Justin Bieber imagines

Storm

Wrapping my arms around myself, inhaling the scent of Justin's jumper that I was wearing, I rocked back and forth subtly as the storm outside echoed throughout the house. I hated storms, I absolutely hated them. They always make me really panicky, I don't know why - I guess I just don't like the thought of uncontrollable weather, especially when it's this bad.
Work had had me on edge anyway, so every time I heard the thunder rumble, I let out a small whimper and hugged my legs tighter. I suppose I was an easy target right now.
Justin opened the bedroom door and automatically looked panicked, rushing over to the bed, we made eye contact, "It's alright, baby..." He soothed, embracing me and kissing my temple.
Nuzzling my face into his neck, I let out shallow shaky breaths, storms made me so nervous - I needed him close by all the time. Pulling me away slightly so that my face came into view, he dried my eyes, "I hate to see you cry... Baby, shh... I'm here."
"We need to go to the basement." I announced, looking up at him, "The house could be torn apart, we need to go to the basement." I rambled, standing up and tugging at his arm. My voice was shaky because I was crying, but I didn't care, I wanted to get out of the bedroom, it wasn't safe.
Justin knew that I had a tendency to over exaggerate when we had weather like this, but he learnt to humour me and go along with it. "Alright, let's go down to the basement."
Wrapping my arms around his neck, he picked me up and carried me through the halls and down the steps. Kissing his neck once softly, I hugged him tighter, trying to stop my limbs from shaking so much. His natural scent mixed with his cologne began to somewhat calm me down, Justin was like a sanctuary - knowing he was close made me less uneasy.
When we got down to the basement, Justin sat on the couch and I continued to stay in his grasp. He rubbed my back soothingly and I sighed. The noise from outside wasn't as loud down here, but you could still hear it.
"Can you play with my hair, please?" I whispered, looking up at my boyfriend. He kissed my forehead and moved us so we were lying down. Resting my head on his chest, I listened to his steady heartbeat as he entwined his fingers in my hair, playing with it and massaging my scalp every so often.
I loved that he put up with m- no, I was grateful that he put up with me. Not many people would in situations like this, I'm acting ridiculous but I can't help it. It's the same every single time.
The storm was all I could hear and it was heavier than ever, "Sing... please." I begged.
Justin removed his hand from my hair and wrapped both arms around my waist, drawing small circled on the small of my back, "Let me tell you a story, about a girl and a boy. He fell in love with his best friend, when she's around he feels nothing but joy..." He began.
Attempting to tune out the rain, I listened to Justin's smooth vocals and focussed on regaining a steady breathing pattern.
"I love you, Justin. Thank you for everything." I mumbled, my eyes closing slowly. "I love you too, Princess. I'd do anything for you."
All the panicking and crying had tired me out, and Justin seemed to notice "Try and fall asleep, babe. I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise."