Imagine for Kristah:
You are the actress in Justin’s new music video, As Long As You Love Me. You’ve been there about 5 times, and you and Justin have really gotten to know each other good since it started. You got to know each other so well that you now hangout outside of the filming. You’ve always been a Belieber, but you never told him that. And honestly, being around him, and actually kissing him in the filming, made you lightheaded every time.
You were in your room getting ready to leave for the filming, when you hear someone knock on the door. You ran downstairs to answer. You opened the door to see Justin casually standing right in front of you. You totally forgot he was supposed to pick you up. Your heart began beating super-fast.
“Hey,” he said, smiling. His eyes started at your face, moving slowly down, taking in your outfit. He then moved back up to your eyes and smiled again. “You look nice.”
You felt your face turn red, and were glad you had just put a load of cover-up on so he wouldn’t see. You got control of yourself and replied, “Thanks, you do too.” You both smiled.
“So, ya ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, hang on let me grab my jacket,” you replied, running inside real quick to grab it, and then running back out. “’Kay, let’s go.”
You walked to Justin’s dark tented car, about to open the door when he suddenly opened it for you. You smiled and got in. Justin walked to the other side, got in, and started driving to the filming place.
“What do you wanna listen to?” Justin asked, flipping through radio stations.
You smiled, “As Long As You Love Me.” You said.
Justin laughed, “You like that song? Thought you’d be sick of it now, listening to it all day long.”
You laughed too, “Yeah, no. I love that song...” Justin pulled out his ‘Believe’ CD and played #3, As Long As You Love Me.
“As long as you la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la, la la la love me...” he sang along. You giggled as he changed pitches, sounding purposely horrible to make you laugh. He laughed, too.
“Do you like to sing?” he asked. “Kinda,” you replied.
“Sing for me.” He said. You blushed, not really wanting to. You were self-conscious of your voice, not only around him but everyone.
“Oh come on, just sing. I bet you sound really good,”
“I mean, I think I do, but it’s embarrassing. So, I’m good.”
“Fine,” he said. He then, stopped the car. You realized you were there already. “Later then, we have some making out to do.” He winked before getting out of the car, knocking you breathless.