bạn let your eyes trail over every single clothing item in the closet. When bạn can’t find anything, bạn let out a frustrated huff and sit down on the bed. Staring into the empty air, bạn let your thoughts wander and that is exactly how Justin finds bạn ten phút later. Sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but underwear. You’re brought out of your own little world when he starts to talk.
“Babe, what are bạn doing? Why aren’t bạn dressed yet?” Justin asks and even though he tries his best to hide it, bạn can still hear the slight frantic undertone in his voice.
“I-I… I don’t think I’m going, Justin.” bạn mumble, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Slowly, bạn bọc your arms around yourself as some sort of attempt to cover up.
“What-why? I thought bạn wanted to tonight? You’ve been talking about it all week,” Justin protests quietly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
bạn sigh softly, afraid he would ask that question. bạn couldn’t tell him the real reason, could you? He wouldn’t understand. Twiddling your thumbs, bạn drag out the time while trying to come up with some kind of excuse that Justin would believe.
bạn hated lying to Justin, but right now that seemed like the best option for you. It’s Justin Bieber we’re talking about, for crying out loud. The flawless, caring and talented teenage boy. He wouldn’t understand your problems.
“I just don’t feel too good, that’s all. Might have caught something.” The excuse comes out of your mouth shakily and quiet, the lack of confident is obvious. Both of bạn know that.
bạn know that Justin knows bạn lied, so bạn sit patiently - waiting for him to say the first word. He looks at you, “We both know that’s a lie, babe. You’ve been bouncing around the house all the day. There is no way bạn are getting sick. Now tell me the real reason why bạn don’t want to go with me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go with you,” you’re quick to protest before continuing. “I just… I don’t want to go there with myself. I mean… I just don’t have anything to wear, Justin. I look fat in everything, my hair is a mess and my makeup is messed up and-”
“Hey, hey. Hush now. I don’t want those words to come out of your mouth again, okay? You’re beautiful.” Justin cuts bạn off, a small smile on his lips.
“No, Justin! I’m not beautiful nor will I ever be. Can’t bạn see that? You’re too good for me.”
Justin’s hazel eyes widen and he strides across the room until he’s standing in front of you. He raises his eyebrow again, as if to dare bạn to repeat it again. Justin confirms this when he opens his mouth, “What did bạn just say?”
“I đã đưa ý kiến that you’re too good for me.” bạn mumble, admitting it right away. It is better than to pretend it didn’t come out of your mouth.
His eyes blaze for a một giây and bạn scoot back a few inches, suddenly afraid of how he would react. Is he mad?
“I don’t want to hear those fucking words ever again. I’ll never be too good for you. And why the hell can’t bạn just say thank bạn when I call bạn beautiful? Is it that damn hard?”
Justin’s voice is noticeably louder now and bạn whimper quietly. Never had this crossed your mind as a possible outcome when bạn would tell Justin bạn weren’t going. He is usually so caring and understanding when it comes to these kind of things.
“It is hard! Because I don’t see myself as a beautiful girl, Justin. Every day, I’ll see pictures of bạn with những người hâm mộ and all I can think about is how beautiful those girls are. I can’t help it. It’s just how my mind works!”
You’re on the verge of tears now and it is noticeable from your voice. Justin’s face softens at this, but there is still a look of determination in his eyes that makes bạn slightly curious. He sighs quietly, feeling conflicted.
“Babe… You’re just as beautiful as those girls, if not more. I tình yêu bạn for you. Your looks are just a big bonus for me. I fell in tình yêu with your personality. I just wish you’d realize that bạn are beautiful.”
“I can’t, Justin… It’s not the same as deciding to go to the store hoặc decide to dye your hair. I can’t just decide that I want to believe that I’m beautiful. It doesn’t work that way!”
“Why can’t it work that way though? I can help you. Please? I just want bạn to admit that you’re pretty.”
bạn huff, crossing your arms. Justin’s continuous pestering is starting to get to bạn and bạn don’t know what to do. bạn want to prove him wrong, bạn really do, but at the same time there is this part of bạn that really wants him to be right.
Before bạn can decide on either of the two choices bạn ended up with, Justin has tackled bạn down in the bed. He straddles bạn and suddenly his fingers ghost over your sides, a mischievous grin on his lips.
bạn squeal, trying to wriggle your way out of his strong hold, but there is no use. Giggle after giggle escapes bạn and it doesn’t take long until you’re struggling for air. Trying to talk is practically impossible, but bạn need Justin to stop.
