor baby. “Yeah, I’ve seen some photo’s. You’ve actually been stopping to take some pictures with fans. It look’s fun. But don’t think too much about me, don’t let me spoil you’re fun.”
“I miss you.” He suddenly blurted and I chuckled heartily at the way he felt the need to tell me.
“Me too baby.”
“I wish you were here.” He sighed quietly. “How’s Uni?”
“I-It’s good.” I stuttered. “I’m actually in lecture hall right now.”
Justin’s voice ceased for a minute, before he suddenly spoke up with a shocked and apologetic tone, frantically spluttering words in urgency.” Oh shit! Are you getting lectured? Did I interrupt you? Shit baby I’m sorry. I didn’t kn-”
“Relax Jay.” I giggled. “It’s fine. I mean my professor publicly humiliated me but It backfired in her face when you started sending messages, and I got to leave the class for a bit. Win win, right?”
“Backfired in you’re professors face?” He questioned.
I sighed. “It’s a long story, I’ll facetime you later.”
“Facetime.” He muttered to himself. “I wish you were here to tell me instead.”
The way he spoke always made me feel so bad. I was the one who rejected his offer to go on tour with him but school came first, he always told me to never quit it considering he regret dropping out himself.
“I’m sorry baby.” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows. But Justin’s voice once again came back with urgency.
“No it’s not you’re fault! I just miss you is all.”
“I know.” Then it was silent for a second before I decided to speak up. “What time is it over there?”
A few shuffling sounds were heard, as well as justin breathing an “Um.” before he spoke. “It’s 3:30.”
“In the afternoon?”
“In the morning.” He corrected.
I gasped. “Justin baby, you need to sleep!”
Though I could just picture Justin shaking his head. “I don’t need sleep, I need to hear you’re voice.”
His words, so charming, he knew just how to make a woman feel special, but overall I sighed. “Baby you have to be up early tomorrow and I’m sure Scooter will kill me if he knows I kept you up.”
“Scooters awake too.” Justin announced and I sighed muttering a ‘smartass’ under my breath.
“Well I gotta get back to my class anyways. At least before my professor eats me.” I muttered.
“Hey!” he growled. “Only I get to eat you.”
My cheeks heated at the sexual joke he pulled, sighing as i heard him chuckle through the line. “You are disgusting.” I whispered. “Alright, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Okay.” He frowned.
And as I went to pull the phone from my face, he suddenly called. “Wait!”
“I love you.” He cheesed and I chuckled.
“Love you too babe.”
And then the line went dead. I felt bad for the boy, he’s been so clingy lately and I knew that was just a result of the distance and the lack of time we’d had to spend together. Now time for one more quick call.
With a few clicks of a button and a number of dials, the person finally picked up.
“Hello?” The raspy voice questioned.
“Scooter!” I exclaimed. “Hey, I need you’re help…”
The smiles of people from around were really beginning to get to me, a smile of my own plastered across my face. The way people where really respecting me here made me feel welcomed, they gave me space and most kept their phones away.
I waved at the girls currently calling my name, grateful that they ceased to take their phones out. They smiled, approaching me with an intent to converse and not take pictures, God I was enjoying this.
But I wish Y/N was here.
“Oh my gosh, hi.” A blonde smiled in a cute australian accent.
(A/N: Ew. I hate it. But Justin likes them so…. *sassily flicks hair over shoulder*)
“Were so excited you’re here.” She exclaims, motioning to the brunnette besides her who began vigorously shaking her head in agreement.
“Are you enjoying hillsong?” The brunnette asked.
I nodded, smiling down at the two, they looked young, but not child-like. Mature, maybe 16, no less then 15.
“I’m loving it. I love being able to exclaim what I believe, ya know?” I smiled to which the girls nodded.
“Yeah, I come every year, It’s a fun way to preach.” The blonde said.
“It is, isn’t it?” I agreed. “Yeah my friend Carl is a pastor and we came together, I just feel li-”
“Justin!” A voice suddenly exclaimed, interrupting me of my sentence, and I spun on my heels to spot scooter motioning me over. With a nod, I held a hand out to the two in front of me, a pout on their faces as I announced “One second girls.” But they nonetheless nodded.
“Yeah?” I questioned as I approached the man.
“Was I interrupting something?” He questioned.
With a glance back at the eager girls still eyeing me with patient eyes, I nodded. “A little.”
“Well in that case I should just leave.” This time, the voice came from somewhere behind the bulky man in front of me, this one being a familiar rasp of femininity who I had yet to hear in person for months.
My eyes widened, heart sinking but also speeding up momentarily. I felt mixed, emotions wise - happy, confused, joyful. She was here, really here. My baby girl.
