Fearlessly {Ariana Grande}

13// reunited departure

Quinnlyns POV

I followed Ariana as she pulled my hand closer to the bathroom. She walked with a slow, unsteady pace which made it clear she had no energy left. As she turned around and faced me, I admired her body. Sure, I've seen it in the nudes and felt her before but I've never seen someone so beautiful. When she caught on, she turned around red in the cheeks.

"You're beautiful." I said under my breath.

I crept my arms around her sides and felt her smile. She turned the water on and waited for the bathtub to fill.

"Are you ok?" She asked once again. "I thought I lost you." Her eyes swelling with tears, but she doesn't look at me.

"Im ok. I promise."

She lets out a quick breath before proceeding to the tub.

{8:10 PM}

As we're sitting on the couch, Ariana receives a text letting us know her mom will be to the hotel soon.

"Are you sure you still wanna go on with tour?" I ask.

"I do. I have to." She sinks into the couch.

"You don't-"

"I have to. They rely on me."

I give up on the argument but she jumps back in.

"Are you sure you wanna?"

"I've got no where better to be." I take her hand in mine.

She's silent for awhile and just strokes my thumb with hers as she rests her head on my shoulder. She lifts it up and looks at me.

"I have a question."

"Shoot it girl."

"What are we?"

"I'm not sure. Tired?"

"No. not that." She laughs.

"I mean. Are we putting a label on us?"

"How so?" I ask.

"Well the fans want quinana to be official and I was thinking may-"

"Arianaaa." I groan.

"I'm sorry I was just-"

"Don't be sorry. Maybe soon. But we have to settle hospital bills and wait for tour to wrap up."

"But tour ends in almost a year."

"Well." I shrug.

"Maybe we can have some fun until then." She says in a seductive voice trailing her finger on my thigh.

My heart beats faster and my attention is diverted from the TV. She falls back onto the couch and pulls me on top of her bitting at her bottom lip. She puts her hand on my face, Slowly taking my lips in hers. I tangle my hands in her still wet hair and she grips at my sides tightly. We synchronize our make out session with our heartbeats and I reach for the waistband of her pants. She doesn't react and I can feel my stomach flooding with butterflies. I keep kissing her, carefully involving tongue. I'm dazed when her mom walks in the door. Before I can get off, Ariana pushes me off with such tremendous force that I go flying. I hit the ground hard and look up at her trying to flatten her clothes. When Joan walks in my eyes bulge in shock and I start doing crunches.

"Forty-five.... ugh forty-six... forty-seven.. oh hey!" I stand up acting surprised. I'll take this to my room."

I don't want to give anyone an explanation and I especially don't want them to see me cry. So I quickly sprint to the bedroom. I slam the door behind me. The rooms blank because it's not our own. All except this one printed picture of Ariana and I hugging. I stare at it while my heart thumps. I'm expecting just to curl up and wait for the rest of the afternoon to pass, but my phone rings.