Ariana Grande Imagines

Pouring

(I'm back)

Narrator POV:

Rain sucked.

Really, It soaked into Ariana's clothes, making the thick material cling to her skin, which did nothing to stop the chill from leaking into her bones.

 Her hair, ever the mess, was plastered against her forehead, getting in her brown eyes, letting rainwater drip down her face, and all together making life a lot more difficult than it needed to be. She pushed her bangs out of the way for the umpteenth time and sighed.

At least filming was over with, finally.

It was a boring day, with camera work being ever so existent. Ariana knew she should be grateful for the slow day; filming meant the video would be out faster, but being out in weather like this was absolutely dreadful.

She thought briefly about stopping back at the studio to change, she really did. The thought of warm, dry clothes was so utterly enticing, but then Ariana realized she'd have to trudge back through the torrential downpour, just to get home, thus retroactively negating getting dry in the first place. 

So here she was, still decked out in her filming outfit, soaked through to the bone and shivering, dragging her feet back to her apartment.

Ariana sighed, just another block to go.

There weren't many people out. Only a handful dared to brave the storm, huddled under their umbrellas and walking at a brisk pace, barely sparing Ariana a passing glance. 

Which was probably a good thing. She wasn't sure if anyone really wanted to see the current number one pop artist looking akin to a drowned rat.

She dashed across the street, boots sloshing through yet another puddle.

Crap.

Ariana shivered, wincing as she felt more chilled rainwater slosh into already waterlogged her shoes. There was no escaping the many puddles that littered the streets and alleyways, and Ariana had honestly given up hours ago. 

That didn't mean she liked getting water in her boots, however. It was cold, and wet, and she was starting to lose sensation in her toes.

Ari just bent her head and powered onward, thoughts of a warm shower, dry clothes, and a much needed nap filling her mind. Just a little farther, and she could get out of this costume.

And get warm.

And get out of this awful rain.

When her building finally appears around the corner Ariana felt like she could cry with relief. She didn't, of course; crying would take too much energy. Energy she did not have, thanks to the dreary and dreadful day. She fumbled for her wallet, hidden in one of the many pouches on her coat, and pulled out her keycard.

Or, tried to.

Her cumbersome gloves paired with her numb fingers made things rather difficult. Which left Ariana standing outside her apartment building, fighting with her wallet for a good five minutes before she finally managed to free her keycard and swipe herself inside.

Stupid security measures, but Ari understood why; safety was vital, especially given how many celebrities lived in this complex. But dammit, she just wanted a warm shower. Was that really too much to ask?

Apparently it was- Ariana got stopped by the doorman, who insisted upon asking her about her day, which while quite polite, left Ari shivering miserably and dripping all over the white tile floors.

Then, she missed the elevator and had to wait for it to travel six floors up- and yes, she counted- before coming back down. And of course, just as she was getting on, another five people dashed up, hollering for her to hold the elevator.