As Long As You Love Me (Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande)

Chapter 94

I'm gonna end this book in the next couple parts because I'm getting bored out of my mind writing it. Maybe 2 or 3 more parts...

Wednesday, August 27th

Ariana Grande

I've thrown up many times today. It's definitely not fun. I feel like I'm pregnant again.

"Feel better, babe?" Justin asks.

"No. Not at all. How's Jaycee?"

"She's doing a lot better. Unlike you."

He sits down on the edge of the bed and strokes my hair.

"I feel like I'm dead."

"Now you're just over exaggerating." I half smile, grabbing my phone from the bedside table.

"I've been in bed for years."

"It's only been 3 days."

"Close enough."

I scroll through Instagram and follow a few accounts dedicated me. Within less than a minute, all 3 of them have DM'ed me saying thank you and that they're literally dying.

According to Scooter, I'm not allowed to reply back, so I don't. I turn off my phone and throw it on the bed.

"Have you slept at all today?" Justin asks.

"No."

"You should."

"Maybe I will." He leans down to kiss me on the cheek.

"I'll be back to check on you later." I nod.

Justin Bieber

"Where's Ariana?" Sydney asks.

"Asleep."

"That's good. Do you know how many times she's thrown up?"

"God, why?"

"I double as a nurse. Why do you think I tell you what to do when someone's sick?"

"I never thought about that. But do you know?"

"Umm, at least 10 times. It sucks."

"Oh my God." Her eyes widen.

"Nurses don't usually do that." I lean against the counter.

"It's not my real job. That was a minor in college. My major was culinary services." She says.

"Minors and majors are the same thing. One's just less important than the other."

"Says the one who didn't finish college."

"Shut up." I take out my phone and go on Twitter.

I read some of my direct messages, even though I can't reply. Some of them are sweet. Most of them are asking me to break up with Ariana and go out with them, which I'm definitely not gonna do. She's my baby girl and I love her.

Right as I close out of Twitter, Jaclyn starts crying upstairs. I take the stairs 3 at a time and run into her room. I quickly pick her up and take her downstairs so she won't wake Ariana.

She hasn't eaten since the half bottle full of medicine so I assume she's hungry.

Sydney holds her while I make a bottle then volunteers to feed her. I give Sydney the bottle and she feeds Jaclyn while I go upstairs and check on Ariana who's still asleep. I kiss her cheek and close the bedroom door before walking back downstairs.