Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

I'm Scared

(This was inspired from myloveforaris 'Divorced' chapter on her imagines. TAKE THE CREDIT BITCH)

Y/N Age: 15

Y/N POV:

"Wait! Can't we work this out?" I yelled as my dad dragged his bags out of the house.

My parents have been fighting for a long, long time, but I didn't think it would end this badly. Never in my entire life would I think that my parents would get a divorce, yet here I am chasing after my dad as he runs off.

"Move Y/N." He said, grabbing his last bag and slamming the door behind him.

I stood in shock, watching him leave through the side window. Tears well up in my eyes and I start to shake uncontrollably. I heard shuffling beside me and turned to see my mom watching him as well. She glanced at me and frowned, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Honey I-" She started but I interrupted her.

"Get away from me." 

I shrugged her hand off and made my way to the stairs. I ran up to my room and locked my door, ignoring her yelling at me.

"Y/N open this door! Don't make me more mad than I already am because I won't hesitate to beat your ass!" She shouted, banging her fist on the door.

I fell onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow, blocking out her screams. Closing my eyes, I started to cry profusely and curled up into the fetal position. My eyelids felt heavy and my body felt drowsy, so I wrapped my arms around myself for warmth and drifted off to sleep.

Time Skip

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around my bedroom. It seemed to be early in the morning, as the sun cast a golden-red glow through my window shades. Sitting up and yawning, I slid out of bed and made my way into my bathroom. 

As I brushed my teeth I listened to the soft but noticeable noise coming from downstairs. It sounded like pots and pans were clanging, proving that my mother was awake and cooking breakfast. I heard her curse at herself, following by footsteps padding on the stairs. I rushed back into my room and ripped open my closet, pretending to be occupied with picking out cloths. To make it more believable, I pulled my shirt off, leaving me in a sports bra and running shorts.

My door slowly opened, revealing my mom. I heard her make her way over to me and jumped when a hand touched my shoulder. I whipped around, holding the shirt in front of my body.

"Woah, calm down. It's nothing I haven't seen before Y/N. I am your mother after all." She said, smiling softly at me.

I nodded and turned back to my closet, trying to see what I should wear.

"Y/N."

I sighed and turned back around, freezing when I saw my mother's stern expression.

"Sit down, please." She added, patting the spot next to her.

I slid over to the foot of my bed and sat next to her, holding my sides as I was trying to be smaller.

"I'm sorry bug, I really am. I didn't want you to see us fight, it's not fair to you at all. Me and Pete, we just aren't working."

She paused, resting her hand on mine.

"I know it's hard, and it's only gonna get harder. But we can do this together, right?"

I looked up to her, my sharp blue eyes meeting her warm brown ones. A tear rolled down my cheek and I nodded, smiling slightly. 

She sighed and gave me a tight but comforting hug, running her hands up and down my bare spine. 

"My beautiful baby." She whispered, caressing my hair.

I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, and wrapped my legs around her waist.

"Hey wait." My mother said, pulling away slightly.

"What?" I questioned, feeling confused.

"When did you get fucking abs. Like damn girl they defined." 

I laughed and shoved her shoulder playfully, in which she smirked and tackled me onto the bed. I squealed when her fingers tickled my stomach, making me loose my breath. She eventually stopped and hugged me passionately and with care.

Sometimes relationships don't work out, but that doesn't mean that we can't be happy.

Beautiful.