'Oh That's her Sister' //Ariana Grande//

//Confrontational Intentions//

Dear Diary,

Three days have never passed by more slowly.
The antagonising task of travelling to and from locations for hours each day is proving to be more difficult than I imagined it would be.

The same procedure is taken for every location visited; I wake up at hours of the morning that should be illegal, travel to a location in a ridiculous amount of time, and watch my sister get asked the same shitty questions as the previous 30 interviewers.

It seems as if a week has gone by since I became infuriated with none other than Harry Styles. In hindsight I see that I may have slightly overreacted to his abrupt departure, but I'm trying to learn how to take things on the chin I guess. It's most definitely not an easy quality to uphold. But I'm working on it.

I have decided that I will be attending this 'social expedition' if you will. However, I have every intention to confront Harry about his downright rude actions. I want to understand what was actually running through his head at that moment.

Probably Harry's Mind at that moment.

Oh my days Harry do you know what would be a spectacular idea? If you bought a dress for Alyssa and replace it with the raincoat you are supposed to return to her, and once you have given her the 'raincoat' get up and leave her alone in a coffee shop and attach a cocky note to her windshield wipers! Then guess what... She will one hundred percent want to meet up with you again in three days time because you are so mysterious and cool bro!

I mean I'm sure he has some sort of an explanation or excuse maybe, who knows. But I swear if that boy does not bring my goddamn raincoat I will drop kick him to the fucking ground. (A/N laughing bc she be short af)

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My short lived burst of confidence and confrontational intentions are becoming less and less, as time gets closer to meeting Harry. He makes me extremely nervous and I have no idea why. Generally I am a headstrong, I am not easily intimidated and I rarely feel inferior in comparison to others, but especially not a guy. It's annoying to say the least, because I know I shouldn't allow Harry to have that control over me, but there is something about that boys ego that makes me apprehensive.

Im glad I have you to write in. I mean it probably sounds stupid but you restore my peace of mind once I have vented my feelings. I will resume my writings once the night has drawn to an end. Bye for now, Lys x
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I retrieve the box containing the dress Harry has instructed me to wear this evening. This whole 'meeting' is up in the air. I have no clue where he wants me to meet him as I was only vaguely instructed to wear this dress in three days time. This could all go terribly wrong, I mean he could stand me up because it's not as if it not in his nature to be arrogant. I also have no clue where we will be going but judging by the dress I take it will be formal?

Maybe not so coincidently, the next stop on the promotion tour is this evening-a dinner at which different fame consumed assholes will be attending to discuss famous people things. The dinner will most likely be graced by the presence of Harry Styles.
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I began to get ready for this evenings events. I quickly hopped into the shower, taking extra time to ensure I missed no patches of hair on my legs. I have made this mistake a few times before, having left a few stupid hairs at that awkward part of your ankle. The whole night I felt as if I was a laughing stock, when in reality no one probably even noticed. I dried my self off from the shower, threw my hair up in a towel turban, and slipped into a robe. Ari's glam team offered to do my hair and makeup so obviously I accepted the offer. I mean professionals working on my makeup and hair, I think yes.

I went for the classic 'Grande' makeup look; dramatic winged liner, contour for maximum facial structure, topped off with cappuccino coloured lipliner and lipstick. My hair was styled in large, loose curls which if I do say so myself looked rather sexy.