Love Me Harder - (a Justin Bieber & Ariana Grande lovestory)

Chapter 3 - Emotional connections

Chapter 3 - Emotional connections

Justin's POV:

"Yo Justin," I heard someone whisper.

My eyes flickered open as I looked at Alfredo, standing at the end of the kingbed.

"Roomservice is ready. I woke you up since you told me that you had to go somewhere, right?" He asked.

"SHIT!" I gasped. I slapped my forhead as I quickly got up and put my black sweater on and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

"You late?" Fredo chuckled.

"Damn right." I mumbled as I left the hotelroom and made my way to the old playground. I glanced at my wristwatch.

6.29pm. Ariana is going to be pissed. Luckily it's a five-minute walk.

I was almost there when I noticed a girl sitting down at a bench but getting up after looking at her phone. There she is, and she waited. Seems like she really wanted to hear my side of the story.

She was about to leave but I grabbed her by her arm.

She whirled around. "Justin," she breathed.

"I am so sorry that I'm late but I was really tired from the long flight and I fell asleep in my hotelroom and Alfredo didn't woke me up and I am so sorry oh God." I said in one breath.

"It's okay, it's okay." she comforted me.

I smiled and managed her to sit down.

"Now tell me, why did you leave me for five damn years. Well yeah, almost five." Ariana said calmly.

"Okay. So when I was invited to Atlanta and promised you that we would keep contact, my manager Scooter and also Usher, my bro, told me the bad sides of being famous. They told me that you would be bad for my career. That my fans would break you because they are extremly jealous and that the paparazzi would eat you alive and would think that you're my girlfriend. Scooter gave me the choice: take you with me in through that hell - the paparazzi and haters part - and make your life known. That means that everyone would know who you are and follow you everywhere, or the other choice: leave you in Canada, living your normal life. I didn't wanna do that to you, Ariana. Years passed by and people advised me to forget about you. But when I saw you tonight... All the feelings came back." I said.

"What feelings?" she asked.

"The feeling of missing you like hell."

"I missed you too. And I'm sorry, didn't know that you were actually protecting me." Ariana slightly smiled.

"So were cool?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Were cool."

We just smiled at eachother for a while, probably realizing how much we've changed over the years.

"It's just going to be hard, you know." She said in all of a sudden.

"What?"

"Us. Trying to become best friends again. At least, if that's what you want." she whispered the last part.

"There's nothing that I want more than being your best friend again." I smiled. And this time, she smiled back.

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Ariana's POV:

After we made it up, we stayed at the playground for about three more hours. We just spend the night talking about our lives and it's amazing.