Justin Bieber Imagines

he beats up a paparazzi for touching you

#imagine:

"Just hold my hand and keep your head down." Justin instructed, preparing you to egress from the hotel you two had been staying at.

The crowd was frenetic. Screaming thrown in the air, lights flashing like waves of delirious lightning. "I-I can't Justin." You muttered.

Justin gaped at you and curled your hand into his. "It's going to be alright. The car is waiting right outside. It'll only be a ten second walk and it'll be over before you know it."

"That crowd is going to eat me alive!" You exclaimed in a jokingly manner, but knew deep inside you believed it.

Justin lowly chuckled and the senitals commenced into chaperoning you two out the doors of the hotel. Your hand-you don't think-has ever been this tightly gripped on Justin's.

The screams intensified like whistles on a train, cameras lights flashed from all abuttals of your body as Justin tugged you behind him desperate to get you into safety.

"You filthy whore!" "Unwanted skank!" "Bitch!" "(Y/N) (Y/N)! It is true that you are pregnant with Bieb's baby?" "Over here! (Y/N)! Look over here!" Voices and shouts could be heard everywhere.

An excruciating tug of your hair sent your head flying backwards. You let out a yelp of pain in which caught Justin's attention. Fury burned in his eyes as he stared at the man how had yanked at your hair.

"Get her in the car." Justin demanded harshly to the senitals and they obliged.

They pulled about the car door and tucked you inside. Justin disapeared into the crowd.

"Where's Justin?" You cried looking through the window.

You caught a glimpse of the tousled brown hair over the heads of people. He gripped the photographers shirt collar and threw him into the concrete beneath their feet.

"You fucking bastard! Don't ever touch her again!" He screamed down at him.

Knowing that he had captured some photos of you, Justin took the camera into his quavering hands and smashed it into the ground, millimeters from it crushing the man's head, who is still pinned on the ground.

His foot collided with the man's side then his fist plummeted into his temple.

You watched in astound meant as your boyfriend stormed back to the vehicle, climbing in next to you and shutting the door. "Babe, I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

Tears bombarded the brims of your eyes as you stared at him. "Here, lemme take a look at it."

You dropped your head at an agle where he would be able to properly examine it. He gingerly pushed a few fibers of your hair to the side with his fingers tips.

Justin persualed at where the man had possibly yanked out a few stand of your hair. A burning sensation scorched the back of your head. "We'll ice it when we get to the next hotel, again I am so sorry that happened."

Justin pulled you into a hug and the vehicle pulled out and started down the road. "What a bastard." He growled.

You kissed his lips and he smiled; however, fury and guilt haunted his dark eyes. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded your head. "A little bit but I'll be alright."

"I fucking beat the shit out of that reporter cunt. He really did not need to touch you." Justin grunted fruriously.

"You realize you will never hear the end of that, right?" You giggled and Justin groaned.

"I don't care. Right it on my grave. But I will always have a reasonable explanation for it." He replied.

His arm snaked around your shoulders. "I love you and I will always protect you." He whispered while your head rested on his chest.

"I love you too." You mumbled.

an: this is pretty short but I hope you liked it. Comment down below for any requests or if you liked it. I love reading comments(: anyway I am starting this new series and it'll either be baby series or school series, not sure yet. Love you and stay Queen :*