Ariana Grande, the pop queen of our generation, had just finished filming the highly anticipated "Wicked" and released her latest hit song, "The Boy Is Mine." In need of a brief break, she decided to spend a weekend with her best friend, Courtney Ch...
*This chapter is pretty heavy. But I feel like it's needed, and see more of Y/n's backstory from the military. Ps.. ptsd is truly a bitch.*
it's kind of a filler story but yall have requested this story to be longer and not a short story so this is me trying to make it longer for yall.
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Y/n's Penthouse Bedroom
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Ariana's POV
345am
I wake up feeling so hot and wet. I feel Y/n behind me, her arms still wrapped around me. She's twitching and whimpering in her sleep—my poor baby has been having night terrors again. Ever since that conference she and Maddox spoke at three days ago for US Veterans, it's opened some old wounds.
The other day at lunch, Courtney told me Maddox was going through the same thing. We both felt so bad for them—PTSD is real and it's horrible. Maddox is more open about talking to Courtney about what they went through over there, but Y/n is still a little nervous and closed off.
I mean, she talks to me about some of it, but not like Maddox. He did tell me how Y/n saved him, and he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her. He smiled proudly when he said Y/n went back for their friends who were ambushed and carried them over her shoulders to safety, even while she was shot in the leg and... her ass. I still smile at that. Out of every part of her body, my baby gets shot in the ass.
I snap out of my thoughts when she twitches again and squeezes my hips tighter. I've learned to just try to be still, gently rub her arm, and whisper soft words to her. But the sounds she's making right now are heartbreaking. Slowly, I remove the blanket off us, leaving us covered in her black silk sheets.
I turn around to face her, watching her sweet face twitch. I carefully raise my hand to her face. I've done my research on how to handle veterans like Y/n when they have night terrors. I don't want to do anything that might set her off and possibly hurt myself.
I gently touch her face, rubbing my thumb across her cheek. "Ssssh, baby, it's okay. You're here with me. You're safe," I whisper as I see her eyes fluttering and her jaw tightening. I keep whispering softly, my heart aching for her, knowing she's fighting battles even in her sleep.
As her breathing begins to steady, I wrap my arms around her a little tighter, hoping my presence can provide some comfort. I hate seeing her like this, so vulnerable and lost in her nightmares. I wish I could take all her pain away, make her feel secure and at peace.
"You're not alone, love," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm right here. I've got you." I kiss her forehead gently, feeling a tear escape my eye. It's so hard seeing someone you love so deeply go through this.
Her eyes slowly open, filled with confusion and fear. Her hand quickly reaches and grabs my wrist. "Ari..." Her voice is dry and cracked as she speaks.