“Y/N?!” I questioned with a hopeful mindset, some sort of doubt that it just might not have been her building within, but as I spot a petite body emerging from behind, that doubt withered into a joyous reunion.
“Baby!” I exclaimed, running forward. Catching Y/N In my arms, I lifted her and began twirling my baby girl around. She laughed, clutching into me for dear life when I finally settled her down.
“Are you really here?!”
At the words, she chuckled, reaching both arms to link behind my neck. “Yeah baby I’m here.” She clarified.
The smile on her face left me trailing my eyes over her lips, a tugging urge to lean forward and place mine against her’s was overpowering, and in a matter of seconds I found myself doing just that.
She wasted no time in returning the gesture, no surprise evident on her small being as she intensified the kiss. People around watched on with smiles, some with their phones out recording the scene before them but for once, I didn’t mind.
I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I had never missed her as much as I had now and now she was finally back in my arms. Slowly, we finally began pulling away with red cheeks, a slight blue tinge also from the lack of oxygen.
God, I missed those lips.
“Fuck I missed you.” I sighed, leaning my forehead against her own.
“I missed you too.” She whispered.
“But I mean, what about school?” I frowned.
Y/N only shrugged. “They can wait on me for a while. Besides, this is so much better then daily lectures.”
I chuckled, closing the space between us. I intertwined our lips once again, moving the flesh in sync with each others. Pins and needles shot up between the space she touched, the girl had me numb with her fingers yet I loved the feeling, just like I loved her. “ So much better.” I agreed.
We believe that God is enough. But sometimes we trust in our own intellect and ability to reason and rationalize. Realise that Christ is enough! If we enthrone our intellect we dethrone the Spirit of God in our life. Our intellect is a gift, but never let it replace the truth that Christ is enough. Don’t allow for intellectual pride. Christ IS enough!
Brian Houston, Hillsong Conference Europe 2013 – #thisisrevival.
me and our youth group have dreamed to fly to the hillsong conference in London for years but it never came true because of different reasons.
Today we had our christmas party in church and it was beautiful. We celebrated all togheter and even some refugees from somalia and the iraq joined us,it was a great time . After the service was over,one of our church members told us that the church will give us 2000 euros to fly to london. We were so happy and couldn´t believe what was going on.
now we´re going to the hillsong conference in london next year so my question is if anbody else is gonna be there so we could have a little meet up there if you´d like :)
I´m super excited,to go to london has been a dream of mine for so long and now it´s finally coming true.
never give up on your dreams god will make them come true !
Hasn’t been a month since Hillsong Conference London and my life has been turned upside down & sideways, shaken and tumbled up already!
It was wild.
I had to let go of a relationship that is not glorifying God. I had to make a conscious effort to find someone whom I can be accountable to (praise God for divine connections!) I am moving flats and stepping out of my comfort zone. A long time desire has been stirred up back. And I had the privilege to invite for next year’s conf- to God be the glory!
It was embarrassing though. I thought my plans were great and action plans well mapped out. But God showed me clearly how futile they all were. He works through our desires to bring Himself the most amount of glory through it all! In the process, I am being scraped and sharpened and man, every bit of my flesh cries out in pain! But I am thankful for God is a God of Action and (as always) He’s got my best interest.
Next year would be amazing. Today would be great!
I am excited for what God is doing in this city. I want to experience God move in a corporate way. I believe He wants to see not just worshippers but movers. I pray that Christianity will be tangible in our circles. The church be an oasis in the desert. I pray that there won’t be any borders among congregations. ‘Me’ and 'Us’ thinking be destroyed.. It’s about time 'We’ step up and push the boundaries. We may all be different but we all have the same love and passion for Jesus. Today in my quiet time, God reminded me again that I am imperfect. The church is not perfect but God is! We have to stop creating the impression that we are holy and chosen and exclusive when in reality we all struggle..in fact, we are in dire desperation for God’s presence.
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9
May our lives show His abundant grace. May every word we speak and every move we make magnify the big God we have that way our circles will not be able to deny the big God that we serve.. They may not agree with it but they will not be able to deny it! I pray our hearts be stirred up all the more. That we get rooted… soaked in His presence.
One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek, inquire for, and insistently require: that I may dwell in His presence all the days of my life, to behold and gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple. Psalm 27:4
Lastly, this passion should not stop. It should extend outwards. In our circles- our workplace, our families, our relationships and even in our daily interaction with strangers. By grace, we are able to make manifest the love of Jesus in our everyday lives. Do not wait till you are ready. You are because the Holy Spirit is in you. It’s about time to actually move in the claims that we make in the pew.
Fathom this: What can a sovereign, all knowing, almighty God do to a heart that is fully surrendered to Him? More so, HEARTS that are fully surrendered to Him?