Ariana's POV
Harry and I sat just sat at the table. I looked over to Justin every once in a while. But I couldn't keep my gaze off of Harry. He looked so hot in that tux. I looked to my right and saw an old woman walk in.
"Grandma!" Justin said.
"Justin!" She hugged him.
"I'm sorry I'm late, I've been having some trouble." She said.
"No problem Gram! Just sit next to me." I got up.
"Here you go. You can sit here." I pleaded.
"No Darling, you can sit there."
"No, it's okay." I made my way to her and helped her sit down.
"Thank you uhh.."
"Ariana." I finished for her.
"Thank you Ariana."
"No problem." I looked around to find a seat. And there it was. Next to my best friend.
"Hey sexy." I whispered in his ear teasingly.
"Uh. Stop it! Your making me hard." He said pointing to his dick.
"Let me help you." I palmed his dick. He moaned.
"Fuck, Ari." He whispered.
"You practice?"
"Yes." He said honestly.
"It's good that you're telling the truth." I removed my hand.
"Why did you stop?"
"I don't wanna ruin anything." He moaned.
"Can I hold your hand?" He asked.
"You want to get a black eye from Justin?"
"I would if that means holding your hand."
"I don't wanna see my Hazzy get hurt."
"And I don't want another man touching my Awiana." He said with a puppy face.
"No." I said.
"Please?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'm hurt now, because you won't let me hold your hand."
"Fine." I pulled my hand under the table.
"Happy?" I ask.
"Very."
It honestly felt nice to hold his hand. I felt his fingers stroke the palm of my hand. He placed my hand on the table. I tried to pull my hand away, but he had a good grip on me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.
"Just watch."
I felt the softest lips on my hand. Harry dipped his head and placed soft kisses on my hand. I counted how many he did. 18.
"What was that for?"
"Your birthday." I smiled.
"I love you."
"More than Justin?"
"Yes."
"When are you gonna tell him?" I honestly didn't know. I was really scared. I know Justin has quite a temper.
"When the time is right."
"Which is?"
"When I'm ready." He squeezed my hand lightly.
"Okay everyone, the dance floor is open for you all!" Justin's Aunt said.
"May I have this dance?" I turned around to see Justin. I swiftly let go of Harry's hand, hoping he didn't see.
"Sure." I placed my hand in his.
We made our way to the dance floor. My head reached the tip of his eyes. His hands moved to my waist, as mines met the back if his neck.
"You look beautiful." He complimented me.
"You don't look so bad yourself." He smiled.
"I'm sorry you had to move." He apologized.
"It's okay." I placed my head on his shoulder.
"Ariana?"
"Yes?"
"Do you love me?" I did. But I didn't love him the way I love Harry.
"Yes." I lied.
"I love you." He said. I pulled away.
"I love you." I said to him, imagining him as Harry.
He looked into my eyes. I leaned in as he mirrored my actions. I felt his lips make contact with mine. It didn't feel right. I wanted Harry's lips. His touch was more forceful and unfomfortable. Justin pulled away and smiled at me.
It's sad that I just don't love him, the way I love Harry.
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QOTC: Sushi or Fried chicken?
AOTC: Sushi🍣
