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Ariana's POV
                          
I watched Justin live at the AMAS. He was currently on the red carpet having an interview. I hope any of the questions aren't about me. 
                          
Even if it was, I wonder what Justin would say. 
                          
"So rumors have been circulating that you're dating one of your fans." Mike says. 
                          
"One of my fans?" Justin says. 
                          
"Ariana. Ariana Grande. Soon to rise to be a pop star." Mike chuckled. 
                          
"I don't consider her my fan anymore. She's my friend. A special friend. Ariana is such a cool, nice, cute girl. She's like the friend you never had you wish you had. Such an amazing friend." Justin spoke, making me smile. 
                          
"You're speaking to her like you're more than friends." Mike smirks. 
                          
"Nah, she's a friend bro." Justin says. 
                          
"Aha, okay. Whatever you say. Who's your crush?" Mike asked. 
                          
"Uh, Ariana." Justin turns to the camera. "Hi." Justin says with a cheeky smile. 
                          
His "hi" sounded like a, "ha" making it sound cuter. But you can definitely tell he said hi. 
                          
"Oh snap! You heard it here folks." Mile says. 
                          
I blushed and curled up on the couch. I couldn't contain myself to keep blushing whenever Justin spoke about me. I watch people in the background walking around. I spot Selena Gomez in the background walking past Justin. Talk about awkward. I turned on my phone and set it down, I'll ignore the notifications.
                          
I felt my eyes go heavy and then I fell asleep.
                          
--
                          
I was in Justin's bedroom with him. His room was pretty clean, surprisingly. It smelled nice too.
                          
"Ariana, I know we just met but I really like you more than friends. I really do." Justin blushed. 
                          
I stood up and walked towards him, "you're joking."
                          
"I'm not." Justin says. "Now shut up and kiss me."
                          
I didn't get to lean in and kiss him, because he kissed me first. His lips were more soft than the softest thing in the world. I wrap my arms around his neck. He pushes me down on the bed and starts to kiss my neck. He started sucking on it lightly, making me moan. 
                          
--
                          
I sat up quickly on the couch. I look around. I was still in my living room. I looked at the TV and just about the right time Justin started to perform. 
                          
I had a dream where I made out with Justin. It felt so real, not like a dream.
                          
What does that mean then?