Prince's pov
In two weeks I had a show in Philadelphia, and I thought Ariana would've liked to come with me, because I didn't want her to be alone anymore. "Baby? remember that show I talked to you about?" I caressed her hand, gently playing with her fingers. I was really hoping that she would say yes. "mhm.." she said tiredly, telling me to continue. "Well.. I want you to come with me.." she lifted her head from my lap, and looked at me, "Why?", "You can't be alone like this.." I stated, resting my hand upon her thigh.
"Do I have to?" I didn't know why, but I felt like I needed to force her, even though it was far from being right. "Yes" I said plainly, I hated to do that. Her shoulders belittled in desperation as she let out a slight sigh through her nose, "Don't tell me what to do, you know I won't listen.." she said nonchalantly, causing me to wide my eyes a little. "What I say it goes," she gasped in disbelief, before she stood on her feet, "Are you listening to yourself?" she snapped at me. "Don't talk to me on that tone-" "Forget it!" she cut me off as she walked away, leaving me standing there.
Ariana's pov
After trying to get the frustration away inside of me, I heard a knock on my door. "Ariana?.." Prince's voice reasoned on the other side before he invited himself in, and sat next to me. He sighed loudly before he spoke again, "I'm sorry.. I know I shouldn't have-" "I'll go with you," I cut him off from his guilt, "but please, stop telling me what to do.. I'm so tired of this" I buried my face in my knees again. "You're my wife.. I do this because I love you.." he stupidly said, as he put his hand on mine, trying to recomfort me. "No, Prince.. that's being possessive" I took my pillow and tightened it out of stress.
"I'm not-.." he stopped talking before he thought about what he did, "maybe I am after all..." Prince admitted, "but I don't mean to hurt you, you know that? I would never.." he placed his hand upon my cheek as I still looked down at nothing specifically. "Please talk to me.. you know how a lack of communication can cause other things too, and I don't want that to happen.." I felt so lonely ever since my brother's been gone, I felt like I didn't have anyone to talk to, like I didn't have a family anymore.
"I know.." my voice cracked a little, Prince took me in his arms before I could shed a tear. I loved being in his arms, it was so comforting that I would've stayed like that all night. "I'm sorry" he whispered in my ear, "let's start over.." he pulled away but his hands were still on the small of my back, "will you please go with me?" he said, like a teen just asked someone on a date. "Sure" I smiled slightly. He came towards me, and placed his legs around me, and gave me a sweet kiss, "I love you" he brushed his thumb against my bottom lip, "I love you too".
Two Weeks Later
Prince's pov
I had just finished my show, it was a success as usual. I went up backstage to change my clothes and tried to find Ariana. She was waiting for me near the emergency exit. "Hey baby" I pecked her lips, I tried to take her hand, but she dodged it away subtlety, I could sense something was wrong. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yeah, can we head back to the hotel?" she said coldly, "Uh, sure.." it was completely silent in the limo during our way, I didn't know why she suddenly acted like this. When we arrived at our destination, she tried walking past me, but I stopped her by grabbing her elbow, "Are you gonna tell me what's up with you now?" I snapped, still remaining my calm.
"There's nothing going on" she said, even though I could see the truth in her eyes. "Don't you dare lie to me, Ariana.. I know there's something when you're cold like this" I stated, my jaw clenching. She looked at me with tears building up in her eyes, "You were good" she walked away, and got into the bathroom to change in her comfy clothes. "Don't switch topics.." I said from the other side of the door, until she finally opened, finding her in a crop top and some lace pants. I blocked her way so she couldn't move anywhere, "Tell me", "I told you it's nothing" she calmed her tone. I scoffed a little, "Don't say it's nothing.. there's obviously something that's bothering you"
Ariana's pov
Why does he always have to get dancers around him? I didn't want to control anything he did on stage, but his dancers were always rubbing up against him and I couldn't support that anymore. I was so done. I didn't want to fight with him, especially when it was 1am, and I thought that he wouldn't understand anyways. "We can talk about this tomorrow" I tried to deny talking about it, but it didn't seem to work. "No, you tell me now.. is it me?" I didn't respond, and I guessed he took that as a yes. "You have to talk about it baby... what did I do?" Prince uttered,
Am I overreacting?
