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twenty-three

December 31, 2014

The party has started, and I suddenly remember why I used to go to parties. There's a bunch of sweaty, drunk people grinding everywhere, including me. Except I'm not sweaty or drunk. I'm just having fun with Calum.

Our bodies sway to the beat of the music, one of his hands on my hip, the other holding a cup. Our hips continue to move together until the song changes. I turn around and face him, giggling. His hand goes down to my butt and he gives it a squeeze.

"Stop," I smile, kissing his cheek.

"I told you I can't keep my hands to myself," Calum sings along to Selena Gomez. "It's 11:57. Let's go upstairs!" he yells over the music.

I grab his hand, telling Bry and Arz where we're going so they don't flip. We push our way through smoking people, half naked people, and twerking people. Yikes.

Calum checks every door we go by, hearing and seeing a few unfortunate things. I laugh to myself, still holding his hand. He finds an empty room, dragging me in and locking the door. I plop down on the bed, him falling next to me. Releasing his hand, I turn on my side, facing him.

I stare at this beautiful boy I have the honor of dating. Sometimes, I just need to sit down and be thankful for the things I have. This is one of those times. We fight and stuff, but he's amazing. He's the best boyfriend I've ever had.

"I think I love you," he blurts. "Is it too soon? Maybe. Do I care? No."

He gives me an all teeth smile, me sending him back the same one. My heartbeat increases, my mind running.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

Are you sure? Really? Wow.

"Yeah," he trails off, smiling embarrassed. "I know I love you. I love you because you have a soul. I love every living person, except Abigail Breslin or Donald Trump or something," he laughs. "But you're different. I'm falling in love with you, and I just wanted you to know."

My heart beat speeds up.

"I also want you to know I'm going back to LA after this trip."

My heart races even faster.

"But in February, I'm going on another world tour."

And my heart stops.

"Don't worry about it now! That's a while away. We'll be okay. Focus on us," he kisses me.

Cheers erupt from downstairs, gunfire going off in the distance. I check my phone seeing 12:00 on my lock screen.

"Happy New Year. I love you," I tell him.

"I love you. Happy New Year."

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January 12, 2015

"CALUM, OH MY GOD!" I shout, jumping up on my couch.

"What?" he smiles up at me.

I jump off my couch, running around my downstairs. I was already on cloud nine. I went to Australia, I'm dating Cal, we shared the big word, but now. Oh my God, now, my life is complete.

I sit down on the island in my kitchen, crying my eyes out with my phone in my hand. I sob hysterically, feeling Cal's presence in front of me.

"What's happening? Is this a panic thing? Are you okay?" he freaks out.

I hand him my phone, crossing my legs on the counter, continuing to cry.

"Scooter Braun offers to meet with star in the making, Ariana Halsey," he reads out loud.

I nod my head, screaming Scooter Braun.

"Ariana, oh my God. Thee Scooter wants to meet you. Holy shit. You're going to be famous," he cheers.

I wrap my arms around his neck, him lifting me, cheering and spinning. I put my legs around his waist for support.

February 18, 2015

"We'll make this work, yeah?" I tear up.

I'm trying my best to stay strong for him. For me, as well.

"We'll make it work," he assures.

He grabs my face, cupping my cheeks. I lose it there, tears streaming. Damn, I cry so fucking much. I'm so emo.

He kisses my lips hardly, like I'll never see him again. Thankfully and hopefully, that's not the case. He'll come back and resume our happy relationship. It will work.

March 27, 2015

It's not working. Nothing's working. Everything is falling apart. Calum came back to Los Angeles to surprise me, being greeted with nothing but an empty home. I'm in Atlanta, recording tracks with Scooter. He signed me and now we're trying to get my name out there.

Calum has been on my mind for over a month. We've shared five phone calls total. A few facetimes. We still text often, but all responses are hours apart. We're always in different time zones.

April 16, 2015

It's official. He doesn't love me anymore. Why would he? I don't even have the time to love him ever since this record deal. My single "The Way" is number one everywhere. I'm on a million talk shows, doing hundreds of interviews. I don't know how Calum had the time to deal with me.

Headlines everywhere are talking about Calum's new girlfriend, him and I ending "mutually and civilly." In reality, we haven't talked in weeks. We haven't even broken up. My heart aches every time I think about him.

May 28, 2015

"I love you but I can't do this," are the last words of my phone call with Calum.

Guess who said it. Him. The one who loved me, who was there for me. He said he wouldn't leave but I should have known. I'm nothing special. I don't even have time to mourn. I have a show in five minutes. Amazing.

May 30, 2015

I unfollow him.

On everything.

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