Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Baby Sister

(Ariana and Y/N are sisters in this. Ariana is 27 going on 28 and Y/N is 17. Enjoy!)

Y/N POV:

"No! Not there! That's all wrong it's all wrong!!"

I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to block out Ariana's loud voice. She had been yelling all morning at her dancers for the minimalistic of mistakes and it's starting to tic me off. I've been sitting behind the drum set for two and half hours, trying to do my work, but I can't get anything done with my sister blowing her top off. She was acting like a 'Wee Ejjit' as my online friend Mirren would say.

I slammed my book down and stood up, brushing myself off. I felt many pairs of eyes on me, as the book slam was quite loud. Straightening my denim jacket, I grabbed my stuff and speed-walked off of the stage and out of the building. I fiddled with my keys before opening my car door, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat and buckling myself in. As I started the car, the side door opened and Courtney slid in next to me, placing my bag in the back seat.

"Hey." I said bluntly.

"Hey, you heading home?" She asked, looking at my pissed off face.

"Yeah, are you coming to talk to me or just hang." I said, turning to grab my water.

"Nah just to hang, I know you are legal to drive and all but I'm still your aunt and we need some one on one time girl." She replied, playfully punching my shoulder.

I grinned, handing her the aux. Courtney had always been a huge support for me when Ariana was either on tour or just wasn't herself; she will always be my second sister. We played some 80s music all the way home, jamming out and singing our lungs dry. We soon arrived at the house and had fun for hours on end, watching movies and eating popcorn till we were stuffed. It was around 7:30 at night when Courtney left, Ariana walking in about fifteen minutes after. 

She looked drained and tired, like she had been working and fighting her emotions at the same time. I watched as she set her bag down and ran her hands over her face, muttering something incoherent. She glanced around and locked eye contact with me, freezing when she saw me sitting on the couch watching her.

"Oh, I thought you went to bed." She said, fiddling with her fingers.

I shook my head and stared at the ground, not knowing what to say. After a few minutes she sighed and came over to me, sitting across from me on our leather couch.

"I'm sorry Y/N." 

I raised and eyebrow; did she really think sorry was going to cut it?

"I'm sorry for yelling, for being a pain in the ass, for ticking you off so much, and for neglecting the fact that you are my sister and I shouldn't act like that. I was so immature." Ari said, reaching for my hand.

I didn't pull away, letting her soft fingers lace with mine. 

"You aren't my coworker, you aren't my dancer. You are my baby sister, my beautiful baby sister. Treating you the way I did was stupid and I'm an asshole for doing it. Please forgive me bubbas?" 

I smiled and jumped into her arms, burying my face in her sweater. 

"I forgive you." I mumbled into her skin.

"Thank you, I really am sorry." Ari said, caressing my chocolate brown hair.

"Stop apologizing fuck head." I yawned, snuggling deeper into her.

She giggled at my tired state and laid back, resting my head on her chest. The pitter patter of the rain and the steady beat of her heart coaxed me to sleep. I yawned again and closed my eyes, wishing this moment would last forever.

Yay