Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 23

~Y/N's POV~

"How can you still not accept her? She is so sweet. How can you still not love her back? I just don't get it." Shira asked, holding my shoulders as she shook me back and forth. "How?" She asked again. 

"Stop it!" I pulled her away from me and she crossed her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrowed at me as if I was a very peculiar object. 

I am.  

Shira, Scott, Ariana and I were all hanging out today in the shopping mall. Shira was the one who started it, mainly because she needed a boost of, I quote, 'Y/S/N Juice'. I don't know what the hell that means. Maybe some kind of new milk-shake. Currently, both of us were in the female restroom as I spilled all the events that happened to her.

"We have been in here for almost ten minutes you know. We should go." I said, grabbing on her wrist as I started pulling her. 

"No. You have to tell me the reason why you are not accepting her." Shira demanded and stood rooted to the ground. I sighed, feeling helpless. 

"Shira. Let's g—"

"No! I'm not coming until you tell me the reason why." Shira stomped her feet and I pursed my lips. 

"I just..." I paused, trying to think of a reason. "I can't. I just can't." 

"Why?" Shira asked, more concerned and genuine now.

"Because I am afraid I would get hurt." I said it and closed my eyes. There was no reply from her and I opened my eyes to look at her again. She looked baffled. It looked like she was controlling the urge not to punch me in the face.

"Y/N." Shira called, holding onto my shoulders as she let out a sigh. She looked serious and I rarely see her that way so it was quite a surprise to me. "Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and think of what could go right."

What she said, struck a chord in me and I relaxed a little. She seemed to relax a little as well. A mischievous smile stretched her lips as she gave me a lopsided grin. "Besides..." She paused. "All of the best love stories have one thing in common, you have to go against the odds to get there." She winked and I smiled, blushing a little before she dragged us away.  

Suddenly, two boys popped out of nowhere in front of us. One looked cute and blonde. The other looked dark and dangerous. The blonde one gave us a smile and my eyes widened as I looked at Shira. 

What the hell is happening? 

"Hello ladies. Did you both fall from heaven because both of you look like angels." He winked. He had a british accent. "May I know you're beautiful names?"  

"That is the lamest pickup line ever." Shira said, looking very offended and I smiled at what she said. She pursed her lips before holding her head up high and pulled on my arms. The guys stopped us from moving further away and I tensed a little, feeling annoyed. 

"Names?" He asked again, more demanding and Shira looked like she was about to explode.

"Beyoncè." She said politely and pointed at me, "And this is Madonna." She pushed the stunned guys away as both of us walked away from the scene. I couldn't help but laugh at what she had just said. 

"Why can't I be Beyoncè?" I asked, in between my laughter. 

"Because only queens are fit to be named Beyoncè." She said proudly. 

"Bitch."

"Thank you." She winked and I laughed again. 

The sight of Ariana before me made butterflies fly around in my stomach. Everytime I look at her, all I can think of is kissing her or hearing those three words echo around in my head. Scott was holding two slushies in his hands. One red and one blue. I grabbed the red one from him and Shira grabbed the blue one.

"We were so bored waiting for the both of you, so we bought slushies." Scott explained and I looked at Ariana. She was sporting her signature high ponytail, with a pair of white Chanel sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her plump lips were coated in a blood red lipstick and her lips curved into a smile while looking at me. Her lean arm automatically circled my stomach and pulled me to her side. I slurped the slushy and she smirked down at me. 

"What?" I asked.

"I just had a blue one." She said, showing off her blue tongue to me. 

"Mine is red." I held out my tongue towards her. 

"Wanna make purple?" She asked and a blush made its way up my neck, and plastered themselves onto my cheeks. She chuckled at my face and I looked away from her, slurping the slushy like my life depended on it.

"Where do you guys want to go now?" Scott asked and I looked over at Shira to say something because I had no idea. 

"I'm hungry. What about you guys?" She asked me and Ariana. Ariana looked at me and I nodded. My insides warmed at the fact that she let me make decisions for the both of us. "Yeah. We are hungry too." I replied back. 

"Ok! Let's go to—"

"Scott!" All of us heard a high-pitched giggle. I groaned, realising who it was and turned around. All of us came face to face with Selena and her squad. Why is she always in this mall? Does she own this mall or something? 

"Go away." Shira started shooing her off and I laughed at the way she did it. It seemed like Selena hasn't noticed me and Ariana. Her eyes were on Scott and Shira. Selena ignored Shira and walked over to Scott.

"Are you free this Friday Scott?" Selena asked. 

"Uh. No. He's fucking expensive." Shira breathed out, standing protectively in front of Scott who just looked wide-eyed at everything. I tried to stifle my laughter at his funny expression. "Can you like, not breathe around my boyfriend? I know he is cute, but he is mine." Shira shouted into Selena's face. I felt a hand tugging my wrist and looked up at Ariana.

"I am still waiting for the day that you go all possessive over me. I can't wait." She teased and I bit my lip, thinking of that scenario. I chuckled nonetheless at what she said. Feeling cheeky, I pulled off her shades and wore them. Her smirk widened at my action and she reached forward to kiss my forehead. I smiled as she did.  

"Ugh!" I heard a stomp and looked up to see Selena shooting daggers at me and Ariana. Feeling a little bitchy, I stuck out my red tongue at her and she walked away, cursing under her breath. 

"I saw that." Ariana kissed my forehead once again and I melted like a popsicle on the fourth of July.