Justin Bieber Imagines (Completed)

Little Princess

Request for Pixie__

"Do we have to leave her?" Justin wines.

You just dropped your 4 year old daughter off at Jeremy's house.

"Yes Justin. Come on, it's only for a couple of hours, you need to concentrate on your work."

He sighs.

You back out of the driveway and head home.

***

"I miss her." He says when he walks through the house.

"It hasn't even been half an hour yet." You laugh.

"But I miss her, she's my little princess."

"I thought I was your princess?"

"You still are. She's my little princes, you're my bigger princess." He says wrapping his arms around your waist and pecking your lips.

"Good, because you're still my prince." You smile.

You both kiss then you pull apart earning a groan from Justin.

"Now you have to work." You say and walk into the kitchen, Justin follows behind you like a puppy.

"Can't I just have one more kiss?" He pouts his lips.

"Will you then go and do work?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Fine."

You lean you to kiss him and place your lips on his. You feel him smile into the kiss and grabs your ass, you pull away.

"Okay, work, now."

"Okay, okay." He puts his hands up in defence while chuckling.

You watch him walk upstairs to his studio.

"God I love him." You sigh happily to yourself.

You start cleaning the kitchen.

Justin's Point of View

As I'm reading over the song lyrics I have already, I start to get a call on my phone.

Dad.

"Hello?" I ask concerned.

"D-daddy, p-please pick-k me up-p. G-grandpa is being-g mean to-o me." I hear my little girl sob. My heart breaks.

"Why what happened?" I start picking up my things and head downstairs.

"He s-said I w-was being-g a naughty g-girl."

"Just wait honey, I'm coming. I won't be long."

"Okay." She sniffles.

"I love you." I coo.

"I love y-you too."

She hangs up.

(y/n) spots me as I come into the kitchen in search of the car keys.

"What happened?" She asks concerned.

"(y/d/n) is upset."

"Honey, she'll be fine."

"No she won't, she called me on my dads phone crying. He called her a naughty girl, you know she takes those things to heart."

I find the keys and head to the car.

I back out of the driveway to my Dad's place.

I knock loudly on the door.

Dad opens it after awhile.

"Where's my daughter?" I ask angrily.

"Why? What?" He asks confused.

I push passed him.

"(y/d/n)?" I call.

"Daddy! I'm in here!"

I follow her voice to the lounge room.

She stands up and runs to me. I kneel down and hug her.

"It's okay. We're going home now." I soothe her. I notice my dad walk in. "Can you just stay here for a second, I need to talk to Grandpa."

"Okay."

I kiss the top of her head and turn to dad, I turn his arm and lead him out in the hall.

"You don't have to right to say that to her." I growl angrily.

"Say what?"

"Call her a naughty girl. She has a soft heart, she gets really upset when people call her names."

"I was just trying to teach her."

"Leave it to me, her father, to teach her."

I go back in the lounge room and pick (y/d/n) up.

I walk out of the house and strap her into her car seat.

I get into the front and look through the mirror, she's still quite upset.

"Would some ice cream make you feel better?"

She nods quickly, a smile creeping onto her face.

I drive off to an ice cream shop, this makes her happy and I bring her home.

"We're back." I call into the house.

(y/n) appears into the room.

"I got ice cream mommy." (y/d/n) giggles. "But daddy told me not to tell you." She says shyly.

"Oh really?" She says looking a me, a small amused smile playing on her lips.

"She's onto us (y/d/n)! Lets go." I pick her up and carry her upstairs to the studio.

She giggles uncontrollably.

I close the door.

"That was close." I say.

She keeps giggling. I kiss her chubby cheeks.

"Come on, you want to see what I've been working on?"

"Yes."

I sit down on the chair and place her on my lap. I start to play the new song I've been working on.

***

"I love it daddy!"

"It's about you beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You deserve a song." I smile at her, she smiles back with the same expression as her mom whenever I tell her I wrote a song about her.

"Daddy? Do you think I'm a naughty girl?"

"No honey, of course not. Grandpa doesn't think so either. Just because you may do one thing wrong it doesn't change that fact that you have a beautiful, kind, sweet heart. You're a good girl."

She smiles and hugs me.

I kiss the top of her head.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I don't care who you are, you don't hurt my daughter's feelings.

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