Justin Bieber Imagines

"They're Taking You Away"

"So you guys are staying over tonight?" I uneasily asked Justin's friends who were spread out on the living room floor with a bunch of snacks, beer and I swear I saw a cigarette hiding in Maejor's pocket. The boys nodded, paying attention to the TV that displayed a very intense basketball game.

I sighed a little, nodding my head as I remove myself from their space, and walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. It's not that I hated Justin's friends; they were the coolest. The only thing about them, is they don't have girlfriends of their own, and they don't have any family living in L.A. The only family they have to see at the moment, is Justin. 

They're here from the morning all the way to night time, stealing Justin every moment they get. I started to feel like I don't even see my boyfriend 95% of the time since when they stay over, he spends the night in the living room with them. I missed him, I missed sleeping with him and cuddling with him at night.

I was ripped out of my thoughts by my boyfriend walking into the kitchen with an empty bowl that once held some chips, taking the big bag, refilling it. "Hey babe."

I nodded my head at him, taking another sip of my water. He gave me a smile, putting the bag back where it was, and about to walk out. 

"Justin," I softly called to him, making him turn around with a smile on his face as he walked up to me, putting the bowl on the table, grabbing a hold of my waist. 

"Yes, princess," he rested his forehead on mine, pecking my nose, making my stomach erupt with butterflies that he still manages to give me after all this time. 

"This is the last day that they're going to be staying the night... right?" I asked. I didn't want to be rude as I asked, because at the end of the day, they were his friends. He gave me a confused look but nodded his head in response. 

"Yeah, Maejor goes back home with his family, Za is back to the recording studio, and Ryan and Chaz are going back to Canada," he explained, rubbing my sides a little. I nodded my head, giving him a corner smile, as I pecked the corner of his mouth. "But I'm hanging out with Christian tomorrow. We're going out for breakfast, then I'm coming back here for a bit to chill, then lunch, then we're going to a late movie, I'll be sending you pictures."

My heart dropped once more, making me sigh a little, looking down at our feet, grabbing my glass and walking out of the kitchen, leaving Justin there with the most confused expression I ever saw him wear. 

I passed by the boys who looked just as confused as Justin, but at this point I didn't care. 

"Baby," Justin called, walking into our bedroom where I was standing. "Woah woah woah."

He jogged up to me, grabbing my forearms in order to keep me in place. 

"What's up, baby girl? Why'd you walk away from me like that? Especially with no kiss," he pouted. "You know how much I hate that."

I shook my head, looking away from him, not even wanting to look at him. It was pissing me off that he just didn't notice. 

I got that whole "I live with you, I'm with you 24/7" thing, I shouldn't even be acting like it's a crime for him to be hanging out with his friends. But when it's this constant thing where I don't get as much as a "hello" from him, is where I draw the line.

"Come on," he sighed. "What did I do?" I looked at him, seeing the desperation in his eyes to fix this problem, but I didn't want him to think I was making him choose between his best friends and his girlfriend. 

I still wouldn't respond, I just shrugged my shoulders, looking down at his hands still gripping my forearms. 

"Y/N," he began as he began to lead me to the bed to sit down. "Talk to me, what did I do?"

I sighed, not being able to take it anymore. "Your friends have been stealing you away from me. I mean, ever since they got here a couple weeks ago, you've been spending every waking moment with them, and I only get to see you like once or twice a day, and I just miss you."

I didn't take a single breath, waiting for him to respond to that, but he just chuckled.

"You think they're taking me away from you?" he laughed a little. I glared at him, nodding my head, and rolling my eyes. "Babe, they'd never manage to take me away from you. I don't see them as often as I see you cause they don't live here, so they want to spend as much time as they can with me. They get jealous of you because I'm with you every second of every day."

He shook his head, and pulled me into him, rubbing my back for more comfort. He pecked the top of my head, continuing to laugh a little more as he pulled away to look at me.

"You know that you're bound to be my wife any day, babe, obviously not for a little while, but it'll happen," he shrugged. "It's you before anyone else, but they're my friends, Y/N."

I sighed, looking down, biting my lip before looking back up at him. "I know, I'm just so used to being around you everyday, that when they came, you suddenly weren't, and I just missed you."

He smiled even more, cupping my cheeks and giving me the worlds biggest kiss.

"I miss you," he says as he pecks me again. "The boys love you, Y/N, you can come hangout with us too, you can even come with Christian and I to the movies." 

My heart melted at the suggestion, but I knew that they wanted a boys night, and it would only ruin the purpose if I went. If the boys were jealous cause they couldn't be with him as much as I could, why would I intrude on their date?

"No, babe," I declined. "He wants to be with you tomorrow, I think I should leave you two lovebirds alone."

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, leaning in for another kiss.