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

Chapter 3

"Wait, what?!" I almost screeched.

She just can't settle something and tell me last minute. We usually go over this stuff, so why hadn't she gone over it with me before? Even if I had gone on a rampage, she couldn't told me this drastic decision earlier. What the hell?

"I've already packed your things, and you guys are going to tour every country? Simon and I booked so many places, and every single one already got sold out within hours! Your career is going upwards from here, Ariana." Loretta smiled at me.

"I can't do this," I honestly tell her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "What? What do you mean you can't do this?"

I sighed. "I just gotten out of a relationship. I can't go on tour with more boys. I just can't go through with this."

She crossed her arms. "Well, there's no going back now. Everything's been booked, it's too late."

"You should've talked to me about this before, instead of keeping it a secret. So that's your mistake," I retaliate.

"Ariana Grande! You will go on this tour! The boys will behave, their management talked to them." Loretta is trying her best not to lose her mind.

"No. I'm not going, and that's my decision," I shrug, then walk towards the door.

"You're passing up an opportunity of a lifetime!" she calls after me as I walked out of the office.

After getting in my car and driving off, I started to think. Am I being hasty? No, I'm not. I'm just learning to make my own decisions. I can do what I want. And if I want to stay in the "no boy zone" for a while, then I can. Going on tour with One Direction will break me out of that zone. How can they expect something great come out of one girl and five boys together, in one bus?

I finally get to my house, feeling tired. Frankie is sitting on the porch steps, just looking around and admiring nature. I smiled; he really like to do that. I got out of my car and he looked up, smiling at me.

"Hey, Ari," he greets as I sit down next to him. "What's up?"

"Not so good," I replied wearily.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"A lot of things," I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You can always tell me," he insisted. "Even though I annoy the hell out of you, you could always tell me."

I lightly laugh. "Alright, well, first things first... I broke up with Nathan."

His eyes widened. "What? Why?!"

Nathan and Frankie were the best of friends. They got along great, and played video games together. I was always there, making them food when they got hungry. It was good times, although not anymore.

I sniffled. "I found him kissing my bully, Victoria."

He growled in anger, "That idiot, I should go beat him up."

"The tabloids will find you, and they'll know something is up with the Grande family," I told him.

He looked at me, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"After I found out he cheated on me, I went and smashed Victoria's car. It was all over the magazines," I answered, putting my head in my hands.

"Hey, we all do a lot of hasty things when we're angry, we don't know what we're doing at times. And then we have regrets, and it will all be over," he comforted me. "Anything else?"