Torn

Chapter 7: Feelings

*Ariana's POV*

I woke up in my own bed, and Justin went to his room without even saying goodnight.

I guess he just wants some space, which I can respect because I know he's always bothered. Then again, it does hurt a bit to think I may bother him. I'm not sure if that's the case, so I shouldn't assume things.

I decide to take a shower and put on some comfy clothes, along with my hair in a careless messy bun and not bothering with any makeup.

I go downstairs and see Justin sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Hey." I say simply and fix myself some cereal then sit across from him.

"Aye." He greets emotionlessly, and gets up from the table with his bowl and puts it away.

I sigh lightly, then think it would be best to ask what's wrong. If I don't, it will irritate me until I find out.

"Justin?"

"Mhm." He replies, still fully focused on his phone.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned and his head snaps up in my direction, finally acknowledging my presence.

"What do you mean?" He asks back, pretending to be clueless.

"I know something's bothering you." I contemplate his facial expressions, looking for any signs of how he's feeling.

"You know what? Something is bothering me... but it's not something I should tell you." He says looking full in my eyes.

My heart sort of clinches with an uncomfortable feeling and I gulp.

"Please, just tell me. I need to know." I say and that familiar feeling is still in my chest.

"You'll get upset, I know you will." He replies and I just give him a look that urges him to continue.

"Okay," he gives in with a sigh, "it's what happened the other night.." He says and I nod, signaling him to keep talking.

"I don't know, you just made me feel like you're closed off... almost as if you're hiding something from me. Did I do something?" He asks and I see the pain in his eyes.

"Justin," I breathe out, "I-"

"I know, you need time and you're not ready. I get it." He finishes for me and I see how sad he really looks.

"That's not what I was going to say." I correct him with a small smirk.

"Then what were you going to say?" He asks curiously with an eyebrow raised and I inhale deeply.

"Justin, I can see how much you really want an "us"... and I actually think I might be ready too, but I'm not exactly sure what to do. I just know I feel something for you. I get this tingly feeling everytime I see you or even hear your voice which I don't think is normal if you apparently don't have feelings for that person so I guess I just-"

Justin's lips were on mine in a swift movement, I guess I was talking a little too much, oops.

I felt a jolt of electricity through my body and I just closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of our lips moving in sync.

We kissed with so much passion, there was much more in that one kiss than all our past ones altogether.

We both pulled away to breathe and I smiled and bit my lip timidly, that was probably the longest kiss I've ever shared with anyone.

"Wow," I spoke breathlessly.

"Does that confirm your feelings?" He asked with a grin.

"I'm positive it did." I say and decide to lean in for more, his lips are like heaven, and I can't get enough.

He kisses back with even more passion and grips his arms around my waist tightly as I sneak mine around his neck and play with his hair carelessly.

"That's so sexy." He mumbles against my lips.

"What? This?" I smirk against his lips and play with his hair again. I thought he would be upset if I messed with his hair, considering how much time and effort he puts into it. He's like obsessed with it.

"Yes baby," He says against my lips and I feel a swarm of butterflies in my stomach at the thought of me being his "baby" and it brings a smile to my face.

He swipes his tongue against my bottom lip and I gladly accept and give him entrance as our tongues fight for dominance.

Our heated make-out session was interrupted by the sound of somebody knocking on the door.

Justin sighs, aggravated and pecks my lips one last time before making his way to the door. I see Scooter come in, and I hear him tell Justin that he needs to speak with him in private.

Justin nods hesitantly, seeming almost worried. He follows him outside and I sneak by the door and try to listen to their conversation.

"You- Ariana- can't be together- single- press- may find out- sorry Justin."

Is all I could make out of their conversation, but I'm pretty sure I know what that meant. I began to get a sad feeling, which made my stomach drop and I went to sit down on the couch.

About five minutes later, Justin storms in the house, clearly angry. I stand up from the couch by instinct, as he begins to pull at his hair vigorously and mutters incoherent words under his breath.

Scooter must have left because I don't see his car anywhere, but I focus on Justin and let him cool down before saying anything. I know well enough not to mess with him when he's upset.

"Fucking press ruin everything."

I heard him mumble and I instantly felt even worse, not only for "us", but for him.

Justin makes his way toward me, and I stay breathless when I see how sexy he looks when he's mad.

"Justin I-"

He cuts me off, kissing me viciously leaving me shocked, yet satisfied and give him entrance immediately.

He suddenly backs me up as I fall back against the couch breathing heavily.

I get this feeling that makes me impatient and anxious with another feeling of lust and pleasure.

I was eager to feel his lips on mine again, as he joined me on the couch and hovered over my body.

I knew I didn't want to go all the way with him just yet, it's too soon. Although I sure as hell knew I wanted to continue what we started.

I didn't waste any more time and cupped his face in my hands, then brought it down to meet my own. His lips are soft, full, and just... perfect.

They're so enjoyable that I never want to break the kiss, but unfortunately have to if I want to breathe.

His lips are like my drug, I can never get enough.