Ariana Grande Imagines

Broken

(Polycystic Ovary Syndrome: A hormonal disorder causing enlarged ovaries with small cysts on the outer edges. The cause of polycystic ovary syndrome isn't well understood, but may involve a combination of genetic and environmental factors. The other chapter about how Y/N was pregnant didn't happen, it was just a side chapter from the real imagines.)

Y/N POV:

I sat in disbelief as I read over the paper in my hand.

I had woken up a few days ago with a horrible pain and had to rush to the hospital. The doctor had a hunch on my description of pain and ran a few tests, telling me they would come in the mail in a days time. Being the anxious mess I was, I paced around the house and non-stop occupied myself with chores. The kitchen has never looked so spotless may I say. 

The mail had come in today and I quickly scanned through for the letter and as soon as I found it I ripped it open with anticipation and fear. As I read through my face fell more and more, that was until I reached the test results.

We are sorry to inform you, but you have tested positive for POS. (Polycystic Ovary Disease.)

I dropped the paper as tears welled up in my eyes. The world seemed to freeze, making everything silent and sorrowful.

I can't have kids

My entire dream

Ended

I pulled my legs to my chest and started shaking, tears cascading down my face. I heard the front door open and close quietly, indicating that Ariana arrived home. Footsteps padded on the stairs and made their way to our bedroom. The door creaked open and she walked in, looking calm and collected. 

"Hey baby, how are you?" She asked softly, coming to sit by my curled up form.

I didn't reply, just leaned against her shoulder and cried harder. She instantly pulled me into her arms and held me close, rubbing my back soothingly. She rocked our bodies and kissed my skin repeatedly while I sobbed into her shirt. After a few minutes of painful crying, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me lovingly, not caring about my salty lips.

"What happened?" She whispered, brushing the hair out of my face.

I turned and grabbed the paper, handing it to her. Ari took it from my hands and read i over quickly, her eyes widening when she saw the bold words in bright red. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, making me feel scared.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." She said, hugging my close and kissing my cheek. 

"Why me Ariana? Why does everything bad happen to me?! It's like the world wants me to suffer." I said, my voice hoarse from crying. 

"No don't talk like that honey, not everything bad happens to you."

"Yes, it does. First my mom, then my dad, then my brother, and now me. Plenty of times I could've died but no! The world kept me alive and is making me suffer! I'm broken!" I yelled, letting my anger out.

Ari grabbed my shoulders and forced me to face her, holding a stern expression. 

"You. Are. Not. Broken." She said, kissing me between words.

I let my face fall and snuggled up to her body, wishing that all the stupid stuff that happened to me never did. 

"I know this sucks, I really do. But we will get through this together, ok?"

I nodded, intertwining our fingers.

"Forever and Always." I said.

"Always and Forever."

WAHHHHH

THIS WAS SAD IM CRYING 

STUPID WEE EJJIT DISEASE