20 Chapter Twenty.

Ariana's POV -

It's been days.

I've isolated myself at home, in bed, doing absolutely nothing but eat tubs of ice cream and order in pizza. Justin has tried every single day to call me, once every hour. Some days, I turn my phone off, sick of seeing his contact flash up onto the screen.

I've cried so much, I feel dehydrated and poorly. The doorbell rings and I pull myself out of bed, wrapping my dressing gown around me tightly as I walk down the stairs. I pull open the front door and mumble a thanks to the pizza delivery guy before taking the box from him. The scent of carbs surround me and I instantly feel better.

"Honey, there's dinner on the side for you." Mum says, frowning at the pizza box in my hand. I hold it up, shrugging.

"Sorry Mum, pizza wins."

"You've had pizza for the past five days Ariana..."