“S-stop! It tickles!” bạn barely get it out, but Justin hears it and it causes him to smirk.
“Say it. I want bạn to say it, okay? Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let bạn go. It’s not that hard. C'mon.” Justin smirks, knowing that bạn have reached your own conflict. bạn pout to yourself, shaking your head.
“Then I’m not gonna stop.” He shrugs innocently as he continues his trước đó task.
“F-fine. I’ll say it! Just… Stop.” bạn giggle, giving up.
Justin lets go of you, just like that. Before bạn have the chance to change your mind and run away - which bạn had originally planned - he grabs your hand in his own. Slowly, he pulls bạn up from the safeness of the covers and drags bạn along.
bạn don’t have time to câu hỏi him and soon you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Justin stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. bạn look to the floor, not too sure of where this is leading.
Justin places his index finger under your chin, gently pulling it upwards. “Look in the mirror.”
When bạn do, bạn meet his soft smile in the clear frame as he stands behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. A small, unsure smile tugs at your lips as bạn meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Do bạn see those eyes, Y/N? They’re beautiful. I could get Mất tích in them every một giây of every day. There’s nothing wrong with your hair. I tình yêu it when it’s messy because it shows me that bạn aren’t afraid to be yourself around me,” Justin pauses, licking his lip.
“And I hate it when bạn complain about your body. You’re perfect to me, okay? I wouldn’t care if bạn have long hoặc short legs hoặc if you’re not stick thin. I think you’re beautiful and I want bạn to see it to. Every time I see bạn enter the room hoặc when I get a text from you, I can’t help but smile. bạn make my day, Y/N and I tình yêu you. Now say it, please. I want to hear bạn say you’re beautiful.”
“I-I…” bạn trail of, swallowing hard. Are bạn really going to do this?
“C'mon, baby. bạn can say it. I wanna hear bạn say it.” Justin encourages softly, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I… I’m beautiful.” bạn stutter, studying yourself in the mirror. “I’m beautiful.”
“There bạn go! bạn đã đưa ý kiến it,” Justin mumbles against your skin, taking bạn into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” He says excitedly while twirling around on the floor with bạn in his arms.
“Now, let’s get your fabulous body dressed so we can go to that award show!”
“Babe, what are bạn doing? Why aren’t bạn dressed yet?” Justin asks and even though he tries his best to hide it, bạn can still hear the slight frantic undertone in his voice.
“I-I… I don’t think I’m going, Justin.” bạn mumble, suddenly feeling overly exposed. Slowly, bạn bọc your arms around yourself as some sort of attempt to cover up.
“What-why? I thought bạn wanted to tonight? You’ve been talking about it all week,” Justin protests quietly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
bạn sigh softly, afraid he would ask that question. bạn couldn’t tell him the real reason, could you? He wouldn’t understand. Twiddling your thumbs, bạn drag out the time while trying to come up with some kind of excuse that Justin would believe.
bạn hated lying to Justin, but right now that seemed like the best option for you. It’s Justin Bieber we’re talking about, for crying out loud. The flawless, caring and talented teenage boy. He wouldn’t understand your problems.
“I just don’t feel too good, that’s all. Might have caught something.” The excuse comes out of your mouth shakily and quiet, the lack of confident is obvious. Both of bạn know that.
bạn know that Justin knows bạn lied, so bạn sit patiently - waiting for him to say the first word. He looks at you, “We both know that’s a lie, babe. You’ve been bouncing around the house all the day. There is no way bạn are getting sick. Now tell me the real reason why bạn don’t want to go with me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go with you,” you’re quick to protest before continuing. “I just… I don’t want to go there with myself. I mean… I just don’t have anything to wear, Justin. I look fat in everything, my hair is a mess and my makeup is messed up and-”
“Hey, hey. Hush now. I don’t want those words to come out of your mouth again, okay? You’re beautiful.” Justin cuts bạn off, a small smile on his lips.
“No, Justin! I’m not beautiful nor will I ever be. Can’t bạn see that? You’re too good for me.”
Justin’s hazel eyes widen and he strides across the room until he’s standing in front of you. He raises his eyebrow again, as if to dare bạn to repeat it again. Justin confirms this when he opens his mouth, “What did bạn just say?”
