Ariana's POV
I woke up quite early the following day because I needed to get my stuff from that room. I just hope I will be as quick as possible because I am just not ready to face Samuel.
I have decided today I will tell mother the truth, that Samuel and I are not together, then I will handle it whatever will happen. Just like I always do. I don't know what I thought when I accepted Samuel's offer. Maybe I just wanted someone to be there for me.
However, when I walk towards our room, I meet my mother in the hallway as she is returning from her morning run.
She smiles widely as soon as she sees, which obviously takes me by surprise because this is not her usual reaction when she sees me, especially when I am still in my yesterday's clothes.
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Ariana’s POV “I will see you around.” Alfie smiles at me as Samuel wraps an arm around my shoulder, keeping up the act of a perfect boyfriend in front of him. Swallowing the pain, which I feel knowing that these are the same hands that must have been touching someone else last night, I try to look calm. It takes everything in me not to remove his hand from my shoulder. He smiles, looking at me and Samuel then he leaves. I subtly remove Samuel’s hand and walks inside the room as he follows me and closes the door behind me. Before he can ask me anything, I walk straight to the bathroom to gather my stuff from the bathroom because God knows how much I am trying to keep my tears at bay. When I walk outside the bathroom, my eyes dir
Ariana's POVSamuel's murderous glare falls on Jasper, and for some reason, I feel scared because I feel he knows everything.My fear turns out to be true when grabbing Jasper by the collar; he drags him outside the venue. I rush behind him, terrified out of my mind because I don't want Samuel to land in any trouble because of me.My hands flew to my mouth in shock when Samuel threw a punch on Jasper's face sending him down. He doesn't stop there as he holds Jasper by the front of his shirt as he hits him again and again."How dare you touch her!" There is a terrifying rage in his voice, "How dare you put your filthy hands on her?""I am going to fucking kill you." He growls while my heart beats wildly against my ribcage because his every word sou
Ariana’s POV“Since we both like each other, I don’t think it is wrong to kiss you.” His smile turns into a teasing one as he leans forward.Quickly, I place my hand between our faces which causes him to kiss my palm.“Ariana.” He groans, “You can’t say no to kissing... we are not taking that slow.” His response makes me laugh.However, before I can say something, I watch two cops coming towards us, which immediately brings back my anxiety.Of course, someone would have called the cops.“Samuel.” I point at cops while holding Samuel’s hand tightly in mine. My hands are getting clammy, and I am grateful he didn’t pull back his
Samuel's POVBiting my lower lip, I attempt to stop myself from smiling as I watch Ariana fussing over my hand as she cleans my knuckles."Kitty, do you realize that I am not of Justin's age? I am not going to feel hurt because of these scratches." I raise my eyebrows at her while a low chuckle leaves my mouth as she applies some antiseptic cream on bruised knuckles while blowing air over them.What I do find really amusing is that she is continuously trying to comfort me that it will not hurt like she is talking to some kid.I will not lie and say that I am not enjoying her attention, but it still feels strange."Pain has nothing to do with age." She lifts her eyes from my hand and locks her gaze with mine. Her mouth curved in a rueful smile, "Pa
Ariana's POV Something has shifted inside me, and this change feels good. The reason behind this change is Samuel. I am falling for him, and I am falling hard. When I think about it, all this seems so weird because how can I feel so strongly for someone in so little time? But then I feel like I have known him all my life. No matter how much my heart is telling me that I should allow myself to act on my feelings, but I won't. I do want to take things slow between us and want to see where things head because I can't risk losing myself over something which was not meant to be. I wish there were someone with whom I could talk about all my crazy feelings. Sighing loudly, I grab all my hair in my hand
Ariana's POVI look at him in slight shock, as I have never imagined him asking me something like this. In fact, no one has ever requested me to draw them. I will not lie and say that the idea of painting him doesn't excite me, but at the same time, I am feeling a little nervous for some unknown reason."I don't think I can do that." I shake my head while chewing inside of my cheeks nervously."Well, I think you can." he instantly replies confidently," However, I am not sure that you will be able to do justice to my handsomeness." After a moment, he adds smugly."You are just okay." I pointedly look at him up and down, "But a little less arrogance can make you look a little better." I give him a curt nod an
Ariana’s POV Buckling up myself, I look outside the airplane window while a happy sigh passes through my lips when the plane takes off as finally, only in a few more hours, I will be home. Honestly, there are many reasons why I can’t wait to return home. Out of which two main reasons are one, because I am missing Justin like crazy, and two, I can’t wait to see how my and Samuel’s relation works out once we get back to our routine lives. Amidst our everyday life, the real challenge for us will be able to manage our relationship, as this will be like a testing period for us that will decide the future of our relationship. We both come from completely different walks of life. If his profession is demanding, then even mine comes with its own challenges. There is a chance that even my personal
Ariana's POV Nearly fifteen days have passed since we returned home, and as expected, both of us got busy with our lives. Samuel is busy with his hospital shifts, whereas I have to work on paintings that are supposed to be a part of the upcoming exhibition, so either I am holed up in my room, or I am in the art gallery all day. However, even with our hectic schedules, no matter how at what time he gets home, he always tries to stop by our house. This is something that really warms my heart. "Justin, get ready fast," I shout from the kitchen while plating the breakfast, "Otherwise, you will be late for school." There is still an hour before his school bus arrives, but if I do not ask him to hurry up, then he will definitely get late for school.