I laid in the large empty room that was meant to be mine, this was far from what I was suppose to call home. Actually nothing has ever felt like home to me, now that I think of it. I think of how all this started and how it affected me. There is not one thing I could do to get me out of this situation, it was coming to me from the start...I heard the front door being unlocked, ripping me away from my thoughts. Matt starts laughing and saying goodbye, then he shuts the door. He walks into his room and shuts the door turning on his light. Wow, he really did forget me.
I got up off from my bed and went into the kitchen, I just realized that I haven't had a full whole meal for a while. I did occasionally eat an apple or some crips but that did not mean I wasn't hungry. I went into the living room and towards the phone, to see what number room service was. I flipped through a whole bunch of pages until I found It. I'm sure Matt wouldn't mind right? Besides he has forgotten about me anyway, so there's no harm in it. I dialled the number and let it ring when Matt opened his door.
"Oh, hey Ariana." He smiled. He was definitely sober. I put my finger on my lips signalling for him to shut up. Plus, I didn't really want to talk to him.
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I have to say, Paris food is definitely the best. Matt's been knocking for the past 5 minutes on my door. Not letting me eat in peace. The thought of him and that girl made me sick. Especially by the fact that she's practically a model: with her flat stomach with a small waist, big honey eyes and dark blonde hair. I look at the mirror across the room. Then there's me with my boring brown hair, eyes that look like rainy clouds and a bloated stomach. With rolls of fat. Why should I care anyways? Matt isn't the guy for me. Even Adam said Matty isn't the guy that I think he is, and I don't even know Adam. I set down aside my mushroom risotto, suddenly not hungry anymore.
"C'mon Ariana! Please open up. You're obviously acting like this for a reason." Matt banged on the door. No reason? Who's the hilarious one now? I walked towards the window staring out at the mesmerizing lights of the city in awe. The lights shine surrounding the effiel tower, which you could barely see as it was so far away. I felt like Rapunzel stuck in such a beautiful tower locked away by a monster. But there's a plot twist, he's actually the 'hero'. If only I had long magical hair.
"Ariana!" he yelled. How in the world did he get in? "Why are you ignoring me?" Matt asked. "I didn't do anything wrong." he added.
"Exactly, you didn't even do anything." I yelled.
"What are you even talking about?" he asked totally confused.
"Matt, who took me home? Who waited for me backstage?" I told him with a straight face. His eyes widened.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry love! I was extremely busy." he apologizes filled with 'guilt'.
"Oh trust me I know, that chick must've kept you crazy busy Matt. I should've just gone with that Dan kid when I had the chance, he would've kept me safe." I yelled walking out of the room. I walked out of the suite to get some fresh air. the only place where I feel somewhat calm. Ugh sometimes people get me so mad I just want to get a chair and high five them in the face with it. Why should I even have a problem with it. If Matty likes a girl I shouldn't care. Sure, he might of confessed his feelings for me and that kiss. That kiss. I could've sworn there was more to it then just an act. But I guess I was wrong...
"MATT!?" I yelled. I kept yelling his name whilst searching for him around the suite. Hopefully he didn't think I had ran away and decided to go looking for me. Or what if he did actually go back to the blonde. What if.
The door unlocked once again, I opened it to reveal a quiet Matt. He just widened the door and walked in with no word. He walked towards his room and opened his door. Matthew turned around.
"I'm sorry.." he gently spoke.
Matt's POV
It's crazy how much she is like Amelia. The way their noses twitch when they're angry, the little crinkles they get under their eyes. I just don't want Ariana to end up like Amelia. Sure, she might hate me. That doesn't mean I can't like her back right? Man Matty why are you such a screw up? I looked up at the picture of me and my mother when I was about seven. She'd always tell me stories about how I'd meet this girl one day and that I'll love her so much that I'll keep fighting for her. I'm sure she's watching me right now thinking "is this really my son down there? Is this the person that he's learned to become?" well mum, I'm sorry I've let you down. I'm sorry I've done all these things that make you feel disgust, but once you left it wasn't easy no more.
I-I'm sorry...
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your bones - healy
Hayran Kurgu"I get that you don't like my type. But Ari...if there was one woman for me..it'll be you. I'll do anything."
