Justin Bieber Imagines

Forced marriage Part 2 *rewritten*

I woke up to the feeling of two muscular arms wrapped around my frame. At first, I didn't notice, but when I tried to get up and suddenly couldn't, I slowly started to open my eyes only to see two very much tattooed arms wrapped around me. I quickly unwrapped Justin's arms and got up from the very uncomfortable chair. I groaned in pain as I tried to straighten out my back, then my eyes found Justin's body, and I couldn't help but stare at him. Seeing him sleeping was actually quite hot! Normally Justin's hair would always be styled to perfection, but right now it was a complete mess, and I almost felt like running my fingers through his hair! I quickly realized what I was thinking and gasped, which woke Justin up. At first, he was just as confused as I had been, then his eyes met mine and he smiled one of his cheeky smiles. "Good morning, did you know that you snore?" Justin asked. His voice was raspy, which did something to my body, and a shiver ran down my spine. How could someone sound so sexy right after sleeping? Suddenly I realized what he had just said, which made me scoff. "I do not snore!" I said while stomping my foot. While feeling mad at Justin my thoughts went back to yesterday, where we got married. The entire day had been exhausting and my hatred towards Justin kept on growing, it didn't exactly help his case that he accused me of snoring. "Are you seriously mad now?" he asked me while getting up from his seat. I didn't answer him, instead, I scoffed and turned to walk away from our conversation, clearly not in the mood to listen to him anymore. "Hey, I asked you a question," Justin said while making his way towards me. He was quick to grab my jaw with his hand to force me to look at him. "Yes, I'm mad at you! And do you want to know why? Because you're ruining my life! My honeymoon was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience with the love of my life, but now I'm forced to spend it with you, and I just really don't feel like doing that. So, excuse me if I'm mad" I told him through gritted teeth. Justin kept a tight grip on my jaw and pulled me closer to him. "How is this my fault?" he asked while starring intensely into my eyes. "How is it not? You could've chosen not to marry me, you could've said no" I slowly cried out, then I removed his hand from my jaw with a yank and hurried inside the bathroom to take a shower and get ready to arrive at our honeymoon-destination.

*Justin's POV* Having Y/N tell me that I was ruining her life hit me hard, almost like I got a thump in the stomach. The entire time Y/N showered and got ready, I just sat in one of the chairs contemplating every single decision I'd ever made in my life. The door to the bathroom got unlocked, and I expected to see Y/N fully dressed and with makeup on, but in front of me, she stood wrapped in only a towel, drops of water still running down her body, which made me bite down on my lip. Seeing her standing in only a towel did things to my body that I couldn't explain, not other girl had ever made me feel like this. I can't believe I was actually saying this, but I think I was falling for her, and I was falling hard. Y/N noticed me starring, so she sent a glare in my direction, which made me look down immediately. "I forgot to find an outfit before showering, but then I also remembered that I don't know where we're going, so maybe you could tell me if I should dress warm or cold?" she explained. I repositioned myself and cleared my throat before answering her, "Dress cold, we're going somewhere warm, very warm" I told her. My answer seemed to please her because a tiny smile formed on my lips. I had told her that I wanted to go somewhere cold on our honeymoon, which didn't please her because she wanted to go somewhere warm, so I listened to her and booked a vacation we would remember for the rest of our lives. A few minutes later Y/N came out dresses in a beautiful floral dress along with a pair of sandals. "Y/N?" I asked just as she was about to step back into the bathroom. She stopped walking and turned to look at me. "What?" she asked, still having a little bit of an attitude. "I'm sorry about earlier. It's just that people keep judging me for something that isn't even true and the fact that you also believed the rumors just struck me pretty hard because I think you could possibly become someone very important to me" I explained to her. Never in my life had I ever poured my heart and soul so much into making someone believe in me, but I wanted Y/N to know that I wasn't who everyone said I was. Y/N starred at me with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly open mouth, almost like she couldn't recognize me anymore. "Justin, what exactly are you trying to tell me?" she then asked after a few minutes of silence. "I guess I'm just trying to tell you that I'm actually not the bad boy that everyone believes that I am. I'm just scared of getting hurt, so it's easier to just pretend that you can't hurt me. I can be good, but only to people who care you me, and whom I care about, too" I explained further. "But Justin, we hate each other," she told me, which made me gulp harshly and bite down on my lip. "I thought I hated you, but it turns out it's just because I don't want to admit that you actually mean something to me" I truthfully told her. It all got too much for Y/N, so she fled to the bathroom and locked the door behind her to make sure I wouldn't come to bug her.