Justin Bieber Imagines

He makes you feel insecure

He feels you feel insecure:

A distressed sigh escaped your lips as you removed the makeup from your face with a wet towelette, exposing the bumps of acne. Ever since middle school, you've suffered from acne.

The longer you stared at your bare face, the more self-conscious you became. You didn't like what you saw staring back you so you turned off the bathroom light and closed the bathroom door behind you.

Since you were out of your acne medicine, along with you zit cream, you had to deal with it until you dropped by the pharmacy to pick up more in the morning. Justin stood in the closet, stripping himself from his clothes and into his typical "t shirt and basketball shorts" manner way.

"Hi Justin." You squeaked, crawling onto your shared bed and immediately put yourself out of site when you buried yourself in the sheets. "Hey (y/n), how was your day?" He inquired.

You heard the light on Justin's side flick on and ruffling in the space beside you. "It was alright. I've had worse. How about yours?" You ask, still buried beneath the heavy sheets. It was soon getting stifling hot so you poke your head out, taking in the cold air.

You gandered up at Justin who was toying with his phone. "Hey, have you heard of this new app that just came out? It's just like- whoah." Justin's voice trailed when his eyes flashed at yours.

Except he wasn't looking in your eyes, instead he was studying your face. You knew he was.

"What?" You say sitting up and staring straight at him. Justin locks his phone and sets it on the nightstand before looking at you again. "Sweetheart, your skin is getting really bad again. I think you should go ses a dermatologist."

You scoff and roll off the bed making your way back into the bathroom, leaving Justin with a confounded expression plastered on his face. "Like I can't tell already Justin. I am well aware of my acne thank you."

By this point, tears brimmed your eyes as you turn to lock the door. You wanted to sleep in the bathroom. You wanted to stay in there. You wanted to stay in there until every bump was completely vanished from the surface of your skin.

As you sit on the counter, eyes flooding with salty heated tears, you hear a small knock on the door and then came Justin's voice. "(Y/N)? I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make you feel awful. It's was so rude and uncalled for. Please forgive me." You heard him whimper through the locked door.

You ignored him and continued to weep quietly on the other side of the door. "Babe, you're still the most beautiful girl on this planet."

The tears seemed to slow down along with you anger and whatever emotion was combined with it. You found yourself opening the door.

Justin smiled down at you. "I'm actually heading to the pharmacy tomorrow to pick some things up."

Justin kissed your nose then your lips. "Don't sweat it (Y/N), I'll pick them up. Let's go back to bed yeah?"

You nodded and then were swooped off your feet when Justin carried you bridal style to your bed.

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