Justin Bieber Imagines

You Want to Spend Xmas with Your Fam

"You know we agreed on Christmas day being with my family and Christmas Eve being with your family," Justin argued, as he walked into the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge. I sighed, trying to meet eye to eye but he just wouldn't listen.

"Justin, my family is in Colombia, their visas only just got approved. I want to spend as much time as I can with them! They really want to meet you," I whined.

"And I will, when they get here, and on Christmas Eve, Y/N, but I also have a family, you know," he sighed, almost slamming the bottle of water on the table.

"I-I know- you're really mad about this, Jay?" I scoff, my eyes squinting with confusion. "My family can barely step foot here, they've never been here before and you're worried that we're not spending Christmas with your family even though we've spent it with them for the past 3 years we've been together?"

"Y/N, your family celebrates Christmas Eve-"

"Yet we've never spent a Christmas Eve with them because it's always with yours," I say, through my gritted teeth. It annoyed me so much that Justin couldn't see how important this was to me. My family has never been to the states and we've always been with his family since my parents moved back there. I haven't been able to spend a holiday with my family for 3 years because I wanted to make Justin happy. It's my turn.

"They can come with," he mumbled. I shook my head and scoffed once more, completely shocked at how shallow he was being.

"You know what, Justin? You can spend time with your family both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and I'll spend time with my family on both of those days as well. I hope I'm not so missed," I say, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, hoping Justin wouldn't follow me. But he always does the exact opposite of what I want.

"You're not going to be with me for the holidays?" he asked. I didn't know why he was acting so shocked.

"No, Justin, I'm not," I simply respond, looking back at the TV, which was off by the way because I couldn't find the remote.

I ended up finding it and turning it on so that the noise that was coming out of his mouth could be drowned out.

"I don't know why we can't fucking compromise with this!" he exclaimed, running both of his hands through his hair and sighing while turning to the window.

"Because it's always about what you want! It's never about what I want. I've been putting up with this for 3 fucking years because I love you and I love your family, and I love seeing how happy you are when you finally get to reunite with him, but I haven't spent holidays with my family in the 3 years I've spent them with yours," I explained, he noticed my frustration because I never raise my voice at him, no matter how many times he does.

"You never asked," he sighed once more, walking towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows at that shitty response.

I never asked? What kind of response is that?

"I'm not supposed to ask. You always expect we're spending the holidays with your family every year. You never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to spend holidays with mine. But the attention can't be off of you for a second, right?" I roll my eyes at the end of the sentence, going up the stairs leaving him there like the idiot he was putting himself out to be.

I wanted to spend time with my family. They always get a little cranky with me around this time because they always felt like I never made the effort to go out there to spend time with them, but they got their Visas approved.

Anyone who's not from the States knows how hard it is to get a Visa. Justin knows that.

They thought that I preferred Justin's family over my own, which wasn't true at all. I always saw how stressed Justin was at times and I knew that seeing his family and having his girlfriend right next to him made him feel at peace. I just wanted to make him happy.

I pulled the covers over top of me, considering the night time made me feel tired, and this type of argument made me feel exhausted.

I heard the door creek open and I knew Justin walked in to talk, or not talk. Whatever.

"Babe," he mumbled, getting into bed next to me, making the sheets go up meaning that he was getting under them. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I mutter, moving farther away from him. I knew he realized because he gently grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"For not allowing you to spend time with your family. I didn't know you felt like that," he began. "And I'm sorry for never asking you what you wanted. I know you always do things for me because you want me to happy but I want you to be equally as happy. If anything I want you to be more happy."

I finally turned around to face him, to genuinely see if he was being honest or if he was only apologizing because he wanted me to fall for it, he does that sometimes.

"I mean it, baby. If you want us to go to Colombia for the holidays, then that's what we're going to do. I'm putting you first like I promised I'd always do," he says. "I'll even book the flight tonight and we can leave tomorrow night which gives you a whole week before Christmas and Christmas Day, and we can even stay a week after that. Whatever you want is what you'll get."

I smiled at him, knowing he was being genuine and knowing he meant he what he was saying. That's the one thing I loved about him is that even when we argue, it always comes down to him making sure i'm happy even when I was the one who started the argument and I was the one who was wrong.

"Thank you, Jay," I whisper, leaning in closer to give him a peck on the lips, which of course being the horn dog he is, he leaned in for another, which happened to be even more deep than a peck.

"I love you, princess, I'm sorry for being such a dick," he mumbled against my lips. He didn't give me a chance to tell him it was alright simply because his lips wouldn't let go of mine.

"You know they're coming here right?" I chuckle. I would never turn down a trip to Colombia but they want to experience L.A.

"They don't have to, babe. It'll be too much work for them, it's better for us to make the trip there. Besides, what are those things I like to eat over there?"

I laugh and shake my head. "Buñuelos."

"Those things! I fucking love them."