Despair

thirty-two

❝ no happy endings ❞

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selena's p.o.v

his hazel eyes found mine. chuckling, i look away, breaking the connection. his hair was spiked up in the same normal way, but i prefer it when he doesn't try to style it. he was wearing a vest top and some baggy jogging bottoms. he was dressed causally, yet it seemed to overrule my outfit.

the strong air pushes my hair over my face, causing me to stop gazing. pushing my hair away, i find justin staring a me, a smile on his pink lips. there was something urging me, tugging me to continue to stare at his lips, to just mush our lips together. but since we were outside it was impossible. especially with cameras clicking long distances away and people staring at us like we're animals in a zoo.

the wind picks up, causing me to shiver. i felt bad: justin had given me his jacket, and now he was left just in his vest. sitting up, i move to drag the coat off my shoulders to give it back to him, but he stops me. pressing his firm hand onto my shoulder, stopping the coat from sliding off, he says, "stop, sel. i don't want it. put it on." with one simple stare that caused me to feel dizzy, i let him put the jacket on me again.

justin was due in the studio and i thought i could drop him off. he still had half an hour.

"do you want to start walking there?" i wonder, picking up my ice tea from the table and taking a sip.

"one more second." i look back to him after placing my ice tea back onto the table. he was staring at me, something in his eyes i couldn't put my name on. it was like he was there physically but not mentally.

"j –" i began, but he interrupts me by scraping his chair against the pavement, causing a screeching sound from the chair. standing up, he brings his hand out for me to take. i do. getting up too, we walk out from underneath the huge umbrella the cafe owned.

he was still holding my hand; something twisted in my stomach that made me feel nauseous.

walking our way to the studio not far from where we was, we heard more clicking of paps cameras. we both decide to ignore them.

"update me: how's the album coming along?" i ask for the sake of a conversation.

"uh – alright, i guess."

"any ideas on the name yet?"

"i don't know; i've been thinking about purpose." he shrugs. i nod reassuringly.

"well if you need any help, i'm here." he squeezes my hand, causing my eyes to flicker to our intertwined fingers. i smile.

"don't worry about that, babe. most of my inspiration already comes from you." laughing, i shake my head. he laughs along with me, pulling me closer to his side.

and, in that moment, we honestly didn't care anymore. we couldn't hear the paps even though they was there, simply because we was in our own world.

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a/n;
another update because i feel like the last chapter was honestly one of the worst i've done. hope u liked selena's lil pov :-)