Justin Bieber Imagines

last imagine: he leaves you for another girl pt. 2

WARNING*****: longest imagine ever! It's super super long depending on how fast you read.

an: hey there(: so this is my last imagine of this book, but do not worry because I am writing more Justin Bieber Imagines in another book for you guys and it'll be posted sometime at the end of July ♡ it already has I believe 10 parts written up so it's all good! Thank you guys again for reading this and it means a lot. I feel I don't thank you guys enough for how far we got in this book. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this last imagine and I love each and every one of you ❤️
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-He leaves you for another girl 2-
As the moon found its location in the sky, casting off a light as the taxi rolled down the street towards the club. When you stepped out of the car, you sent up a silent prayer that you wouldn't trip over your lanky heels and land straight on your face, confirming to everyone that would witness that you were a clutz. Arrivals likes these ones always made your nerves bubble up like mad.

Moving past the club's sentinels, you made your appearance in the joint with your best friend and her boyfriend trailing behind you. After much argument, you decided to let your friend talk you into going out tonight- to forget about the breakup and let loose. That was easy for her to say, she had her boyfriend with her.

Music thumped through the walls, slithering down the plaster and vibrating through the floors, making the bottom of your heels undulate. "Larah," fingers touched your bicep, generating your attention to ditch the music and focus on your friend. "Imma go get us some drinks, okay? Stay here." She instructed, giving off a smile before you could protest.

This was so typical of her to leave you in the middle of a club you have never been to. You needed to stop beating yourself up over the breakup, to let loose and enjoy a single ladies night with your friends.

"Hey, pretty lady." A voice slurred from behind you following a hand wriggling under your arm and latching around your waist. "Come dance with me."

Your head turned, coming face to face with a boy with a drunken expression. His breath brushed against you face, causing you to cringe and shy away from his touch. "No thank you, I'm waiting for a friend." You said to him, fighting back the urge to snap at the stranger.

"Dance with me while you wait. I don't bite." The guy grinned, displaying a row of bleach, white teeth.

"Larah, come on." Your friend called out to you over the blaring music.

You followed behind her and her boyfriend throughout the club, keeping aware of creeps like that guy before. She lead to a small booth on the south side of the building, away from drunken, horny guys. "Much better," You exclaimed, flashing a smile as you dropped across from her in the booth.

The booth was small, smaller than you expected. Your knees bumped against hers it was that small. A chandelier hung above the table, casting a low light, but it was bright enough that you could see your friend across from you.

Engaging in small talk, you notice your friend's sudden change in tone and that her focus wasn't as attentive as it had been before. "(Y/F/N)? What do you keep looking at?" You inquired, sucking your drink through a thin straw.

"Um, Larah, not to rain on our little outing, but Justin is standing by the bar." She had said, gazing off into the direction of the bar not far from your booth.

"That Justin?" Her boyfriend chimed, a grin dancing around his lips.

Your eyebrows scrunch together in response, craning your neck over the mass of people. You hated when your friend was right. Justin sat at the bar, bobbing his head in sync with the music before he'd stop to sip through his beer bottle. Your eyes roll, sinking back into the leather of the booth.