Into you (an Ariana Grande love story)

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The next few weeks were awkward. Me being the socially awkward person I am didn't help and him just staring at me with a cold, harsh stare whenever we alone certainly made it worse. I don't like the current setup. He takes me places, intimidates me the entire time we're there and then he takes me home to fight with David again. It's continuous chaos at my house every night. It was getting better but then out of nowhere he got so aggressive again. I don't understand him. He will be a vision of sunshine then he'll snap and his eyes go dull and dark and his face turns to stone and his words become venom. My only survival tactic is to stare harder and dig deeper with my words. I fight his acid with fire.
"Ariana let's go now." Sean's voice breaks me out of my daze.
"Right sorry." I open the door and exit the car with the help of one of my other security guards. Sean was right behind me. As I walked I felt the warmth of his glove on his back leading my in the right direction. He always kept his distance and only ever touched me with his gloves. He's so confusing. The door opens and I walk into the building ready for the radio interview. I take my seat in the studio in front of the mic and greet the interviewer. I see Sean standing right outside the door guarding it like a literal Buckingham palace red coat.
"So Ariana what's life been like since the tour ended?"
"It's been crazy but absolutely incredible. The fans have been so passionate and I'm so grateful."
"So we see you now have a security detail."
"Yes I do because of my lovely fans being so passionate recently I was assigned a bodyguard."
"Well that's great. What's it like to have big bodyguard with you twenty four seven?"
"It's great safety wise. It gives me a lot more security and makes me feel safe like I can't be touched without them going through this huge marine first."
"Do you guys have like meaningful talks?" I laugh.
"No we don't. I'm still trying to get him to talk. He's so serious all he time like on edge every second it's crazy. I'm banking on sometime soon getting a laugh or even the tiniest smile. He's like a stone wall always ready to take someone down if they step to me. I kind of feel like a princess like I must be protected at all costs it's a great self esteem booster." I joke. I could tell Sean heard because his head turned to the side slightly like he was listening.
"Does he like even have emotions?"
"No he's nice he's a sweetheart but he's so serious. He cares but he pretends like it's only his job but I like to think if something happened to me he'd be the tiniest bit upset."
"Well Ms. Grande how is Mr. Slayder? How are you guys?" My smile falters. I was enjoying talking about Sean having my focus on Sean but it was all washed away with the mention of my boyfriend. The memory of our fight last night plays in my mind like a throbbing headache but I recover as I was taught to do. Smile to hide the truth, pretend to keep the image.
"He's good. We're good. Just living life, loving each other. Enjoying the blessing god gave us in each other." The interviewer nods accepting the answer then begins asking me rapid fire fan questions but my heart was only half in them. My attention was in the the peripheral image I had of Sean's silhouette standing outside the door with his arms crossed.
When the interview ended Sean took me home again in his car, again in complete silence. We pulled up and sat there. No one made a move.
"I want to talk." I say turning towards the side of his head my eyes landing on his actually handsome side profile but that's not important.
"No." He replies in his deep low voice no emotion behind his tone.
"Yes. We need to because I don't want to be silent around each other all of the time since we are always around each other."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Come on we can make something."
"No. Now go inside." I groan at his attitude then proceed out of the car watching him sit in his car eyes ahead ready to drive off the minute I close my front door. I opened the door and closed it before hearing his engine roar off. I walk further into the house and see David sitting in the living room looking into the fireplace.
"David? Babe you alright?" He doesn't answer. I walk closer and sit beside him.
"Are you ok baby?" I ask him thoroughly concerned right now. His hand was shaking.
"I'm fine Ariana."
"Are you sure?" He nods in reply this time.
"Ok well I'm going to go take a shower and get in bed."
"Fine whatever." He waves me off dismissively. I take my cue and walk up the stairs to our room.
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