Third Person POV
No Technical POV
Ariana woke up to see Link holding her in his arms. She felt so safe, so good, so wonderful in his arms. She didn't want to wake him, so she quietly slipped away and into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, she felt so happy. Not to have any more worries. Her smile quickly faded away though.
It had already been six days since Link chose his label. Six days since Nathan left. Six days since Ariana saw that ring.
One more day before they had to say goodbye.
Ariana walked out of the bathroom, Link was up, standing by his dresser. He peered over at Ariana, Ariana trying not to frown. Link walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. He sighed as she dug her head into his chest. He gave her a little kiss on the head, letting go. She looked into his clear blue eyes, he pushed away some hair covering her face. He bent down and received a long, passionate kiss. They pulled away, them both finally smiling. Ariana walked away to go change, Link went into the bathroom.
Ariana walked down stairs, in her sweats and one of Link's T-shirts which looked like a dress on her. She made her way to the kitchen.
She jumped. "Oh my god, Link!" she fell back a bit, Link just giving her a confused look.
"What?" he asked, making breakfast. He walked over to the spice cabinet, pulling out salt and pepper. "How do you want your eggs?"
Ariana gave him a look, "You almost just killed me to death, and you're asking what kind of eggs I want?"
"I know I don't have to worry, cause the only thing that is going to kill you is Frankie and Glozell twerking on me." he replied, smirking.
Ariana smiled, "Scrambled." she sat down on the kitchen counter, watching Link make her breakfast. "You know, I should be doing this. I should be making you breakfast."
"Actually," he started, "you, should be in bed, so I can bring this up to you and we can watch a movie and stay in."
Ariana sighed, "Link, you don't have to do that, or anything. I love you already, no need to make more..."
He looked her in the eyes, "I know I don't have to, but I want to. And, the more the merrier, ever heard that saying?" she chuckled, pecking Link on the cheek. "But seriously, go back to bed! I want this day to be perfect."
"Perfect?"
He nodded, "Yep, starting with your breakfast upstairs. Now go! Yaw! Mush!" he slapped her in the butt, Ariana giving a disapproving look. "Hey, I'll do anything to get this pretty little face upstairs."
Ariana rolled her eyes, making her way up the stairs. She heard Link yell back that she was being a good girl. She entered her room, and plopped on the bed. She sighed. Ariana didn't want Link leaving, she could tell he was trying to get it off his mind too. But they never would. Neither one of them could process the thought of not being together anymore. They both were sure if they could make after he walked onto that plane. If they were going to survive, if they were still going to be happy. They never were sure, and they never knew. And until he left, they never would.
Ariana laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She heard the door creek, Link walking in with breakfast on a tray. He smiled, placing the tray on the bed. He took his cup of hot chocolate and she took her tea. They clinked mugs and took sips, Ariana laughing at Link as he burnt his tongue. He gestured that Ariana put her mug down. She placed it on her bedside table, and Link attacked her, tickling her everywhere. She begged for forgiveness, only for Link to keep on tickling her. He slipped his hand underneath the shirt, and placed his cold hand on Ariana. She yelled, and playfully slapped him on the shoulder. He smirked and gave her the plate with eggs and fruits and a whole serving of strawberries. She smiled, him knowing exactly what she wanted. Link's plate was piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast.
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My True Love (Please Stay Series)
Fanfiction"Tell me you love me." "I can't." "Tell me you don't love him." "I can't."