“I đã đưa ý kiến that you’re too good for me.” bạn mumble, admitting it right away. It is better than to pretend it didn’t come out of your mouth.
His eyes blaze for a một giây and bạn scoot back a few inches, suddenly afraid of how he would react. Is he mad?
“I don’t want to hear those fucking words ever again. I’ll never be too good for you. And why the hell can’t bạn just say thank bạn when I call bạn beautiful? Is it that damn hard?”
Justin’s voice is noticeably louder now and bạn whimper quietly. Never had this crossed your mind as a possible outcome when bạn would tell Justin bạn weren’t going. He is usually so caring and understanding when it comes to these kind of things.
“It is hard! Because I don’t see myself as a beautiful girl, Justin. Every day, I’ll see pictures of bạn with những người hâm mộ and all I can think about is how beautiful those girls are. I can’t help it. It’s just how my mind works!”
You’re on the verge of tears now and it is noticeable from your voice. Justin’s face softens at this, but there is still a look of determination in his eyes that makes bạn slightly curious. He sighs quietly, feeling conflicted.
“Babe… You’re just as beautiful as those girls, if not more. I tình yêu bạn for you. Your looks are just a big bonus for me. I fell in tình yêu with your personality. I just wish you’d realize that bạn are beautiful.”
“I can’t, Justin… It’s not the same as deciding to go to the store hoặc decide to dye your hair. I can’t just decide that I want to believe that I’m beautiful. It doesn’t work that way!”
“Why can’t it work that way though? I can help you. Please? I just want bạn to admit that you’re pretty.”
bạn huff, crossing your arms. Justin’s continuous pestering is starting to get to bạn and bạn don’t know what to do. bạn want to prove him wrong, bạn really do, but at the same time there is this part of bạn that really wants him to be right.
Before bạn can decide on either of the two choices bạn ended up with, Justin has tackled bạn down in the bed. He straddles bạn and suddenly his fingers ghost over your sides, a mischievous grin on his lips.
bạn squeal, trying to wriggle your way out of his strong hold, but there is no use. Giggle after giggle escapes bạn and it doesn’t take long until you’re struggling for air. Trying to talk is practically impossible, but bạn need Justin to stop.
“S-stop! It tickles!” bạn barely get it out, but Justin hears it and it causes him to smirk.
“Say it. I want bạn to say it, okay? Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let bạn go. It’s not that hard. C'mon.” Justin smirks, knowing that bạn have reached your own conflict. bạn pout to yourself, shaking your head.
“Then I’m not gonna stop.” He shrugs innocently as he continues his trước đó task.
“F-fine. I’ll say it! Just… Stop.” bạn giggle, giving up.
Justin lets go of you, just like that. Before bạn have the chance to change your mind and run away - which bạn had originally planned - he grabs your hand in his own. Slowly, he pulls bạn up from the safeness of the covers and drags bạn along.
bạn don’t have time to câu hỏi him and soon you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Justin stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. bạn look to the floor, not too sure of where this is leading.
Justin places his index finger under your chin, gently pulling it upwards. “Look in the mirror.”
When bạn do, bạn meet his soft smile in the clear frame as he stands behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. A small, unsure smile tugs at your lips as bạn meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Do bạn see those eyes, Y/N? They’re beautiful. I could get Mất tích in them every một giây of every day. There’s nothing wrong with your hair. I tình yêu it when it’s messy because it shows me that bạn aren’t afraid to be yourself around me,” Justin pauses, licking his lip.
“And I hate it when bạn complain about your body. You’re perfect to me, okay? I wouldn’t care if bạn have long hoặc short legs hoặc if you’re not stick thin. I think you’re beautiful and I want bạn to see it to. Every time I see bạn enter the room hoặc when I get a text from you, I can’t help but smile. bạn make my day, Y/N and I tình yêu you. Now say it, please. I want to hear bạn say you’re beautiful.”
“I-I…” bạn trail of, swallowing hard. Are bạn really going to do this?
“C'mon, baby. bạn can say it. I wanna hear bạn say it.” Justin encourages softly, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I… I’m beautiful.” bạn stutter, studying yourself in the mirror. “I’m beautiful.”
“There bạn go! bạn đã đưa ý kiến it,” Justin mumbles against your skin, taking bạn into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” He says excitedly while twirling around on the floor with bạn in his arms.
“Now, let’s get your fabulous body dressed so we can go to that award show!”
