Ariana Grande
Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Sunday, 4:12 pm
"Ari, look!" Justin says.
He holds his phone so close to my face that I can barely see what he's trying to show me.
"Jay, move your phone put of my face before I slap it our of your hand." Justin moves his phone away and I can see the picture more clearly.
It's of me and Justin, holding hands, on the red carpet, just a few minutes ago.
"There's already a million reposts and so many edits. How did this happen?" I take his phone from him and reload the page.
Every time I do, more copies of the picture pop up while more and more edits are being made by the second.
"What is going on?" I give him his phone back and bury my head in my hands.
"How did this happen? People weren't supposed to see that!" I rock back and forth and Justin places his hand on my back.
"Ari, it's okay. People were gonna find out sooner or later."
"Find out what? There's nothing to find out!"
"Ariana?" Justin whispers.
"What?" I look up at him and our eyes meet.
He leans in and plants his lips on mine.
My first kiss.
When he pulls away, I have zero words. We both stare at each other for a few seconds before Justin says something.
"I like you as more than a friend. I think I love you, Ariana." He whispers.
I don't know what to say, and when I don't know what to say I cry.
"Ariana, don't cry. I know it's a lot, I'm sorry." Justin wraps me in his arms.
"N-no! It's not you. I just don't know what to say." I wish I could tell him that I loved him too, but I just can't.
"Don't worry, you don't have to say anything. At all. Stop crying! You'll mess up your make up."
Justin pulls away from me and gently wipes my eyes with a Kleenex.
"All better?" I nod.
I was all right for now, but we have an awards show to be at in thirty minutes. I just wanna go back to the hotel and sleep.
Justin throws the Kleenex away and sits down next to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and we start watching TV. We were in my dressing room, waiting for the awards show to start, and we had absolutely no idea where anyone else was. We were just chilling out until somebody came and got us.
I lay my head on Justin's shoulder and we watch Property Brothers for about fifteen minutes before we're interrupted. Dalina and Daniel open the door and walk in, smirks on both of their faces.
At this point, I couldn't care less what they think. I don't care what anyone thinks. People only know as much as we tell them, so if we don't confirm something for them, then they can't say it's true, or not.
"Look at these cute little love birds." Dalina says.
I roll my eyes and we both ignore them.
"Oh, the silent treatment? I think we've hit a nerve, Lina." Daniel laughs.
"We'll leave you two alone. We just came to grab some things." They both take some stuff from the table before leaving.
"I'm gonna take a nap. I'm tired." I say.
Justin nods.
"You can lay your head in my lap if you want." I look up at him and he smiles.
Justin Drew Bieber is the sweetest boy in the world.
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What's Real
Fanfiction*The title is not a question, it's a statement. And I know they might not look twelve, but they are.* Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber are 12 year old pop stars, both under the same manager, Scooter Braun. While on their first world tour together, J...
