The Encounter ☾Justin & Ariana

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      Ariana's POV
I never thought Justin and I would get so close. I helped him through the arrest, the drama; and he helped me through my dumb "I hate America" claim. It's good to know I can always count on him. I hadn't seen him since my Inglewood show. I mean, I saw him at 2016 AMA's, but I didn't talk to him. I missed him. I'm glad I went to the club that night. I'm not happy about what happened, but I'm glad that I was able to see him again.
    We walked inside and I was feeling a little bit better, at least that's what I wanted to believe since I stopped crying. We walked upstairs to the guest room.
"I'll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything." He offered.
"No, it's okay. I'm just going to shower and maybe try to sleep."
"Okay. Goodnight, Ariana."
"Goodnight, Justin." I smiled, and as he was about to walk out, I grabbed his arm and said, "Thank you."
"Don't worry about it." And he smiled and walked out.
    I undressed, and stepped into the shower. I can cry and not feel the tears run down my face. I crouched down into the corner of the tub, and just cried. I couldn't help it.
     Justin's POV
Sofia and I haven't really been hanging out since our trip to Mexico. I just needed a break, with all the photos of us, and how badly that looked on me, I just needed some time off. She's in New York right now. Hasn't done much. I hope Ariana feels safe. Being here. In the house. Part of me just wants to hold her and make all her worries go away but another part of me wants to give her space. Time, to think on her own.
        Ariana's POV
After a little bit, I stepped out the shower and put on a silk slip and left my natural waves soak all over the place. I felt as dead as I looked. I sat down in bed and turned on the T.V. to keep my mind off things. Somehow, every single channel I flipped to reminded me of current events. Funny how life can do that. I just turned off the T.V. and laid there looking up. I closed my eyes and yelled out,
"Justin!"
He came rushing up in an instant.
"Hey, what's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"Can you sit here with me. I need company." I pleaded.
"Yes, of-of course." He got up onto the bed and put his arm around me. I rested my head on his chest and he started running his fingers through my hair.
"Do you think it's going to get any easier?" I hesitantly asked.
"Time will tell."
Slowly after a few minutes I fell asleep on his chest. Leaving all my worries in the morning. Justin didn't move, not even after I slept. He stayed there. Combing his fingers through my hair.
       Justin's POV
She looks beautiful. Au natural. Feelings are beautiful. Emotion is beautiful. I won't leave her side. I will sit here until the sun comes up.
The doorbell rings.
Who the hell could that possibly be?