Torn

Chapter 17: Getting Ready

*Ariana's POV*

I sigh as I press the lock button on my phone and stand up from the couch. I look around for anything to take my mind off of the hate I was receiving.

'You don't deserve Justin.'

'Selena is way better than Ariana.'

'What was Justin thinking choosing Ariana over Selena?'

'Stick to the original Jariana please.'

'Justin still loves Selena, more than he'll ever love you.'

I go put my phone on the charger, forcing myself not to read anymore hate before I get depressed.

"Ariana?" I hear Justin's voice call, and the hotel door shuts afterwards.

I turn a corner to see him by the front door as he sets down a few bags.

"What are those?" I ask, curiosity always gets the best of me.

"I got some stuff." Justin says and shrugs it off.

"What kind of stuff?" I ask impatiently.

"Just stuff." He says and I can see him smirking.

"Just tell me, pleeease?" I beg him.

"It's a surprise." He replies and walks over to me.

"When do we get back on the tour bus?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Actually, we're supposed to get on now." He says.

"Okay." I say with a sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I say quickly.

"It's something, I think I'd know." He contemplates.

"Seriously Justin, it's nothing." I say and walk out of the hotel room with my bags.

"Why are you being like this all of a sudden?" He asks with his eyebrows raised.

"I'm tired." I reply, but it's only half of the truth.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, but I do feel weird. I don't know what it is." I say with my eyebrows scrunched together.

"Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No, no. I'll be fine." I say quickly.

"You sure? I can-"

"I'm fine Justin." I say with a small laugh.

"Some friends asked me if I wanted to go to a club tonight, do you want to?"

"Sure, why not. Nothing's more fun than hanging out with a bunch of drunk guys who can't control themselves." I say sarcastically and roll my eyes.

"C'mon, it won't be that bad." He says, then nudges me in the stomach and I flinch in pain.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I-"

"No, it's okay. You didn't do it hard, I don't know why it hurt." I said with uncertainty.

"You need to see a doctor." Justin says and I shake my head.

"No Justin, we don't have time for that." I say irritated.

"If it helps you, yes we do." He argues and I stop in my tracks.

"I don't know why you're so worried. I'm fine, okay? Just leave the subject alone, let's do what we have to do so we'll be on time. Period." I say and continue walking out of the hotel, then leave Justin to check out.

He catches up to me and makes me stop. "Ariana, I know there's something up. Especially by the way you're acting towards me." He says eyeing me suspiciously.

"I'm sorry if I'm acting any way. I just want everything to be perfect." I say timidly.

"As in?"

"I know this will probably be a part of my life I won't want to forget, so I want to make it perfect and memorable. Getting to see the world is an amazing opportunity that not many people get to do, especially with you." I say and smile.

"But that still doesn't explain your stomach pains." Justin says with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know what else it could be... I'm not on my period. And I know for sure I'm not pregnant because we didn't even do anything." I say with scrunched eyebrows.

"Do you wanna just wait, or what?" He asks and I shrug.

"We could just wait and see I guess."

"Ariana..."

"What?"

"I love you. I may say it a lot, but I want you to know that it means so much more than those three words to me. It means that I want to be with you, and I won't ever find anyone else I'd rather be with. I might make mistakes in the future, I may hurt you, just know I won't mean to. It may be out of jealousy, or just me being an asshole. I might as well apologize right now for anything I may do to hurt you, so I'm sorry. I love you, so much." Justin says emotionally, and I could feel tears brimming my eyes.

"I love you too Justin." I say with a smile.
"Where did that come from? I mean, I'm more than happy to hear it, but what made you say it?" I ask him.

"I've been thinking for a long time now, and I've just been trying to bring myself to express those three words. They have so much more meaning behind them when I say it to you. I guess right then was the best time." He explains and I smile.

"Well thank you, you're just so perfect." I said and kissed his lips.

"I'm a sad excuse for perfect if I am."

"No you're not Justin... Hey what happened to being cocky all the time?" I ask and he smiles.

"I thought you didn't like that?" He smirked.

"Hmm... I kinda... sorta do." I say while giving him a shrug.

"Mhm... Well are we going to the club tonight or what?" Justin asked and my ears perked up.

"Of course, oh my gosh I need to get ready." I said and bolted upstairs to try on some dresses.

I decided on a red one that was about mid-thigh length, and wore my hair in the usual (curly halfway up) style. Along with that, I wore some perfectly matching stilettos.

I walked downstairs and Justin smiled.

"You look beautiful, as always." He said and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Thank you." I said with a timid smile, then noticed what Justin was wearing. (He looked hot as always.)

"You look pretty amazing yourself." I complimented.

"Don't I always?" He said and smirked. "Is that the cocky Justin you like?" He asked with a wink and I giggled.

"Of course." I replied. We walked out of the door, then got in his car to drive to the club and meet up with some of Justin's friends.