Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Twenty Four.

Arianna's P.O.V

After that steamy night, things took a turn for the worst. We ended up arguing about personal things, things that had to do with his family. He just kind of blew up on me, I understood it was a sensitive topic but we've spoken about it before.

Now, I sit in my dorm room Carly must be out somewhere I was listening to music. I let the melody float throughout the room, music was always a release as long as dancing. The two mixed were always a relaxer for me. I finally got a break from studying, finals were soon. I needed to pass, I was sure I was going to pass. But being sure wasn't enough, I needed to make sure, I needed to study non-stop. Text books filled up my desk and bed, it was important.

A rather loud knocking comes from my dorm room, sighing. "Carly, if you forgot your damn key again." I mumbled, I wasn't really lazy but I was lazy meaning I was to lazy to get up and let my roommate in if in fact it was her on the other side of the door.

Swinging the door open, as I ruffled my hair I was more then surprised to see the person in front of me. Now I know you all know who it is, Justin himself. He had grey sweat pants and a hoodie on,

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, stepping aside allowing him access to come in.

"Fuck, Arianna." He whined, what was this about?

"Wh-what happened?" If I wasn't mistaken his eyes were red and puffy, almost as if he was crying. His sweat shirt was damp due to the storm outside,

"I don't know why I came here," He sighed, followed by an awkward silence. When he was about to turn back towards the door, I grabbed hold of his hand. Fuck, what am I doing. Pulling him back towards me.

"What are you doing," He sighed, when I looked into his eyes they were teary eyed I've only seen this man cry once and it broke my heart because I did like where we were at back then. The relationship we had, I loved that he came to me.

I didn't answer, the next thing I did was rested my head softly on his chest. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I could hear him let out a deep breath and within minutes after being the stubborn prick he is he hugged back involuntarily crying into my shoulder.

I wouldn't normally do this, I mean. I don't know I'm a bitch that does care about people I can admit, and I have a strong feeling this has something to do with... well I can't assume.

"Will you erm, will you tell me what this is about now?" My voice came out muffled because I was still resting my head onto his chest, it was comforting and I took in his scent. He nodded his head, wiping the underneath of his eyes I lead him over to the bed. I've always had a soft spot for people in need of comfort.

Justin's P.O.V

The moment we began talking, is the moment I remembered the best time I've spent with a girl. Not fucking, not sucking faces. Just talking and comforting each other. And even though I am an ass to her and she is a bitch to me we always seem to be there for each other at the time of need.

"I didn't mean to make you feel-"

"I know," I interrupted, "I haven't spoken to her since a little bit after I graduated." I mumbled,

"Justin! That's insane." She argued, "I'm sorry, I-I just you know your mother loves you." She whispered,

"Do I?" I narrowed my eyes, "She decided to marry an abusive man, and not give a care in the world. He thought he'd have so much money because of me, I haven't given my mother a dime. Not for that prick." I growled.

"I'm sorry," She whispered,

"Don't be." I spoke, "the last time I saw them was about a year ago." I mumbled,

"Do you remember that one time, well that one time you came to me the night he hit you." She muttered, I didn't say anything I just nodded. "Did your mom know?" She questioned, I shook my head.

"Well, don't you think if she did she would have threw him to the curb." She spoke,

"You think I'm making the wrong decision?" I asked, she shrugged

"I know that you think your mom doesn't care about you, but if I was in your place. I'd help her out, I'd get her out of the horrible relationship she was in," She admitted,

"You don't know that,"

"I know, I'm just speaking how I feel," She mumbled, clearing her throat and scratching the back of her neck awkwardly.

This was awkward as fuck, we've never done anything like this. Well we have but that was years ago, that was when we were more of friends. Now we are just enemies with benefits I suppose. That's how I look at it anyway.

"It's been awhile huh?" She laughed softly, I nodded my head smiling.

"Well, thanks for not being a bitch about it." I laughed and she scowled only making me laugh more, I had to break the awkward tension.

"Well thanks for." She spoke slowly, "Never mind, your always an ass." She laughed, I chuckled standing to my feet as I began to walk towards the door.

"Wait." She called, furrowing my eyebrows I turned around.

"Remember, how I called you that one night because I hate storms," She squealed as a long boom of thunder and lightening happened. Smiling I lifted my hoody and shirt over my head leaving me shirtless.

"Cuddles." I spoke in an ignorant baby voice making her scowl, 

"Your an ass," She muttered, I laughed as I climbed into bed with her cuddling wasn't unusual for us. Except for the fact that we didn't fuck first but I didn't mind.

"Thanks." She mumured groggily, and before I knew it I could hear her lightly snoring. Well, today was a turn but I needed to let things out of my system and I have a lot to think about.

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HOLY CRAP THEY HAVEN'T HAD ONE OF THESE MOMENTS IN YEARS, WELL I'LL BE DAMNED