Ariana Grande's Little Sister

Flights

Elle's POV
We walk towards a large range rover and jump in. I sit next to the window and Ariana takes a seat right next to me. The driver starts the car and begins driving.

"So, I live in LA." She says, "So that means we're gonna have to take a 5-hour plane ride," She says, hoping I'll be okay with it.

"That's fine," I manage to get out.

The truth is, I've always been terrified of plane rides. I've never even been on a plane just the thought of it makes me anxious. Ariana must have sensed my anxiety because she takes hold on my hand and gently squeezes it.

"You'll be fine," she says. I nod.

After a few minutes, I finally decide to say something.

"Why didn't mom come and get me?" I ask innocently. Ariana tenses up.

"Well," Ariana sighs, "My mom isn't your mom, your mom umm.."

"My mom what?" I ask, confused.

"I'll tell you later," She says.

"Okay," I smile.

"I'm glad to see you're finally talking though, I was beginning to think you had no voice!" Ariana giggles.

"Yeah, this is all just a lot to take in at once," I smile

"It's fine, babe, I understand," Ariana reassures.

-

We finally arrive at the airport and Ariana hands me some sunglasses.

"Put them on, there might be paparazzi," She says, making her way out of the car. I follow her out and close the door behind me, thanking the driver. Sure enough, there was paparazzi beginning to surround me and Ariana. Ariana quickly takes my hand and begins walking to the private jet line.

"Who's this girl with you, Ariana!" someone shouts.

"Are you engaged to Mac?" another yells

"Are you pregnant?!" All the were paparazzi shouting at once and I hated it. I Ignored all their questions, so did Ariana, and we speedily made our way to her jet. The paparazzi were stopped by security as we made our way into the plane.

"That was scared," I say, taking a seat.

"I know right," She agrees.

"Ariana?" I ask.

"Yeah, babe?" She says, getting her phone out of her bag.

"Are you actually pregnant?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers.

"No no no, if the media was right about the number of times I've apparently been pregnant I would have like 20 kids with 7 different men," she laughs.

"Ok good," I laugh.

-

I wake up to Ariana shaking me.

"What?" I ask, confused about where I am.

"We've landed," She smiles

I stand up and let out a sigh of relief. Thank God I slept through the flight. I follow Ariana out of the plane and hold her hand. It was around 1am, due to timezones, so it was a bit less busy but I'm still not risking being flooded with paparazzi again so I put on the sunglasses that Ariana gave me before the flight.

We make our way to another range rover and hop in.