Into you (an Ariana Grande love story)

Cleanly

The days passed on and time moved forward but not much progress was made on the front of Sean and I. He picks me up whenever David gets too angry and he's always there for me in that sense but emotionally we're still strangers drifting in the wild. We circle each together yet no one makes an effort to come together. I'm so nervous that I'll upset him and he's hate me more than he already does if he hates me? I'm pretty sure he does though.
My manager has me doing some quick promo tours over different parts of the country. That means Sean is now traveling with me and if it wasn't awkward before it definitely is now every day in that car. We finally reached the northeast which meant Mew York City in winter. What gorgeous yet positively horrid experience could I hope for. Yes it is beautiful in parks and the cold forces blankets and warm drinks all covered in winter gear; jackets, scarves, hats, gloves most of which match one another in color.
The hotel I was staying at was warm with a large bathroom for my styling team to force themselves into in order to prepare me. Sean stood behind them all staying away from the chaos his arms folded and posture straighter than a ruler while he stared into my eyes through the mirror. I blush slightly turning my head down to my phone. I couldn't face him again it gets weird that way.
His eyes never tire their attention from mine taking in every detail nearly.  It was almost as if he was studying me. Like he was observing me for purpose and research. I don't even know how that's in any way better than him staring creepily out of interest. When the makeup team began pulling their things out in the least organized way possible his eyes focused on the scattered makeup across the bathroom counter. His eyes were focused for a long time a slight twitch coming onto his lip. The makeup team was done the makeup so he began sorting it into neat containers in size and color. He ordered every single tool. The makeup people didn't complain that just meant less work for them.
Once he was finished organizing everything and the glam dream team was finished up he walked into the room where he'd laid his coat. He slipped it on gently buttoning it up perfectly. The jacket was easy to use but very reliable and durable. Perfect for a celebrity bodyguard especially one with someone always dressed to the nines by yours truly.
"Hey Sean are you ready?" I ask him.
"Yeah let's go." He rubs out an other wrinkles and grabs everything he might need or might want which is nothing because he's boring as hell. As we walked outside he accidentally brushed his arm against the wall getting something into his jacket. He rushed back without a word jumping over anything necessary. I just let it happen continuing on.
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"Goodnight Ms. Grande!" Sean says retreating from my side and scurrying towards his room. I ignore the awkward interaction and look for my phone in order to text David that everything is going alright. I search under and over everything I could coming to the realization that early on I'd given my phone to Sean for safe keeping.
I peak my head into the hallway seeing no one then moving towards the room I new was his. The door was cracked and I could hear the water running from all the way in the bathroom. I slowly push the door open some more and walk in carefully.
"Sean?" I hear loud groaning and and a lot of ruffling around with things in the bathroom. I make my way in further to observe the unknown sound. I see the room is covered in bottles of hand sanitizer but in an oddly pleasingly orderly fashion. It satisfies me in a way. The structure of everything around. Everything else was completely pristine although anyone else on this promo tours room had to be an absolute mess trying to look for everything.
The bathroom door was opens and the swish of running water lured me towards it seeing through the opening. Sean stood in front of the sink with a bar of soap and a odd hard square piece of material scrubbing his skin hard. His groaning was from roughly running the square contraption up and down his arms. He rinsed his arms off quickly and noticed the water surrounding the sink. He walks over to the towels grabbing one and frantically wiping the splashed water from off the counter. He folded it back up and returned it. It was oddly fascinating to see his unorthodox routine.
My curiosity took control in the absolute worst way possible sending me into his room itself and opened his drawer gently. Inside were a bunch of those square things and soap all of which were the same. Another drawer revealed shirts all of the same color but in three varying cuts; v-neck, long sleeve, and button down. I moved on to observe the closet which was absolutely terrifying. Besides the fifteen pairs of jeans all of the same cut but in varying colors there were two pistols sat on top of the open safe. Inside the safe was well organized ammo and passport as well as veteran memorabilia I guess. His dog tags, and a army style flag. I don't understand why he would bring that on a promo tour with me. That doesn't make sense.
"What are you doing in here?" His deep thunderous voice jolts me too reality and out of my curiosity instead panic took control. My heart began to beat as fast as light and his intense glare distracted me from the incredibly toned abs that lied in front of my eyes.
"Uh-uh-uh-I d-don't know I-I-came here t-to g-get my phone."
"And snoop through my personal belongings?" He growls in his usual biting tone this time just louder.
"I'm s-sorry. I just saw everything so nice and neat and I was curious. I'm sorry." He doesn't answer grabbing my phone from his desk right beside his own.
"So all of this cleanliness? It's obsessive. What's up with that?
"It's an army thing."
"Are you sure because it seems like much more?" He stares at me with anger on his face the only emotion I'd ever been able to tell with him . He takes a seat on the bench in front of his bed. I take that as a que for me so I sit beside him assuming. We sit in silence for a while before he finally speaks up.
"When I was in the marines things were by the book always perfect so I was a perfect candidate. My leading officers would always tell me it wasn't enough.  It was pretty bad. It broke my spirit. After that battle that needed it all for me I haven't been the same. Near death now I do everything to avoid it. Germ free, mess free, protective of myself and well being. I felt like in order to live I had to keep everything of potential danger away as much as possible."
"So you're OCD?"
"Yeah. It's also a coping mechanism. Not many people actually know. I just feel comfortable taking to you I guess. I nod.
"Thanks for telling me. Don't worry about it I think it's perfectly fine. Everyone had their quirks yours is just obsession with clean." I place my hand on his to assure him I was sincere. My body sets ablaze with warm colorful feelings I knew were due to him. I didn't know what else to do. Instead I dashed out of the room so quickly. I couldn't cope with emotions so I screwed up and ran out of the room. He probably thinks I'm stupid now. I hate myself. Ugh! I ruined the advancements I had just made by leaving a situation that made me uncomfortable because of a feeling I couldn't process. I'm an absolute idiot a broken confused idiot.