Chances (A Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande love story)

The Truth Comes Out

Justin's POV:
I woke up in Selena's arms this morning. I had run after Ariana, but by the time I got to the Starbucks, she was driving away. Selena had come and stopped me from going to drive and check if she was okay. She had said something along the lines of 'she's not worth it' or something ridiculous like that.

I'm not exactly sure why Ariana had ran out, but I knew there was something about Selena that is bothering her.

Selena had pulled me into the bed, telling me I would be in a bad mood in the morning if I didn't sleep. What she doesn't know is, if Ariana is ever upset in anyway, of course I'm in a bad mood.

I got up while Selena was sleeping and walked to the Starbucks that I had seen Ariana driving away from the previous night.

Paparazzi surrounded me, but I didn't care. My heart was aching over the fact that I may have lost my best friend. The whole world seemed to be in slow motion right now.

Like I said before, I don't know why Ari ran out. I could tell she was upset, and I could also tell there was something holding her back from me, like she just wouldn't let herself be too close to me.

I walked into the Starbucks and ordered Ariana's favourite, then walked out and got in my car.

I decided to drive to Ariana's place and give her, her favourite drink, hoping that an act of kindness will help her forgive me, or at least make her feel better – I still don't know what is upsetting her.

Once I get to her house, I sit in the car for a while, just thinking of what to say.

Finally, I muster up the courage and I walk up to her door. I take a deep breath, and finally knock on her door. The door opens to see a puffy-eyed, has-obviously-been-crying, Ariana. I immediately melt at the sight of her innocent, sad face. She just stares at me and I pull her into my arms, as she rests her head in the crook of my neck.

We stand there at her doorway, and I trace patterns on her back with my extra hand; the other one is holding her Starbucks, and is also wrapped around her waist. After just standing in each other's arms for a while, we pull away and I take her hand and walk inside with her. We both go to her room, never taking our hands out of each other's. I sit the Starbucks I got her on her desk, and we both sit at the end of her bed.

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Ariana's POV:
I stare at Justin, waiting for him to talk.

"Ari-" he starts, and my heart breaks at his tender voice. "What's wrong? Sh-Should I know w-what is wrong?"

The thing is, I can still cry. I think it's almost insane, as I have already cried so much, that you would think there would be no tears left to shed.

"I-I can't tell you. I just wish I c-could, b-but-" I start sobbing now. "I-I just can't tell you a-and I want to s-so badly, b-but, I can't."

"Why? Why can't you tell me? What could be so bad that you can't tell me?" Justin replies, still speaking softly – for me.

I pull myself together to speak to him again.

"I just. It wouldn't be right if I told you. It would probably mess up your life a-and, I don't want to do that to you." I say to him.

"I'm sure it wouldn't mess up my life Ariana... No matter what you say or do, I will still-" he stops himself there, and looks like he is having a debate in his mind. Finally, he sighs and continues,

"I will still stay as close as I can to you."

I sigh and wrap my arms around him once again. He puts his arms around my waist and at the end of my bed, we just hug. We stay there – once again – for what seems like forever, though it probably only lasting for 3-4 minutes.

When I am in Justin's arms, I know that this is what peace is. This is what home is. All I get with this angel is the ability to hold his hand. That is honestly what should be enough for me, but being the stubborn person I am, I want more than that. This is the person I want to be able to kiss, and touch, and get through tough times with. This is the person I want to marry, perhaps have kids with someday, grow old with, but I always have to ask myself. Will that honestly ever happen? Will this angel ever want those things to happen with me?

We pull away, and Justin looks into my eyes, like he is trying to figure me out.

"Please, Ariana...Please tell me." he says with the most fragile voice.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

"Of course" he replies.

He holds both my hands, rubbing his thumb on the back of my palm soothingly. I prepare myself for what I will say, and he waits politely. I decide to put it all out there and just say it. So, I look down, and take a deep breath, before saying,

"I love you."