Charlotte's POV
"That's not important." I replied.
My feelings towards him were complicated. Yes, I love him, I've always loved him, and I wish nothing but for him to still be with me, to have never gotten married to her. But things aren't like that.
"Why won't you tell me?" He asked. "I told you how I feel."
"Because, it's not gonna change anything." I told him. "Please, just leave me alone Justin. I've been out of your way, stay out of mine."
I hung up and took a deep breath.
What the hell just happened? Did I seriously just have this conversation with him?
He's crazy.
I don't have time to process this, I have to get going to the arena.
I washed my face and applied some little makeup, to hide the fact that I was crying, and went back to Ariana.
"What happened?" "Was that actually Justin?" She asked, making my eyes instantly tear up again. I nodded as I pressed my lips together.
"What the fuck, what did he want?" she asked.
"He's drunk. But he just got to me." I said as I fanned my eyes.
"What did he say?" she asked.
"He um... he basically started telling me about how he thinks he made a mistake in getting married, and that he loves me." I rolled my eyes after summarizing the whole call.
"What?" she asked as she gasped.
I nodded and grabbed her arm as I pulled her with me towards the door. "We have to get going."
"But, what- what did you say?" she asked as we walked out towards the elevator.
"I- he asked me a lot of shit. Stupid shit. I ended up hanging up on him."
"Charlotte, Wha-uh, I'm shocked." she said.
"I know, me too. But I can't talk about it right now, I'm really trying not to cry." I said as I began fanning my eyes once again. I don't want people to see me like this and cause them to create rumors and gossip.
She nodded in understanding, and we headed out to the car waiting for us. Soon, we were on our way towards the arena.
As we got closer to the venue, I could see the line outside, which made me clear my mind from Justin.
I couldn't believe all these people were here to see me. Like, it was just me. The thought of that created a smile on my face.
We made it safely inside and I was taken into hair and makeup. Thank god these were professionals, I probably wouldn't be able to devote my puffy eyes by myself.
After I was ready, I said hi to the band working with me, to the team who worked on the stage, and had a little sound check practice, before I went backstage and people began coming in.
I was excited to be honest. This felt right, it made me happy, and it made me even happier that people actually liked my stuff and came here to show support. I didn't think I'd get this much love on my own.
Soon, the venue reached its maximum capacity, I could hear the chants of the crowd, and how loud they were, which meant it was almost time to go out there.
I was standing in front of the mirror in my dressing room, checking to see if I looked okay.
"Hi! You look so gorgeous!" my mom said as she walked in, next to Tom, her partner for two years now. He was the one who managed to get me here today.
