Fearlessly {Ariana Grande}

10// Keep breathing

Ariana's P.O.V.
{2:28 PM}
•day 2 of dw tour•

    Today was a new day, but even better. My voice was the strongest it had ever been and Quinn was happy. I might not be the reason behind her shining smile, but she was no doubt the reason behind mine. She shuffled her hand through the thick coat of a dogs fur and spoke to it like it was her own child.

"Ariana you did great tonight!" She stands up when she notices me.

"Thank you."

She squeezes her arms around my body and lifts me off my feet. I feel like she's going to crush me, but as long as I'm in her arms I'm ok. During today's concert in Cincinnati, I wore her sweatshirt the whole time.

"The fans were all wondering where you are."

"Aw. Did you tell them probably standing behind them?" She guffawed.

"I don't have a picture with you."

We've spent almost a continuous month together and i have yet to get a picture with Quinn. I realize it's probably because I get to see her a lot and she's literally all i think about and look at, but there's no official picture.

"Here." I turn over my phone to Brian. "Take a picture. Actually take a bunch."

I stroll over to Quinn standing tall and wrap my arms around her neck and look at the camera. We do a bunch of silly poses and before I know it, I'm swept off my feet being carried in her arms. The camera flashes again and I'm excited to see the pictures Brian captured of us. But I can't. Her arm misses my arm but catches on the cloth of her sweatshirt.

"One more."

"Oh ok." I speak slowly. "What pose?"

"Just follow my lead. Start at the first one we had."

For the second time, I wrap my arms around her neck for the second time and look at Brian holding my phone up. Her hand tilts my head back towards her and I hear Brian start the camera feed. Then she kisses me. We're both smiling idiotically and uncontrollable but that for sure was the best picture we took.

I scroll through the pictures we took. Many are blurry and some are of Brian being a smartass and taking a selfie. But there are at least 100 good ones of Quinnlyn and I.

"I'll post that one." She points to a the photo on my phone. I send it to her and we both look good.

I set the one of us kissing as my background and decide to post the one of her carrying me on Instagram.

"Let the comments roll in." She verbalizes. She's not wrong. Everyone is wondering what's up with here. Where we met? How long we've been 'friends'? Even more comments of my fans shipping us.

   She's staring at my screen over my shoulder which normally, would be fine. I want her to know what's happening. But then Ricky texts me and I'm stunned because it's been weeks since we've texted. His name on my screen brings backs memories of when Quinn and I were at the bar and she saved me from him. I know exactly what he would've done but nothing pains me more than thinking about what would've happened if I hadn't made Quinn stay with me.

When I look over at her, she has a different type of expression. She's not mad or jealous she looks sympathetic. She must see the pain in my eyes when that nights memories flash back to me because before I can stop myself, I'm tightly clinging to her torso and crying silently. I pull away because I know I'm invading her space but she doesn't let go.

"I'm lucky you were there for me." I wept.

"Babe, have no idea what I would've done if I wasn't there on time."