Justin Bieber Imagines

Home.

I've been really homesick. Living in California with Justin is wonderful! Just, I miss my home town back in (yourhometown').


Justin is at the studio but I was at home by myself in his huge house that you could practically get lost in.

I stood up and walked to our bedroom. I was ready to go home, Justin was always pissed at me for not spending time with him. But what he didn't know that I was pregnant...


A/N: Hey! Um let's just jump to conclusions here; well in this story, you're pregnant with his baby. Justin's pissed off at you so you think it's better to go home. Okay? Okay.




I walked up the stairs to our bedroom and grabbed a large suitcase and packed up everything of mine that could fit into it.

I packed and packed until I heard the door open then slam shut. Monterous foot steps stomped up the stairs. I zipped up another suitcase. I set it to my side and pulled my hair to one side.

Justin walked through the door and walked passed me. I watched him pass me. He stopped in his tracks then looked at me.

"W-wha-what are you- you doing sweetheart?" He asked walking over to me. A tear slipped down my cheek.

"I'm... I'm pregnant." I choked. Justin froze and his jaw clenched in anger. "What the hell (Y/N)?! You seriously couldn't have told me earlier?! What's your f*cking problem?" Justin said with rage.

My stomach tightned into one fat knot the swirled around in my stomach. Tears flowed in my eyes. Justin's realized what he had said and his jaw dropped.

"Babe, I- I didn't mean t-" I stopped him with , "Oh just shut up Justin!" I cried. I wiped a tear with the back of my hand.

I grabbed all of my stuff and walked down the stairs to meet the rest of my packed things.

Justin sighed heavily and followed after me. "(Y/N) wait please." He said. I set my bags on the ground and slipped on my toms. "What Justin?" I snapped. "Just... Please. Please lemme explain." He said with red eyes.


"I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to react-" "So you think flipping out at me solves the problem?!" I said. "I didn't mean you gotta belie-"

I didn't want to listen to his lies...

"I- I just want to go home." I said bowing my head. "What do you mean?" I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. I trotted back upstairs to grab my red Hollister jacket. He followed.

"Babe please, stay." He said with watery eyes. "I can't stay Justin! I'm f*cking pregnant! You know that's not what you want!" I said. "But I do, I love you so f*cking much." He said walking up to me.

"Justin I have to go home." I said backing away. "You are home baby, here with me is the safest you'll ever be, just here with me." He croaked. A tear slipped down my cheek. "But what about you career in singing?" I asked. "Shhh, that dosen't matter (Y/N) It'll work out." Justin pulled me into a tight hug and put his chin on my head.

"It'll all work out babe." He slid his cold hand up my shirt and rubbed my back. I planted a kiss on his neck. "I love you (Y/N)." Justin said hugging me tighter lightly lifting me off the ground. "I love you too Justin."

I am home.