Justin's POV
I lie down on my bed, not knowing what to do. I put my hand to my forehead and regretted that I didn't come, I should've just went out with them. I felt lonely and the memories that I have with Selena flooded back into my head. The heck, I miss her! I missed how she smiles with her eyes, how she looked peaceful whenever she sleeps, the way she cuddled with me in the couch, the way we kissed each other, her perfect features as I glide my hands to her soft skin, the way her eyes shined in the night, I sighed and wondered what could she be doing right now.
Absentmindedly I began to look for her number on my phone, I didn't delete it and I don't have a plan to. I pressed the call button and waited for her to pick-up, after the 4th ring, she answered.
“Hey, who's this?” she asked from the other line
“It's me – Justin” I said, feeling my voice crack a bit. Why wasn't she aware that it was me calling her? Did she deleted my phone number?
“Oh” Selena said, followed by someone's voice saying, “Who's that?”
“It's – Justin Bieber” I heard her, answering the person. Wait, was that a voice of a guy?
“Who are you with Sel?” I asked
“I'm with uhm – Jamie Campbell” she replied. I don't have an idea who it was, but I'm pretty much sure that it was a guy.
“Oh – so what are you doing?” I asked
“Actually – ” she said, with a long pause, “I'm going on a date with him” I almost run out of breath, was she kidding me? It's only been a month and she's already moved on, while I here was still thinking of her.
“Oh – so where are you two – ” I was about to ask her where they were when –
“Can you hand me my pants Babe?” the dude with Selena from the other line said. All of a sudden, lots of thoughts came into my mind. The dude was asking for Sel to hand his pants. Does that mean – I didn't even want to know, so instead I ended the call and threw my phone to the floor. I didn't know what I should be feeling, I was angry and hurt at the same time. So, it was really over? She's moved on another guy.
I planned to call my mom and talk to her about it, but I've figured out that talking it out to her would only make what I'm feeling know much more worst, since I don't have someone who'd hold me when I break down. So instead, I just stayed there and closed my eyes waiting for myself to fall asleep.
Ariana's POV
“FRANKIE! WE'RE HOME!” I said, pushing the door bell. In about half a minute Frankie opened the door for us and let us in.
“So Ari – how's your night out?” Frankie asked, looking so excited to know what happened. If he only knew.
“It was great, everything actually went well.” Niall said, his face unreadable. Was he being sarcastic? Everyone looked at him and wondered, why did he say that? The whole trip was far from great! I'm sure, any of these guys would agree with me.
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