Arabella's POV

It's been two weeks since Johnnie and I perfected the variation. Right now I was lying on the floor in the main studio, while Johnnie sat next to me as we waited after rehearsal for our photos for advertising for the Ballet of Swan Lake.

Today we had a hair and makeup rehearsal, in order to make photos easier by just needing to change.

"Please don't forget to advertise the production yourselves." Mark says, looking at me especially, making me nod.

Although I really do hate all this attention, I guess it comes in handy at times like this.

Once the photographer arrived, and started setting up, I closed my eyes knowing that this was going to take a while.

"Smile." Johnnie said, making me open my eyes and look up at him, seeing him holding his phone camera above my head, making me laugh.

"Perfect." He says looking at the photo and walking away before I roll my eyes and closing them once again, focusing on my breathing, trying to get my head off of the things that we're making me stressed.

I haven't spoken to Harry since two weeks ago, when he met Johnnie. I sent him a message saying I didn't want to disturb him when it was late.

We got into a fight about Johnnie and he got upset that I think I would ever disturb him. I told him that it was late, even though I knew I wasn't totally right after he told me it was 12 am and he had been waiting up for me to call him back.

He told me how he doesn't trust Johnnie, even though he's my friend, which wasn't fair on me. I should be allowed to have boys that are friends.

He said that he trusts me, and that I'm happy for, because I haven't given him any reason to believe otherwise, but I hate fighting with him.

It's so confusing I guess. The fight was much worse than it sounds then the way that I just summarized it, which worries me.

The fact that we are so far away, anything to me can seem as a way to break us apart and that's the last thing I want at the moment.

I have spent a lot of time the last two weeks with Sydney and we've become much closer. Johnnie and I have also spent time together as well.

"How's the lover ?" I hear Sydney say, making me open my eyes to see her sitting down next to me. I sigh and pout before re closing my eyes. "Still not speaking to each other?" She says, as I feel her lie down on the floor next to me as I turn to her and nod.

"Don't worry Bella, everything will turn out just the way it's supposed to be."

We talk for a while before the photographer was finally ready to take the photos.

After about 3 hours of changing outfits, different poses, Mark being difficult and the photographer getting frustrated, we were finally finished.

"So the photo of Johnathan and Arabella will be the cover photo of the program." He says pointing to a photo on the computer screen, while the advertising manager scribbles notes down.

"Then Sydney, with this picture." He says pointing again. "Needs to have her own advert with Kyle." I make my way behind the computer screen to see what's going on and see the photos.

"This is the photo that I want on the London billboard. " Mark exclaims which makes my eyes widen as I look at the photo on the computer.

The advertising manager nods furiously and continues to scribble more information down while trying to keep up with Mark's constant demand of photos for advertising.

"Okay everyone, you may all leave now, except Kyle and Johnathan."

I walk into the locker room to change out of my tutu and into more comfortable clothes. Once I've changed and have hung up all my costumes, I grab my bag and walk out into the main studio to meet Sydney.

"Okay come on girl let's go." She says, as I nod following her to the door.

"Bella wait." I hear Johnnie call me, causing me to turn around while Sydney walks out the door.

"Yeah what's up." I say looking at him.

"Do you wanna do something later?" He asks smiling. I stay silent for a while, not really knowing what to say.

I really don't exactly want to be alone and sit and think about everything with Harry but I also don't really want to be with someone right now either.

"Oh are you still not talking to Harry?" He says, as his face flushed with guilt. I just nod in response and shrug.

"I think I just wanna be alone tonight." I say biting my lip.

"Okay yeah, another time?" He says nodding slowly with a smile.

"Yeah sure." I say, before saying goodbye and walking out the door.

"Are you okay?" Sydney asks me as I catch up to her.

"Yeah I guess. I just wanna be alone tonight though."

"You think it's a good idea to be left alone with your thoughts?" She says giggling causing me to laugh as well.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea, honestly speaking, but I think I'll try call Harry when I get home." I say shrugging as she nods in understanding.

"Okay well if you need me, or you decide that you don't want to be alone, I'm literally next door." She says with a wink making me laugh.

"Thanks Syd. Love you." I say hugging her.

"Love you too." She says before walking to her own door.

I grab my bag, looking for my key which takes me about five minutes every day.

Someone please remind me to make a designated spot for my key so it doesn't take me ten years to get into my own apartment.

I shake my head at my reminder, making myself giggle a bit. I finally find the key and pull it out of the bag, and unlocking the front door. I lock the door behind me, and turn around before walking into the living room area.

To say that my eyes widened and my jaw dropped would be a complete understatement.

I look in front of me to see the entire room covered with red roses.

I look up to see the brown curls hiding behind a camera, which was placed to his eye while He stood just in front of the couch, in his black jeans, and his plaid shirt with his white  vest under.

I covered my face as the tears rushed down my face.

Next thing I know, I drop my bag and run to him, passing the flowers like an obstacle course along the way.

He puts the camera down and catches me just in time as I jump into his arms sobbing, causing him to chuckle, and stumble back a bit. We stay like that in the silence for a while him hugging me as I latch onto him, afraid to let go.

"Hi princess." He says breaking the silence.

"You're here, you're really here." I say sobbing once his voice breaks into the air.

"That I am." He says. I pull away from him so that I can see his face while he sits down onto the couch so that I am now straddling him.

"My makeup is probably such a mess now and I probably look so ugly." I say wiping under my eyes.

"You can never look ugly." He says genuinely. I place my hand on both of his cheeks, before leaning towards him as our lips meet.