Imagines (Justin & 1D ot5) OPEN

Justin PT 1~ Leaving You At The Altar

Leaving You At The Altar

Justin:

You took deep breaths as Makenna, the makeup artist, almost finished.

You were already emotional and just hoped the tears would stay in your eyes until after Justin had seen your perfectly made-up face.

"Ready to see?" Makenna asked and (Y/BF/N) squealed.

"OMG, (Y/N), you look soooo good! Work it!"

You turned around to look in the mirror shocked.

Your hair had already been done, little trinkets and crystals hanging from it, and your face was- whoa.

You managed to hold the tears in and not freak out over the beauty that you held today.

Wait 'til Just gets a load of this.

You moved into another chair as (Y/F/N), a bridesmaid, had her turn in the chair.

You chatted about recent things and gossiped about stupid things that weren't really all that relevant to the time.

You zoned off, thinking to yourself.

I'm really getting married today. I'm marrying Justin freaking Bieber, too. OMG, I'm really getting married today.

Your thoughts were interrupted as there was a knock to the door.

"Come in!" Makenna said loudly.

"Oh, hey Pattie," you greeted, standing up. "Are you ready? Me, (Y/BF/N), and (Y/F/N) are done."

"(Y/N)," Pattie said, ushering you over to her.

You walked over to her, wondering what could be more important than the mother of the groom looking amazing.

"What's wrong?" You asked, immediately knowing the facial expression she held. "Is it Justin? It everything ok? Oh my gosh, is he hurt?"

"No one can find him, (Y/N). Ryan has been looking everywhere, but he said that Justin, Za, and Chaz left the party last night on their own and no one has seen them since."

You leaned back, almost offended. "...You have got to be kidding me." You searched Pattie's face, hoping that she would laugh and break easily as her son would. "Pattie, tell me this is some joke and Ashton Kutcher is going to walk out somewhere."

Pattie opened her mouth but couldn't find any words, so she settled on shaking her head. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)."

You looked towards the ceiling, preventing gravity from forcing your tears to ruin your makeup