A/N: Pic on top for both mobile devices and computers, of Ariana and Justin in bed :)

Songs:

You da one: Rihanna

Body Party: Ciara

ariana's pov

I open my eyes, turning my back to stare at Justin face to face. I wouldn't mind waking up to his face everyday. His light snores are adorable. My mom told me I sound like a lawnmower when I sleep. She has it recorded but I refuse to listen to it. I just hoped Justin has never heard me snore.

"Ariana," he says his eyes widening.

I forgot I was staring at him like he was a movie. He'd be a sexy movie.

"Sorry."

"You must like what you see," he winks.

"Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me. Making my hormones crazy as fuck.

"It seems like you can't stay away from me yourself."

"Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he says mocking me from earlier.

"Ariana I need to tell you something."

"Yea."

"I.. Uh," he says not looking into my eyes anymore.

"It's okay," I say caressing his cheek. Causing him to close his eyes humming.

"I know you're a girl."

"How," I say widening my eyes.

"I kind of went through your suitcase," he says straching his neck.

"That's violating my privacy."

"I'm sorry."

"What gave it away."

"The hundreds pair of bras and panties."

I cringe I absolutely hate the word panties. Why are they even called panties they look nothing like pants.

"Oh," I laugh at myself in my head.

Of course he would go in it I should've hid it instead of it being on top. He probably would have found it anyway.

"Yea," he says playing with his messy morning hair.

"How long have you known?"

"Roughly three days."

"Why haven't you told?"

"Why would I get rid of the only girl?"

"How rude. I thought you were going to say something romantic."

He snickers. "Well I'm not a Romeo."

"That's obvious," I roll my eyes.

He puts his hand over his heart. Offended by what I just said.

"I can make it up for you," I say getting on top of him.

"Ari-," I put my finger on his lip. Silencing him. I kiss his lips slowly. Our lips began moving in sync. I start to feel his friend get excited. That's when I decide to stop, just to tease him. Getting off of him. I lay my back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"You're not playing fair"

"Who said life was going to be fair."

"You're right," he said pulling my closer. Leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. Finding my sweet spot, he begans sucking on it. Making me let out a few moans.

"Justin," I whimper.

"You like that?" he says turning me on even more.

"I'm not ready."

"Are you sure?"

"You could change my mind," I say biting my lip.

"My pleasure," he says smirking.

I hit him with my pillow. "You are such a pervert."

"It's not my fault, you keep leading me on," he says winking.

"Then stop being so darn attractive."

His eyes widen, and turn a shade darker.

"The things I do, if you weren't a virgin are better left unsaid. That is for now at least," he said winking at me.

"Good, because I don't want to know."

That was far from beyond the truth. But he didn't have to know that.

"Oh Ariana, I know when you're lying to me."

"I'm not," I said taking off my bald cap, and wig. Letting my curls fall free on my shoulders.

"Whatever. I see you are comfortable being a girl around me now."

"Nah, that cap and wig makes my scalp extremely itchy."

He rolled his eyes. Slipping on his sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"Basketball tryouts are today. You trying out?"

"I try avoiding sports that could possibly hit my face."

"Doesn't every sport have a ball involved?"

"Disk golf doesn't."

"Do you even play disk golf?"

"No."

As soon as I walk to the bathroom he tackles me. Tickling my stomach.

"Stop," I say trying to contain my laughter.

"Only If you try out with me."

"Fine."

A/N: If I wrote a harry styles fanfic would you guys read it? My 1D friends want me to. Plz inline or comment below. I'm actually excited to do it.