One Last Chance(Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber)

Crossing Limits

Ariana G.

"Where have you been?!?!"

"We're so worried about you ..!"

"Why didn't you tell us where you were?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Are you okay?"

Those are the questions I faced when I showed up at the boys' room.

They circled me once I opened the door and they won't stop asking questions.

"Why the hell did you do that??" Justin said.

"That was very irresponsible Ariana.." Louis said.

"Do you really have to yell at me?!? Is it really necessary?!" I said to Justin who was on red hot volcano right now.

"I am not yelling at you Ari.." He said softly.

"Well it sounded like it..!!" I talked back.
One Direction is on full silent mode while listening to us. No one seems to butt in.

"Then why did you have to leave like that?? Especially making me believe you're in your room?" He said.

"Why?! You're asking me why??"

"YES I AM.! WHAT IF YOU COULD'VE HURT YOURSELF ..!" He raised his voice.

"NOW THAT'S THE PROBLEM.! You treat me like a kid..! You always lock me in a room..! I've been staring at different walls in the past 3 days..!"

"We're just worried about you.. We don't want you to do idiotic stuff that'll make your condition worse." He explained.

"Idiotic stuff.??! So walking in the park is stupid? You see, how can I get better if you won't even let me go out and exercise or enjoy the fresh air..?!" This time I'm the one doing hand gestures and in a bossy tone.

"It's not like that Ari----"

"I appreciate your concern but I can take care of myself. And FYI.. I'm perfectly fine now.." I said and walked out of the room.

I seriously don't wanna argue anymore. I'm sure Niall will explain some of it. He did get my point. All I want is for them to ask me if what I want for once.

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I'm getting ready for the show and throughout the day I haven't said a word to the guys and Justin, except Niall of course.

"Ari, show starts in 10 minutes.." Justin said peeping through the door.

"Sure.." I said in an annoyed tone.

"Are you still mad??" He asked.

I didn't answer but instead focused on my phone and pretended to do something.

"Ari.. Can you at least talk to me??"

And again I didn't answer.

He let out a deep sigh.
"If this is your way of making me miserable, then it's working .." He said.

I stood up, fixed my hair a bit and walked towards him.

I let out a smile which made him furrow his brows.
"Good to know.." I walked away and went backstage.

Damn I'm good.

As I further more prepare myself for the performance, One direction approached me.

"Hey Ariana..! How are you feeling??" Louis said.

"A bit annoyed actually..." I spat.

They are all confused.
"About the concert??" Harry asked with his eyes crunched up.

"No.. about you.." I said.

"Okay let's just talk about this.." Harry said trying to clear things.

"Uhm, there's a bucket of 'I DON'T GIVE A DAMN' over there, can you pick it up??" I pointed at a corner.

"BURNNN.!" Niall said at the back.

The boys turned their head to him.

"Th-that's what most Americans would say.." Niall said and left the conversation.

"I really am not in the mood to talk right now.. So if you please excuse me.." I said.

I don't wanna be rude or mean but I just can't help it. Every time i see them and Justin, smoke comes out of my nose.

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"I'm not leaving till you open this door.." Justin said who is banging on my hotel door.

"Suit yourself.." I replied.

"Ariana I'm serious.."

"I'm going to bed..!"

"Like I said, I'm not leaving.." He said.

I can hear him leaning against the door.

He's not serious.. isn't he?

I sat by the door, leaning on the hard wood. I hugged my knees and rested my chin on top.

"Why are we so complicated..?" I whispered.

"I'm so weird.. I don't feel angry at all.." I continued.

But then I feel that he left. No one's answering.

"Jay??"

I leaned against the door.
"Justin??"

Wow he left.

I opened the door to make sure he's not there. Unfortunately the monkey didn't left. By monkey, I mean Justin Bieber. As I opened the door, he fell on the floor, fast asleep, snoring.

Well, I'll be damned.

"Justin.!" I said in a whisper-scream-ish tone.

I softly tapped his cheeks.
"Jay wake up.. you're on the floor."

He groaned and shifted but not close to waking up.
"I'm sorry.." He said in his sleep.

"W-what?" I said in shock. What is he talking about?!

"I didn't mean it.." His sleepy voice filled my mind.

I slowly dragged him and lifted him up the couch.. I'm pretty proud of myself since I managed to lift him but I can't deny that a smile escaped my mouth when he said that.