Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 27

~Ariana's POV~

I looked at her as she danced around. I smiled, happy that she was finally enjoying herself. 

But, it was weird. 

She suddenly started getting out all the beer and drinks. She drank them like no tomorrow. When I asked her why, she said she needed a little motivation for something.  

For what would she need motivation for? 

"FLEEXXX TIME TO IMPRESS!" She sang, moving around, and twisted her hips along to the beat. She was an incredible dancer and I enjoyed seeing her dance. I loved the drunk version of her. She tumbled towards me and pulled on me to dance together with her.  

"Come on!" She pulled me, giving me a bright smile and I narrowed my eyes at her. What was she preparing herself for? Was she going to do something? Was she going to tell me something that is hard for her to express? 

Why does she need motivation?  

I quickly bent down, circled my arm around the back of her knees and with all the strength I could muster, carried her over my shoulder. She squealed and dropped the glass of wine she was holding onto the sand. I chuckled. My eyes widened when I felt a hand slap over my ass. 

"Ooh. Kinky." I teased, a grin stretching my lips. "Do you want one too?"  

"No!" Her response was immediate and I was positive that her face was cherry red right now. "Don't you dare!" She shouted and I laughed, controlling the heavy urge to smack her perfectly shaped butt. "Put me down."  

"Not unless you tell me what is going on." I said. She remained silent for a moment and it confirmed my doubts. Something was definitely up and I had a feeling that I was not going to like it. "Baby, what is going on?" I asked, placing her down and she didn't move away. Her face looked down for a moment before a big smile took over it. 

"Nothing." She cheered. "I just wanted to tell you something."  

"You can tell me anything." I assured her, hugging her closer towards me and she seemed to relax immediately. I loved the fact that I affect her as much as she does to me. 

"I think I can help your Mom." She voiced out her thoughts. I narrowed my eyes at her, confused. What does she mean? In health?  

"Ariana." She breathed out, looking down at her feet for a moment. I lifted her chin up and kissed her forehead softly. I held her close, making sure to give her as much comfort as I can. 

"I will be here. I won't go away. You can tell me." I whispered against her forehead and she held me tighter. 

"You know my last name right?" She asked. 

I shook my head. "No."

"My last name is Y/L/N." She bit her lips, as if waiting for a wild reaction from me. For a moment, I frowned, feeling like the name was familiar. I blinked at her rapidly and she tilted her head in confusion at my silence.

"Y/N Y/L/N." I said and a blush appeared on her cheeks before she looked away in embarrassment. I smiled. "I'm a fashion designer." She said and I raised my eyebrows in surprise before pride washed over me. I felt very proud of her. My girl is a fashion designer, just like my mother. "I run a designing company just like your mother."

I pulled her away for just a second to look at her eyes. Was she telling a joke? 

"Ariana, I am not joking." She read my thoughts.