she don't like the lights ~ #Wattys2015

Ch. 32: Studio

Ariana's POV

I woke up to Justin's arms wrapped around me, and his chest against my back.

My eyes were all puffy and dry, from all the...crying.

I tried to take his arms off me, but he just kept groaning.

"I need to go to the washroom," I whispered.

He rolled to the other side of the bed and I got off.

I went downstairs, seeing Jazmyn and Jaxon watching tv. I walked to the living room to grab my laptop.

"Morning!" Jaxon said, cheerfully.

"Good morning guys," I smiled.

I took the laptop upstairs and sat on the desk in his room.

Why was I crying last night? Not because Justin came home late, lied to me, or any of that. It was just because I thought about what Selena said and then whole music business.

I wrote a song.

The song was why I cried, it was basically the feelings I felt.

I don't want to publish it or anything, just my personal interest... I hate paparazzi, they bug the living shit out of me, they are just, ugh, they're just bullshit.

They get all up in your face and block your way, like no motherfuckers, get your damn cameras out of my face.

I know I'm cute, but stop.

Then at night, the flash blinds your eyes and you end up tripping on the sidewalk.

Like dude, get some night vision lens or something. It's night, no one wanna go blind with your bright beam of light.

I especially hate paparazzi because Justin isn't willing to go out with me because of them.

We have a life too!

And that one time we went out, he completely ignored me for his fans. He never has time for me! Am I not important to him? Guess not.

Enough about my rants with paparazzi, I'm hungry.

I got up, wore my shoes, to head out and get something.

I don't want to be rude and just take their food.

"Where you going?" Justin mumbled, in his tired sexy deep voice, no shirt, and just boxers.

Hot.

"I'm gonna buy something to eat,"

"Don't, we have food here," he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, okay, I can help myself, don't worry, go back to sleep,"

"It's okay," he yawned.

"You're tired, just go sleep,"

"Okay, night,"

"Night," I chuckled, as he walked up the stairs slowly.

Damn, that ass though. It is fine, hella fine.

I smirked to myself, realizing that I should probably stop.

I should finish off writing my song, I just need to get the ending to sound right.

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"Um babe, scooters calling me again tonight, I need to wrap up my song," Justin said awkwardly.

"Again?" I asked impatiently.

"Sorry,"

"Why does he always call you out? Is he that desperate!? Does he know you have a life too? Tell him to fuck off because he can't keep you all the time," I spat, referring it to be Selena instead of scooter.