Blurred Perfection. 23: Writing Music & Missing Us.

Hey beautiful ladies! Here's the next chapter, and sorry about posting so late, had some stuff to do for my sisters wedding! But seeing that I know that you guys are anxious, i'll post a few more chapters tonight!

*YOUR P.O.V.*

          "Don't think about him, it's nothing that'll make you feel better. You need to stop worrying about it." Ariana said as she shut my laptop.

          I hugged her and I felt like she was my only support. Tears fell from my eyes and down to her shirt. 

          "Thanks so much Ari." I said. 

          We talked for hours trying to get our minds off of things. It got late soon and Ariana was leaving to go visit her parents. After she left, I cuddled up and bed and watched movies alone. I tweeted: @(yourusername): cuddled in bed watching movies. thanks @ArianaGrande love you!

I closed my laptop and finished watching a movie before going to bed.. 

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          The next morning, I got out of bed and called my manager, Scott. I told him about me and Justin. 

          "I'm so sorry (YN). I just want you to know that Scooter and I didn't want this to happen." he said with sympathy in his voice. Him and Scooter were good friends and that's how he became my manager. 

          "I know. I miss him, but I guess this is how it'll have to be. I gotta work on my music and he does too right?" 

          "Yeah, speaking of working, seeing your off early, would you like to come in and maybe write?" he said. I could tell that if I said no, he'd be perfectly fine with it. But I wanted to. 

          "That'd be great. It'll help get my mind off of things." 

          "Great! See you soon then?" 

          "Yup!" I said before hanging up the phone and getting ready. I didn't mind looking fancy or anything, so I just threw on this outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/comfy/set?id=73552591. I grabbed my purse and walked out of my house, locking my door. My house was more like a condo, but whatever. When I arrived at the studio, I met some people from my crew and we talked about everything like usual. Me and a few others sat down and started writing. That's how it usual went. We sat down and combined all of our ideas (all three of us) making a song. It sound really simple, and it kind of was. I worked really well with these people and that helped a lot.  

          When we finally ended for the day, we had written 1 song and a half of one. It was around 4:00pm and I headed home. We made plans to go through some choreography tomorrow. I loved going on stage and dancing with my dancers, and my next concert wasn't tomorrow, but the day after. We were leaving tomorrow morning and arriving in Detroit where my concert was and we were practicing. 

          The next morning, January 6th, I sat in a plane on my way to Michigan. I sat next to Trinity and luckily, we both were wide awake. We started talking and she brought up Justin. 

          "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but do you still love Justin?" she said as she looked at me. I kept my hands in my lap and stared down at them. I had no idea how to answer this question. 

          "Honestly, Justin was one of the most important things that has happened to me. I think that no matter what, I'll always love him." I answered truthfully. It was hard to let someone you loved so dearly go... 

  

*JUSTIN'S P.O.V.* 

  

          It was January 6th now and things were not getting better. I was in my plane heading to Denver. It may sound really creepy, but every night before going to bed, I checked (YN)'s twitter, instagram, and Facebook. I still loved her, but by the way she acted, the feeling wasn't mutual. The rumors got out that we broke up but neither of us confirmed it yet. I sat in the plane, an empty seat next to me, scrolling through tweets. Fredo sat down and looked at what I was doing. 

          "You miss her don't you?" he said, his voice fragile. 

          "A lot. This is really hard, and I'm on tour. Things just get worse and worse ya know?" I had a feeling he knew exactly what I was talking about. It became silent and I locked my phone, and set it down next to me. 

          "She misses you too man." he said. I sat up and gave him a surprised look. She missed me? Something inside of me felt happy, knowing that she even still thought about me. Fredo talked to her every now and then and I was just so surprised. We talked about their conversations, and I was really jealous of him. 

          When we arrived in Denver, I sat in my dressing room, practicing my dances. Tonight was going to be different, but I couldn't show any emotion. I stood backstage and stretched before going on. I stepped out on stage and put a smile on my face. The crowd roared and I began singing right away. I felt alive and free without a worry in the world out there. I smiled and it wasn't fake, because I knew that no matter what, my fans were there for me. I turned around and walked up the stairs to the girl that was waiting for me. 

          I sang, "There's gonna be one less lonely girl...", as she squirmed around and blushed. I smiled as I sang the very last notes. I saw a tear roll down her cheek and I grabbed her and held her in my arms. 

          "Don't cry! What's your name?" I said as she held me tight. 

          "My names (YN)! I love you so much Justin." 

          As she said that, I felt a rush of emotions come back. My heart stopped and I squeezed out a smile before holding my arm out and taking her backstage. That was one of the most hardest things I've done, knowing that that was her name. She had no resemblance to (YN), but it hurt me deeply inside... 

Check again in a little while and the next chapter should be up!(: Thanks for reading, leave some feedback!<3 Is anyone even reading? I mean I look at other stories and you say that those are the only stories you read and the only reason you come on here...

-Ana.