The "L" Word(Ariana Grande+1D Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Ariana Grande Lashes Out On Victoria Justice's Car, But Why?

That was the headline of Teen Magazine that Loretta slammed down in front of me. I could tell by her harsh glare towards me that she is not happy. Hell, I'm not even happy.

"Well?!" her voice was as cold as ice, "what do you have to say for yourself, Ariana?!"

I cringed; she sounded like my mother scolding me when I was child. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Mean for it to happen?!" she screeched, "you broke Miss Justice's car, without any purpose!"

Now I'm pissed. "I did have a purpose! You wouldn't understand anyway! If you just let me explain-"

"Shush," she quieted me, "save it for the interview you have with Teen Magazine. They want details and the truth, and you're going to handle this by yourself."

"By myself?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "why aren't you helping me? You're my manager!"

Loretta shook her head. "You got into this mess by yourself, I'm not being dragged into it. You're a nineteen year old girl, Ariana, you can't rely on me forever anyway."

I sighed, knowing she was right. But why was everyone making a big deal out of this? Oh right, I'm the top celebrity all of a sudden and everyone focuses their attention on me. Whatever I do is news to people. And to management, whatever I do, is wrong.

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"Hello Miss Grande," my interviewer, Michelle, greets me, "how are you?"

I smiled. "Hey Michelle. I'm alright, how about you?"

"Just lovely," she answers, "so you probably already know what we're going to ask."

I sighed. "Yeah, I have an idea."

"So why were you found trashing Victoria Justice's house out of The Wanted's house?"

No, I'm not going to lie by the way. Even though that's what management wants, I'm not going to do that. What kind of person would I be if I lied? Plus, I don't have a good enough excuse to lie.

"Well, I wanted to surprise my boyfriend Nathan, so I came over to their house," I started to explain, "when I got to his room, I found something shocking."

"What is it?" Michelle was at the edge of her seat.

"He was making out with Victoria Justice," I replied and the room filled with gasps. "I was so angry, I guess I lost control and took it out on her car. I didn't mean any harm, I apologize, and I totally regret my actions."

No I don't.

"Well thanks for explaining things," the interviewer smiled, "we know you wouldn't do things out of the blue or intentionally, I would have done the same thing. It was great to have you here!"

I nodded. "Thank you! It was great to be here!"

After exiting the room, I got a phone call. I looked to see it was the devil's number, also know as Victoria. I thought I blocked her number, guess I haven't gotten around to it.

"What do you want?" I snapped at her when I answered.

"Why are you pissed?!" she shouted from the other line, "you're the one who ruined my career!"

"Well you should have thought about that before you stole my boyfriend, bitch!" I spat. Please, I hope no one was hearing this.

I sat in my car as she spoke, "Look at what my fans are saying all over Twitter!"

I laughed. "You actually have fans?"

"Just look!" she growled.

I did as I was told and logged onto Twitter. I went to Victoria's page and scrolled through the comments. Sure enough, she was getting hate.

@VictoriaJustice_hateclub: Ugh! You are such a bitch, how could you do this to sweet Ariana!

@Justice_fangirl: I'm sorry, I just don't like you anymore. How could you ruin a perfect relationship? Fuck you.

@sweetiegirl13:I hate you!

@arianator_forever:What Ariana did was YOLO, and what you did was stupid. There's a difference, Justice.

@heartbroken66:I shipped Nariana so hard, but you ruined it!

And it goes on. I admit, I was amused, but I felt bad. But it wasn't my fault, it was hurt. Okay, it was a bit of my fault, but do you really think I care?

"Okay, I have to say, sorry. But it's not my fault-" I was rudely cut off.

"Yes it was!" Victoria screamed, "what you did was horrible!"

"Oh yes, telling the truth is so horrible! I did such a bad thing!" I sarcastically reply, "listen Victoria, when you learn to stop being a conceited boyfriend stealing bitch, call me. You're getting a taste of your own medicine. Bye."

As soon as I hung up, I got a text message. It was from Loretta. Uh oh.

Come to the studio. We need to talk. Now.

Shit. I put the key in the ignition and sped off to my doom. I can see me making a new headline of a magazine: Ariana Gets Murdered By Her Manager.

When I got there, I purposely walked slow. My stomach churned as I sat in a seat across from Loretta, her face impassive, holding no emotion.

"Ariana," she spoke, "what did you do?"

"Told the truth," I shakily replied, "are you mad?"

"Yes," she sighed, "but not fully mad."

"What?"

"At least you're single, which what the fans wanted. Everyone is showing sympathy towards you, and they're on your side," she gave me a small smile.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."

"Also," she continued, "management and I have been talking, and we had an idea."

"Go on," I motioned for her to continue.

"Well, since you have basically finished your album, you will also be starting a world tour. We found someone you could be touring with," she explained.

"Who?" I curiously asked.

"Have you ever heard of a boy band called One Direction?" she questioned.

"Yeah..."

Duh. Everyone knows that extremely hot British/Irish boy band. I'm a bit of a fan of them myself, they have really great music and they don't look to bad. I actually look online when I'm bored and see one of our fans ship me and a member. I find it cute and amusing.

However, I couldn't really tell anyone my like for One Direction. My ex boyfriend, Nathan, who was from The Wanted, was basically in a rivalry with them. The Wanted was jealous that One Direction was even more famous than them.

Loretta's smile grew bigger. "Well, congrats! You will be touring with One Direction!"

My eyes widened. "What?"

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