𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

eighteen

eighteen - bye bye ari and bye bye brotherly love

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   it was nearing a year since i've been back home in florida with y/n, and i would soon have to be back home. i knew the both of us would be crying and y/n would try to convince me to stay longer. it would be just like when she left me all those years ago.

i thought about y/n possibly coming with me, but she was still working through the adoption process with amari. she was stressed as fuck, and i knew me leaving would put it at tenfold. with the adoption, her trouble with self-discovery, and work, me leaving is just the one thing she needs to break down for real.

scooter had called me only a few minutes ago, telling me i only had two days left. he already had an interview and a photo shoot scheduled, and of course he couldn't push them back like i asked.

i understood, though. i took a break for nearly a year—and knew i had to go back to being a celebrity one day or another.

it was nice being with y/n, because i never had to worry about my duties as a pop star. it was just me and her. no scooter, no interviews, concerts, invading fans or paparazzi—just us.

y/n had just gotten off work about fifteen minutes ago, so she would be back home in less then five. i was going to tell her as soon as she got home, seeing as we only have two more days together.

i sat in the living room with a glass of water in my hand, taking deep breaths to prepare myself. i absolutely hated seeing y/n cry, and it was pretty much guaranteed that she would when i told her.

my breath hitched in my throat as i heard the door open. "ari, i'm home!" y/n's voice rang out. i mentally slapped myself in the face at her cheerful voice, knowing i was about to ruin her mood in a few minutes. "princess?" she called when i didn't answer.

"i'm in here, baby!" i yelled back, downing the rest of my water. i stood from the couch just as she walked in, a big smile on her face. i giggled, "what's got you in such a mood, hm?" i hummed as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her lips to mine.

y/n pulled away slowly, shrugging her shoulders. "uh, some person just called me sir today and it made me feel good." she looked away from me, most likely feeling embarrassed.

i stood on my toes as i laced my arms around her neck. "maybe i should call you sir in bed." i joked, giggling into her ear. y/n groaned, pushing me off of her as she sat on the couch. "absolutely not."

i pouted, straddling her thighs as i played with her hair. "why not? you liked it when i called you it that one time." i poked her cheek, reminding her of last christmas.

y/n smirked, a low hum escaping her as she ran her hands down my thighs. "no, i only reacted like that because my best friend and my girlfriend were both naked in front of me, so..." she trailed off, her finger poking my side like i did her.

my mouth dropped and i punched her shoulder, a giggle escaping her lips. "ow, babe—i'm kidding!" she laughed, holding her shoulder with a pout. "no you're not!" i replied, leaning in closer to her.

y/n smiled up at me, her head resting against the back of the couch. "no i'm not," she whispered, staring into my eyes. i smiled back, leaning down to kiss her. she groaned as my hand gripped her hair, her hands trailing under my shirt.