The next morning we all ordered room service.
Me and Yasmine were getting ready in one of the two huge bathrooms that was all ours for the next week while we waited for breakfast to come.
"You're such a hoe, you'd do anything to show that phat ass off," she scowled at me, talking about my camel suede bodycon dress that hugged my curves.
"Stop pressin me bitch, it's not cute," I smiled at her while putting my messy hair into a top knot.
"At least I look mf cute," she twirled, she was wearing a guns n roses band black tee and distressed shorts that looked like they were mom jeans cut above the knee. She rocked the whole look, with her twists half up half down in a bun style.
"Hm, remember b, cute is not a look, it's not an attitude, it's a way of being," I smirked before leaving to the sunlit, warm main room.
"Don't quote me on that shit you pesky bitch," she called, still in the bathroom.
-
It was getting dark and after a whole day simply exploring the New York streets and going in and out of cute little shopping places and grand, expensive boutiques, all four of us were exhausted.
"I'm kind of starving," Ashton admitted, walking back into the hotel.
The cool, air con air hit us.
"Damn the heat is real as fuck," sighed Yasmine.
"I have an idea," Justin said lightly.
"We're all listening," Yasmine looked at him.
"Let's go for dinner down here, we're all inclusive, right?" He smirked.
"Yesss. Apparently it's fancy as fuck though," I sighed.
"Well then I guess 30minutes won't hurt to get ready," Yasmine smiled.
"Yeah, I need a shower I'm fucking sweating," Ashton laughed, pressing the elevator button.
-
"Damn baby girl you're so fucking sexy," Justin said quietly while I looked at my golden sequinned long bodycon that I paired with slim gold stilettos in the mirror.
I turned back to face him.
"Fuck you look dank as fuck boi," he was wearing slim fitted black trousers and a short sleeved, crisp, white shirt that was untucked and gave a rough look, showcasing his sexy ass tattoos on his toned arms.
"All the boys probably jealous when they see me with you," he laughed, stroking my loose, straight blonde hair.
"They're only jealous because they don't have our typa relationship," I smiled before taking his hand. "Yazz, Ash, lets fucking goooo!" I called excitedly.
"We've been the ones waiting for you shit heads!" Yazz whined, appearing from behind the mini rainforest in the most sexiest red bodycon that showed off her lil waist and big boobs, and black stilettos. Ashton was wearing grey pants and had his shirt tucked in neatly, and his light blonde hair, freshly washed and still a bit damp in a neat but messy cute mess. You know what I mean when I say neat but messy mess, it was just right.
"I'm so hungry I could eat alla the chicken in a KFC," mumbled Ashton, grabbing the keys.
"Don't scare me," Yazz laughed.
-
After the fanciest dinner I had ever eaten we all sat and talked while romantic, slow songs played in the background of the restaurant on the 2nd floor.
"I'm going outside to get some air, who's coming?" Justin asked, standing up and ready to leave.
"I'll come," I smiled and stood up along with him, glad that we'd have a few moments alone, outside.
Once we stepped out I slipped my hand into his and locked it. It was already dark but the humid air wrapped around us.
"Isn't it so beautiful?" I smiled up at Justin.
"It really is, and it's ten times better that I get to spend it with you," he let go of my hand and pulled me closer next to him by my waist.
"Tomorrow I was thinking we could go somewhere al-"
"Julia?" A familiar deep voice called from the back.
I turned around and almost dropped when I saw Chase, his brown hair in a hot mess, his toned and well structured face sweaty and red. He had the red and black uniform of the hotel and he was holding a tea towel.
His deep, leafy green eyes darted from my shocked face, to Justin and back.
His jaw clenched.
"Chase! Oh my god!" I pulled out a fake ass smile but I was slowly breaking inside.
"Justin? What are you two doing here?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.
"On holiday man, you work here?" Justin asked casually.
"Yeah, Justin what are you doing with my girlfriend?" He pointed to Justin's hand around my waist and stepped closer. My jaw dropped when he said girlfriend.
"Chase, Justin is my boyfriend. I broke up with you, remember?" I backed away with Justin.
"No. No no no no no Julia, you didn't break up with me, you said you wanted time, that's what I understood, I thought we'd get back when I came back. I leave FOR FUCKING WORK and you already get a boyfriend?" His tone got louder and more angry, "I knew I fucked up, I told you but I don't want to fucking lose you!" He threw down the towel.
"Aye, Chase man, calm down," Justin calmly tried to reassure him.
"No, I won't fucking calm down," Chase fell, sitting on the pavement outside the hotel, hands in his messy hair, breathing hard. I saw how his face slowly broke into a million pieces, sadness overcoming his anger. "Julia, when I yelled at you, said that I didn't understand you, I meant it, I don't get you really, you surprise me every time, but working in these fucking heated kitchens, it's made me realise that's a good thing. You're not some basic ass bitch, you're magical, I can't fucking lose you Julia. When I shouted at you, I saw the hurt I was doing to you through your eyes. I regret that so much, I never meant to hurt you, I just love you so much," his voice broke and he talked fast, hands pulling on his hair.
Tears filled my eyes.
"Justin came back for me," I walked up to Chase and gently stroke his arms, trying to get him to loosen his grip from his own hair.
"So I was just a fucking replacement? Second best?" He cried.
"I'm sure there's a reason why-" Justin started to calmly explain.
"Shut the fuck up Justin, before I lose it. You took the only girl I loved,"
"You obviously weren't treating her right if you were shouting at her and hurting her!" Justin raised his voice in anger.
"YOU LEFT HER FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS, I PICKED HER UP AND FIXED HER AND ACCEPTED HER WITH EVERY THING SHE WAS, AND YOU JUST RE-APPEAR AND TAKE HER FROM ME?" Chase yelled, spit flying out of his mouth.
A stream of tears ran down my cheeks, realising the shit he was shouting was all true.
"Baby fuck him, lets go, we don't have to listen to his bullshit," Justin looked back at me, realising I was close to breaking point.
"Justin it's true though," I sniffed, drying my tears.
I looked over at Chase, he was broken apart and a mess, he really did love me.
I looked back at the big, beautiful diamond ring that nested on my ring finger.
"I need some time alone," I got up and shot my hand out for a taxi.
"Where are you going Jules, don't leave no that's a bad idea," Justin quickly reacted, taking a firm hold of my wrist.
"Leave her alone," Chase stumbled up.
"If you think I'll listen to what you have to say, you should re-evaluate the fucking situation," Justin's strong arms lifted me off the ground and he took me straight to the elevator and up to our penthouse.
All the way I cried.
He put me into bed and slipped off my dress and handed me one of his big tee's instead, and I still didn't say a word just wept.
It hurt that everything Chase said was true, that even though he hurt me, he apologised, but I just turned my back on him because he wasn't in Stratford. He was hard working in New York and Justin had come back. That he was so sorry, and I just hurt him.
His emerald eyes were so shattered, I wanted to kiss him and tell him I was so sorry for being selfish and fucking up.
He helped me when Justin left, why should I turn my back on him when Justin's back.
"Shhhh, Julia please, I hate watching you like this," Justin begged.
But Justin loved me too.
"Do you love me Justin?" I hiccuped.
"Of course I do baby, I always have and I always will," he hugged me tightly while I silently cried into his shoulder.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY MÖTHERFÜCKING BABY GIRL!?" Yasmine stormed into our bedroom.
