Justin Bieber Imagines

Best Friends To Lovers

"Justin? Justin Bieber?"

My stomach drops.

"Yeah! He's the sweetest guy, oh you should meet him some time!"

"You're dating him?" I ask. The blonde haired girl nods at me, sipping her tea.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, yeah, we uh, we used to be friends," I mumble passively.

"Oh! So not anymore?"

"Not really, we had a bit of a falling out a while ago," I say, staring at my feet. What the hell? He knows I don't like this stupid girl, stupid Abbie. He knows I don't like her.

"Oh, well that's too bad! I'm glad I saw you here, it's been too long since we've talked!" This bitch is too perky.

"Yep, just walking through the mall and here you are," I grit my teeth. "Listen, I've got somewhere I really need to be in a minute, so do you think I could head on out?" I lie.

"Oh, sure! Of course! Sorry to keep you," she grins. Then she adjusts her bra so her boobs are on display, flips her hair, and walks away. Slut.

I run out of the mall, disregarding the other shops I wanted to go to and climb into my brother's car. Thank god I took it, instead of going with a friend. I need my own car. I've got a license, I need a car.

I drive away from the mall and onto a busy road, but with smoothly flowing traffic. About two minutes away from Justin's house, I start thinking. Am I actually doing this? His parents could be home, and I'm not screaming at him in front of them. Whatever.

I take a deep breath and park in his driveway. I smooth off my jeans before jogging up to his door and ringing the bell, crossing my arms.

His parents aren't home. Still at work, I guess. Justin answers the door, and looks both surprised and delighted to see me. He smirks.

"Hey, babe. Long time no see."

"What the hell, Justin? I know you're mad at me, but seriously? Abbie?" I shout.

"Jealous, (Y/N)?"

"No! Just pissed off! You don't talk to me for a month and then you start dating the only girl in the world that I actually hate, actually hate with a passion! And you know I hate her, too, you know it."

"Yeah, I do. Did it occur to you that I'm just trying to piss you off?" He grins.

"You're insane."

"I know that when you're mad, you deal with it yourself." He leans against the doorframe. He looks good, I'll admit. "I knew you'd come find me and yell at me, cuss me out a little," he chuckles, "because you'd find out and be pissed."

"Why the hell didn't you just come talk to me?! Dammit, Justin, use your head!" I cry.

"Now, that would just be too easy, wouldn't it?" Justin mumbles, and grabs one of my hands. I try to pull away, but the boy's strong.

"C'mon, let's talk," he says, and leads me inside. I sigh in defeat and follow him. We sit on his couch.

"I hate her, too," he says.

"Then why the fuck did you ask her out?"

"Because I wanted to make you mad. You don't think quite as straight so it would be easier for you to forgive me. Besides, you're funny when you're mad," he smiles. I flick him in the head.

"I miss you," he admits. "A lot. I was stupid for blaming you for breaking the guitar, that was stupid. I just figured that since you wanted to learn how to play, and you like that one, that you'd find a way to break it. Stupid, stupid, I know. And then not talking to you, or believing you, or trusting you. Dick move, I'll admit it. Why the hell would you break my guitar?"

"Exactly," I sigh. "Justin, all I wanted was an apology," I say softly.

"Well I apologize. I'm sorry, (Y/N), really, I am. Hey, c'mere," he says, and holds out his arms. I sigh again and climb into them, giving him a hug. He rests his chin on my shoulder and rubs my back. "I'm sorry."

"I know, Justin. It's okay."

"It is?" He looks confused. "Just like that?"

"Yes! I told you I just wanted an apology! And dump Abbie," I add quickly.

"I will, cutie." He smiles at me.

"Now what do you wanna do?"

"I've got an idea," Justin mumbles, and leans towards me. Before I know it, his lips are on mine. My eyes are wide open until he puts his hand on my cheek, then I just melt and my eyelids flutter shut. He's kissing me. And we're best friends. And I'm kissing back.

He keeps one hand on my cheek and the other on my hip, and I put one of my own hands behind his neck. I play with the ends of his hair with my thumb, until he eventually pulls away.

"What the hell?" I mumble, my eyes locked on his. He frowns.

"You kissed back."

"I'm not saying I didn't like it, I'm wondering why you kissed me."

"So you liked it?" I blush.

"Yes," I mutter. He grins.

"Good, because I'm going to do it again." I beat him, this time, and kissed him, first. I lean forward and eventually straddle his hips with my knees, my elbows on his shoulders and my hands falling behind his neck.

"So you like me, too?"

"Justin, you idiot," I giggle and kiss his cheek, plopping into his lap.

"Is… that a yes?"

"Yes, stupid. I like you too"

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