Justin Bieber Imagines

Request for Erin

Imagine for Erin

"Erin! Are you almost done? I want to watch the movie." Justin whined from the couch and you sat at your desk, working on your current art project.

Rolling your eyes at the boy, you dipped the caked paint brush in the blue tinted water cup you kept at your side. "Just watch it without me, I want to get this done." You said to him before stroking the paint brush across your nearly completed canvas.

Justin groaned out in agony and lugged himself off the couch. "You know, when I take time out of my day to come hang out with you, I'd like to spend it with you and not watching you work." He divulged upon approaching you at your desk.  Justin stopped at your side and bored over your creation, beaming at every small detail you added to it.

"Stop looking at it like that, you're making me think like you don't like it." You called out to him.

Justin snickered, shaking his head. "It looks like shit. This is what you've been keeping me waiting for?" You knew his was bantering you so you shot back. "Well your latest album sounded like shit and you kept millions of people waiting for that crap."

Justin held his hand to his tattooed chest, pretending to be wounded. "Ouch."

"Anyways, it's not done yet." You announced, taking your damp canvas into your caked hands. "Yeah? What is it?" Justin questioned from your side.

You looked at him. "Well, it's supposed to be a starry night sky, but I kinda altered it into a ocean backdrop type thing. I don't know, it still needs from work."

Justin gave you a small smile. "It looks great Erin, really, its breathtaking honestly."

You felt your cheeks flush with abashment. "Thank you."

"When I was on tour in Paris, I went to this art gallery with Scooter and I saw this painting there that was out of this world. It had like pink and orange ombre smeared at the top-." His voice faded as you gazed into his eyes. You loved listening to his voice, it was like listening to your favorite soundtrack over and over, and you never got bored of listening to it. "I wish I could paint like you and if I could, I'd paint a picture of you and put it in that art gallery so everyone can see what a beautiful girl you are."

You pulled you bottom lip back with your teeth as the significant flush of scarlet spread across your cheeks. "Shut up." You snapped and he cackled. "God, you're such a suck up."

"Speaking of tour, when do you back on?" You asked, fearing his reply.

You hated when he was away because he was your best friend. The only good part; however, when he was away was the moment you both got to see each other again. It was the best feeling in the universe to hold your world again and know that it wouldn't be going anywhere. But when he needs to leave again, its completely gut-wrenching that you can't help but fall apart until you're put back together.

"Next week, actually and it'll be at least nine months." Thats exactly what you dreaded to hear. Why didn't he tell you?