A/N Glenda here, this story is a little out of my comfort zone, but I hope you will enjoy! It's a one shot, and it's sorta like an imagine.
Disclaimer:I don't own Justin Bieber, But if I did it would be awesome!
You look outside watching the snow fall. You sigh because it's Christmas and your boyfriend Justin Bieber is not with you. He's on tour so he could not be with you tonight. Your parents are on a cruise and your best friend is spending time with her family. You take a sip of your hot chocolate. You decide you'll go down stairs and put an extra marshmallow into your mug. You walk down stairs and look at your tree, but you keep walking to the kitchen. You plop a marshmallow into your mug. Then you walk out in to the living room. You look up at the mistletoe thinking that if Justin was there, you guys would be making out under it like there is no tomorrow.
You go and sit on the couch for a while waiting for Justin's call. Finally your phone started to play "Hold Tight". "Hello?" You ask in a depressed tone. "Hey baby, Merry Christmas." He said, knowing you are upset. "Thanks you too baby." You say trying not to tear up. "Are you crying? You know it hurts me when you cry." "No i'm fine." You say blinking away the tears. "Oh shoot, sorry baby gotta go do my concert, I'll call you tomorrow." "Okay I love you." "And I love you more baby." You hang up and go up stairs.
You are fast asleep, but suddenly awakened by a loud sound. You check your alarm clock for the time. It is only 12:40 am. You try to go back to sleep but you hear the sound again. You sit up abruptly and get out of bed and slide on your fuzzy slippers and your silky robe to keep you somewhat warm because you were wearing a tank and shorts. You walk slowly down the stairs trying to hold your breath. You walk into the kitchen, nothing. You walk into the living room. And you see a man shaped figure. He turns around. Its Justin. You run up and jump into his arms kissing his soft lips. You pull away after a few minutes of kissing. "Justin, what are you doing here? I though you were on tour?" "Well I could not leave my baby girl alone on Christmas." "Justin, what about your Belieber's?" "I'm with my "number one fan" tonight." He said kissing your lips again. He pulled away and spoke only two words. "Merry Christmas."