key to my heart | jariana

19

"You hate me-"
"I don't."

"Where are we going next?" Ariana asked, sitting cross-legged on the moving tour bus's couch as she stared at the shirtless Justin making the two a midnight snack. No, she wasn't staring at his abs.. Okay, maybe once or twice.

Justin spread the peanut butter on the wheat bread, making sure every spot was covered. "Argentina? Yeah. We're not going to be there until like 3am though, since it's pretty far."

He finished off the piece and walked over to Ariana, handing her one slice while keeping one for himself. Ariana nodded, a quiet thank you, which Justin graciously smiled at. They ate their sandwiches quietly, the bus's engine the only sound running through their ears.

After a couple of bites, Justin leaned back on the couch, his hands at the back of his head. Ariana turned her body to face his, her eyes wandering to his shirtless body again.

She blushed, looking at the section of couch in between them. Justin was watching her eyes the whole time, smirking. "What?" he chuckled, noticing the blush on her face.

Ariana looked up, her blush getting redder. She almost slapped herself at the fact that she let him see her. She giggled, shaking her head. "Nothing."

He sat up, moving his body to sit criss-crossed in front of her. He raised an eyebrow, grabbing her small, delicate hand in his big ones. Did she feel the spark shoot through her arm too or was it just him? "Ariana, just tell me. I told you, I'm here for you."

She sighed softly. Biting her lip, she tightened the grip on his hand and muttered, "I want a massage. My back aches."

Justin cracked up; his laughter made it felt like the whole world was slowing down. It echoed off of the windows, making Ariana giggle at how cute it sounded. She was still flustered, but not because of what she wanted.

It was because his laugh was contagious and light and it washed away all of her worries she could be having. It was because of how his eyes closed while he laughed, but she knows that when he opens them, there will still be that glisten that is always in his eyes - well, at least whenever they meet hers. It was because of his teeth was still visible when he laughed because his mouth was open, but she liked it closed too, when the corner of his lips are turned up and his smile made her weak. Oh, what this boy does to her.

"Come here baby, I'll give you a massage."

Ariana giggled, turning around in her seat. Her back faced Justin, whose hands moved to her shirt. He slowly and gently began lifting up her the shirt, and Ariana slipped her hands out of the holes, letting it rest around her neck like a scarf. Ariana flinched as Justin's fingers traced over her bruises, his heavy breathing hitting her skin.

Justin chewed on his bottom lip; he couldn't stand the sight. It wasn't too much bruises, and the bruises that were there weren't that bad, but he hated that they were there. It didn't make Ariana any less perfect, but it made him mad that they were here because of Jai.

It also made him guilty, because he was part of the reason why and even if he wasn't, he couldn't had stopped it.

"Justin.. Never mind, I'm sorry." Ariana began slipping back on her shirt when he stopped her.

"No, it's okay," He scooted closer to her, and slid her shirt fully off. His hands laid on bare shoulders, only Ariana's bra strap was in the way. "It's okay," he said again.

His hands began rubbing her shoulders, slowly going down and down her back. His hands did wonders on her back, making the pain ease a little. Ariana knew he didn't know what he was really doing, but she had a feeling the only reason why it felt so good was because it was Justin's hands.