Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber
Summary: You and Justin are hosting a Christmas party in which both of your folks are coming over. Just like back on Thanksgiving, Justin’s a little nervous and worried something might go wrong.
Warnings: nope. mostly fluff.
I don’t know what was with Justin every time a big holiday came around but, it got me worried. Our Thanksgiving went as planned so what made him think that our Christmas wouldn’t go as well?
I sat on the bed him and I shared, catching up with my e-mails, all while listening to Christmas music. Justin was inside the closet finding something to wear. He was going to be the death of me.
“Okay, y/n. What do you think of this one?” He questioned, walking out the closet.
I looked over at him, examining what he picked out. “Justin, why on earth would you wear a tux on Christmas? It’s Christmas, not a wedding."
"I know but, I want to look presentable.” He replied, “Why don’t you work your magic on me, because you’re better at this than me."
I chuckled at his remark, "I guess I could help you. Just let me finish this up and we’ll get on with it.” I finished typing what I was writing and closed my laptop. I walked over to him and dragged him back into the closet. “So, since you experienced Thanksgiving with my family, they don’t really expect much out of you as before.” I said.
“Your parents expected a lot out of me?” He asked.
“Justin. Not now.” I said annoyed, “I’m going to pick out something for you and you’re going to leave me be the rest of the day. Got it?"
“Good.” I began rummaging through his never ending line of clothes for something he could wear. I decided to pick out a white polo shirt and a nice pair of navy blue jeans. It was casual and he would more than likely like it.
I showed him my choices and he looked at me with concern, “They won’t criticize me for wearing something like this?"
"No. I’ve work ten times worse than this.” I joked, “It’ll look good on you."
"What would I do without you y/n?” He walked over towards me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Lord knows. Anyways,” I changed the topic, “I’m going to get in with the little cooking I have to do so, please try not to call me unless you’re dying.” He nodded his head and went back into the room, changing his clothes.
Finally, I would have some peace and quiet. I sighed, running my hands through my hair. I walked out the closet, turning off the light. I walked out the bedroom to downstairs, to bake the cake and cookies. Everybody else was bringing their own dishes so, I offered to make something minor.
I’m not saying I couldn’t cook but, let’s just say that I almost burned down the house last time I tried to make something big. I preheated the oven and waited for it to warm up. I couldn’t believe it was already Christmas. I mean, it just felt like yesterday was the first day of 2016.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I knew it was Justin because nobody else was here except for the two of us. “What now Justin?” I groaned.
“Nothing. I want to help you with some stuff.” He smiled, “If, that’s okay with you."
I sighed content, "Of course I’m okay with you helping. I need all the help I could get."
Everybody had arrived by now, bringing their own dishes. It all smelt phenomenal. All who was left to show up was Justin’s mom. I couldn’t wait to meet her. I only saw what she looked like in pictures but, I wanted to see her in person.
The doorbell rang and I yelled, "I’ll get it!” I opened the front door and to my surprise, it was just the person I was waiting for the entire day. “Hey Mrs. Mallette! Come on in!"
"Oh please, call me Pattie.” She smiled at me, engulfing me in a warm hug.
“Mom! You finally made it!” Justin said from behind me, “And I see you met y/n."
"Yes I did. She’s such a beautiful girl Justin, I’m proud of you." She went over to hug Justin as well.
I smiled at the two of them bonding with one another. Crap, I forgot we were having a party. "Alright, everybody! Let’s settle down so we can dig in!”
Everybody got to their seats as soon as I said that, leaving just, Justin, his mother and I standing. We soon took our seats, and said grace. Everyone dug in, enjoying everything prepared. I looked over at Justin, laughing, having a good time.
There’s nothing more I love than having family coming together to celebrate. It was another successful Christmas and I knew there would be many more to come.
A/N: Happy Holidays! from my family to yours! :)