jealously (Harry Styles and Ariana Grande)

chapter 1

-ARIANA'S POV-


"baby i got love for thee

so deep inside of me i don't know where to start."


My stupid phone and stupid ringtone and stupid idiot who's calling me at 5 AM woke me up.


I'm not really a morning person.


I reached over and unplugged my phone, answering the call and putting the phone up to my ear.

"hello?" I groggily spoke into the iPhone, sitting up and getting out of my bed. I hate waking up, but once Im awake in the morning there's no getting me back to sleep until night time.


"Lads! It's a girl!" I heard a British accent whisper not-into the phone. rolling my eyes, I looked at the caller ID.

Zayn Malik.

Ugh.

A couple muffled laughs were heard in the backround.

"yes, I'm a girl." I said into the phone, slipping on slippers and walking downstairs.


"you idiot! you said that too loud! now she probably knows this isn't a real call!" an Irish accent whispered.


I rolled my eyes again and plopped onto the couch. idiots. I usually would just hang up, but for some reason I decided not too.


"shhhhh!" I heard a different voice hush the Irish one.


"mam, we are taking a survey. how old are you, when was the last time you slept with someone, and do you have a boyfriend?"

the same British accent who had first spoken said, obviously trying to hold back laughter. i heard muffled laughs in the backround and some more shhhh-ing.


I decided to have a bit of fun and mess with these guys.


"56, 5 minutes ago, and no. I'm looking for a new one. I'm sexy as heck and I love younger guys." I joked in a serious, raspy woman's voice. I'm amazing at impressions, if I may say so myself. "any of you fellas interested? by the way- if it makes a difference- I'm pregnant." i say, ending with a smokers cough.


I could make out some muffled, whispering voices.


"what the...?" one said.


"why the heck does Zayn have this woman's number?" another.


"mates should I hang up?" another spoke.


then came a voice from the backround, zayns voice.


"what the heck are you guys doing with my phone? it's fucking 5 AM! and who the hell are you calling?!" Zayn half-yelled. Zayn has never been much of a morning person either.


more muffled voices and then the line went dead.


I laughed and went into the bathroom- stepping into my shower.
beginning to sing I put shampoo into my hair.

"kiss me hard before you go


summertime sadness


I just wanted you to know


that baby you're the best.


I got my red dress on tonight


dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight."

I stopped singing and finished rinsing conditioner out of my hair and stepped out of the shower. blow drying my hair I began to think about the day ahead of me. first I would be going to Starbucks to meet Jenette, then to the airport to go to London, then going to see Zayn for the first time in two years. I was so excited. I finally would get to see my big brother again. the thing I wasn't so excited about was that I'd have to see his idiot bandmates who repeatedly prank call me from zayn's phone while he's asleep.


they don't know who I am because Zayn doesn't have me as a contact on his phone. he explained that to me the first time the boys prank called me. my heart sorta sunk when he told me that. it makes me feel like he's ashamed of me. I know that's not the case though.



Zayn Malik is my, Ariana Grande, 's half brother. we have the same mom. HAD the same mom. different dads.


when my mom was 16, she got pregnant with Zayn with some guy named Yaser Malik. he stayed with her throughout her pregnancy and everything- but soon after Zayn was born- Yaser died from a drug overdose. anyway- mom had Zayn when she was 17.


then when my mom was 18, she got married to my dad, Edward Butera, and got pregnant with me. she and my father raised Zayn and I, and me and Zayn were bestfriends. our family was perfect. until mom and dad got into a car accident.


-FLASHBACK-

"what?" I spoke frantically into the phone.

"you're father and mother have been in an accident. I am very sorry to inform you- but they are dead." a emotionless voice spoke into the phone.

"you have to be mistaken. my parents can't be dead!" I half-yelled into the phone, my voice cracking at the word "dead".

"I am not mistaken, sweetie. they're bodies were burned by the fire caused by the crash of they're car into the gasoline truck. they are dead. I am very sorry." the emotionless voice informed once again.

"no!" I sobbed. "please! you have to be wrong. they can't be dead! please! please!" I sobbed into the phone, glancing at my brother who was next to me. he had his face buried into his hands.


we were at a hotel with our phone on speaker.


the line went dead- indicating that the phone had been hung up.


"please!" I barely spoke, sobbing uncontrollably.


falling to the ground I continued to sob. I felt like I had been broken if half. like I was dead. I wished I was dead so I could be with them.


no. they can't be dead! they can't be. it's not possible! no way.


I looked up at my brother, a few tears coming down on his face.


"they- they c-cant be d-dead can t-they?" I managed to choke out in between sobs.


my brother looked down at the me.


"they're gone." he spoke softly, tears spilling out of his eyes. he came onto the floor by me and wrapped his arms around me.


I sobbed until I couldn't anymore and fell asleep to the sound of Zayn saying "shhhh, it'll be okay. shhh. shhhh. ari, it's okay. shhhh, it'll be okay. shhhh. ari, it's okay."

-END OF FLASHBACK-

the sound of my cell phone brought me back to reality.

I wiped a few tears off of my face that had appeared while I was thinking about the terrible memory.

"hello?" I spoke softly into the phone. I swore my voice cracked.

"ariana, I'm sorry. the lads thought it would be funny too prank call people from my recent calls list." zayn's voice came into the phone.

"it's alright." I responded.

"so you'll be here at 7 tonight? I was thinking we could just order pizza. I prepared an extra room for you at the flat. I told the boys that you're a long time friend- nothing more." Zayn spoke.

I sighed. "okay. sounds good. I gotta go. bye." I hung up and looked into the mirror. I applied make up and curled the ends of my long, dark brownish- redish hair. I wore it half up half down like always. putting on a fitted at the top flowly at the bottom floral dress that stopped about mid-thigh and some nude pumps I grabbed my bag and walked out the door towards Starbucks.


-end of chapter 1-

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