Ariana's POV
It's my last day on tour. I didn't get a chance to contact Justin after that day when Kyle made me turn my phone off.
He snapped my charger, and took my phone. Not that I can't buy a new one, it's just that I never really had time to go out and buy another phone.
He's probably worried as hell, and I feel terrible. What if he's panicking and decides to come to London just to see how I'm doing? There's pay phones everywhere and I didn't even think once to call him.
I've been so tired from all these rehearsals that I couldn't even think straight, couldn't even realize there are pay phones in this world.
I've gotta go call him.
Justin's POV
"Eh, why should I care? She's probably getting all knocked up and shit," I say to Ryan, grabbing my beer.
"Why would you think Kyle is banging her?" Ryan asked.
"She's not even fucking calling me, or returning my fucking calls,"
"Go visit her or something,"
"No, fuck it, I always do that and then everything seems fine,"
"Why're so mad?"
"Shut up," I murmured, taking a sip of my beer again. "I'll be right back," I said, getting up.
"Where you going?"
"I'll be outside," I said, stepping out.
I pulled out a cigarette and lighter. I know Ariana hates it when I smoke, but is not like I can just quit.
I lit the end of my cigarette.
I started ever since she left for her tour, it's a bad habit, but it makes me feel good.
When I was done smoking, I opened the door and stepped back in.
"FUCK, YO YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT!" Ryan yelled, fanning the air in front of his face with his hand.
"Shut the fuck up, Ariana's coming home tonight, you can't tell her,"
"Can't tell her? You're clothes will tell her,"
"I wash them,"
"You wash them every time you smoke? How often do you smoke?"
"Like, once a day, before I shower?"
"Why don't you just be honest with her? It's not like he's gonna break up with you because you smoke,"
"She doesn't like it when I smoke,"
"Why does that matter?"
"What do you mean?"
"It sounds like you're letting her take over yourself,"
"No, it's just, I want her to matter in this relationship, I don't want this to just rely on whatever happens, happens, we both get a say in this relationship,"
"Damn,"
"I'm not going to lose her, not again."
Ariana's POV
"C-come home with me," Kyle said.
"What? No," I spat.
"C'mon,"
"Stop it, I'm about to go on stage, I don't need to hear any of your bullshit,"
"Just think about it," he whispered in my ear from behind, holding my waist.
I jerked off and walked on the platform.
The platform lifted me onto stage, the whole arena dark but lights from phones and fan signs.
"Tell me something I need to know. Then take my breath and never let it go. If you just let me invade your space I'll take the pleasure, take it with the pain," I sang. They were all screaming like crazy. I am said about the tour ending, but it's also my only way to completely get rid of Kyle.
Abel stepped out on stage and sang with me, they screamed even louder. He's my special guest tonight.
Everyone dancing behind us, and Kyle decides to ruin things by dancing right next to me, touching me, acting as if this is part of the routine.
None of my babies know that this isn't part of the song.
Kyle is being a real fucking pain in the ass. I run forward, avoiding him. I get on my knees to high-five some of my babes.
When Abel and I were finish the song, I stood up and stood at the edge of the stage.
"GIVE IT UP FOR THE WEEKND!" I yelled.
They all screamed very loud.
"MY LONDON BABIES, HOW Y'ALL DOING TONIGHT?" I shouted.
They responded with a scream.
"That's great!" I laughed. "Wow, it's really hot in here."
The one in the front screamed and threw a water bottle at my foot.
I bent over to pick it up. "Oh my god, you're so cute, but I have my own water, thanks," I laughed.
I always love talking to them, they're so adorable, they make me smile.
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"THANK YOU LONDON! I LOVE YOU BABIES! Make it home safely!" I said, blowing them a kiss, and waving goodbye as I walked to the platform and lowered.
I stepped off the platform and went straight to my dressing room.
It's 10:00pm here in London, my flight is in an hour, I'll probably be at California by 2am there. A long 9 hour flight back home.
I quickly changed into sweatpants, Uggs, and one of Justin's sweaters.
My bags are already packed and ready to go. As soon as I opened the door with a luggage in my hand, Kyle's there.
"Oh my god, fuck off, seriously," I spat.
He pulled me closer.
Fuck no.
I quickly jerked my head away before he could grab it.
"Fuck off," I spat, walking away from him.
"We're a great couple,"
"I used to think that, but not anymore, so get the fuck out of my life. The tours over, you're no longer a part of my dance crew anymore, auditions are next tour, good luck but I'm not hiring you," I say, walking away.
"No, no, no, I'm not gonna let you off that easy,"
"That easy? You don't even know how hard it is to avoid you because you're everywhere, like damn Kyle, get a fucking life,"
"What's wrong with chasing the girl that I love?"
"You're fucking desperate okay? I don't love you or like you, if this is the only way to get you to fuck off, I'll be as harsh as I want to,"
"There's only 2 ways to get me to fuck off,"
"Like what?"
"Have sex with me," he smirked, taking a step forward. I can just feel the anger rushing throughout my body.
"OR!?"
"Break up with Justin,"
"What? I'm not dating Justin,"
"I'm not fucking stupid, stop pretending you're not dating Justin,"
"I'm not,"
"I know you are,"
"Pft, fine, don't fuck off,"
I walk to the back door where I'm getting picked up, and step into the car.
California in nine and a half hours.
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