Chapter 7
667 Words
Colten’s POV
It’s past 6 a.m. before Ariana comes back. Louis had football or something. She walks in quietly, and slightly jumps as she sees I’m awake.
"What are you doing up?"
"Waiting for you, what the hell did you think I was doing?" I snap. I hadn't been able to sleep knowing my mate was out there with some cheater.
"Whatever. I confronted Louis." She says, sitting on our bed.
"And?"
"He says he didn't cheat, and I believe him." She shrugs.
"You're so native I swear! He is cheating on you, get it through your thick, blonde skull!" I yell.
Her eyes fill with tears. She drops her stuff and runs to the bathroom.
Ah shit...
I close the door to my room and stand next to the bathroom door. If there was ever a moment to be greatful for my own private bathroom, it would be now. This way, neither of us wake the rest of the house.
"Ariana, babe, I didn't mean it okay?" I say.
"Go away Colten I hate you!" She yells. Another thanks to the thick walls.
"No, you don't." I roll my eyes.
The door swings open to an angry Ariana. She has a red, puffy face, her eyeliner is smeared, and her mascara is running.
Suddenly, she starts hitting my chest frantically.
But I let her. After a few seconds she wraps her arms around my waist and chokes out a sob.
"You're such a jerk I hate you!" She screams.
"And I love you." I whisper in her ear.
"Liar!" She screams at the top of her lungs.
Good grief she’s going to wake up every one!
"Ariana! Snap out of it okay, what's wrong?"
"I hate you." She says.
I scoop her up in my arms and lay her on my bed. She curls up on my lap and groans in frustration.
"I'm sorry." I whisper as she lays in my lap and sobs her eyes out. I kiss the top of her head. I just hope she’s okay.
But why was she acting like this?
I wake up with Ariana in my arms. Her makeup is smeared and her hair is a mess. Her shirt is also risen to see her chest a bit.
Hell no. I ease off my shirt and cover her.
There was no way in hell anyone was going to see my mate's anything. Besides essentials of course.
She groans.
"Ariana?" I whisper.
She jolts up.
"Where's your shirt?" She asks.
"Erm, I threw it over you. Your shirt was risen up." I say, looking at the floor.
"So, you threw yours over me? Thanks." She mumbles. I nod uneasily. Come on you expect me to be comfortable and calm when my mate is like laying on me? No.
"Um, I have to talk to Louis." she says, getting up.
It was 2 p.m.
"Um, what happened to you?"
"Nothing." She says, walking into the bathroom. I wish I read minds sometimes.
She came out 45 minutes later looking her usual self.
"Bye." She says quickly before running out of the door.
Ariana’s POV
I walk up to Louis's door and knock. This was going to be awkward.
"Ariana. What are you doing here?" Louis asks.
"I wanna talk. About this morning?" I wince.
He moves out of the way and leads me up to his room. I sit on a chair awkwardly.
"I'm really sorry Ariana I-"
"Save it." I interrupt him.
"I want to know why you did it."
"I was pressured it wasn't anything I intended, love." I shake my head and sigh.
"Forgive me? Please I'll never do it again."
"What makes you think I'll believe you?" I cross my arms.
"Because I love you."
My heart wrenches.
"Promise?" I ask cautiously.
"Swear."
"If you cheat again I'll-"
"Shh. I won't." He whispers, stepping forward and wrapping me in his arms.
"Drive me home?"
"Sure."
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