Bad Decisions 🖤 Ariana/you

I missed you.

A/N- Just so y'all don't get confused, this is a flash forward. The rest of the story will be leading up to this moment and past it as well. Enjoy! ❤

(play song)

Ariana's POV

The bouncer pulls back the velvet, blood red curtain allowing me to enter the exclusive club. I strut forward with a fierce look on my face, trying to appear as confident as possible. In reality, I'm confused, and hurt, but most of all angry. I need to find her. I sway my hips from side to side, instantly feeling watched by old creepy men. I glance over to a booth to my left, catching a mans gaze. He's wearing a very expensive suit with a black fedora. He has a cigar dangling out of his mouth and a glass of bourbon in his hand. He lifts the glass up and tips his hat down gesturing a 'hello' towards me. That must be him. I hesitantly make my way over but I'm blocked by two very large men. "It's alright. Let the young lady through," I hear a thick Brooklyn accent demand. The bodyguards cautiously move to the side and I squeeze through. I sit at the booth not making eye contact with the man yet, but feeling his stare burn through me. "Look at me," he states firmly. I look up out of fear of what he was gonna say, or do. This is my only way to her. "Where is she?" I say gaining a little confidence. "She's here. She told me you were coming." Surprised by his comment, I begin to get flustered at the though of her actually being in the same vicinity as me. I haven't seen her in so long. I miss her. "Russ." I look up at him, intrigued by his introductory. "Ariana." He sticks out his hand and I gently place my hand in his. We never break eye contact. He places a soft kiss on the top of my hand. "Shes in there," he says pointing to the main room with a stage. "Find her." "Thank you," I say quickly getting up to leave. Just as I'm about to pass him he grabs my wrist. "It's a shame you know? A beautiful girl like you, wasting your time with a girl like her." Repulsed by his words, I pull away harshly and march away. He's not worth my time.

I walk through the black curtain, squinting slightly because of the red light illuminating the stage. The rest of the room is dark and filled with smoke. I look around and see people watching the performance, not once taking their eyes off of center stage. I look up and see her, on stage, half-naked, in sexy laced lingerie. That's what everyone is looking at, who everyone is looking at. She arches her back of off the stage, opening her mouth while doing so. Her hands roam her body as she pulls on some of her hair with the other hand. She continues to roll around on stage fully absorbed in the song. I'm practically drooling at this point. I move forward a little not wanting to be seen but at the same time wanting her to know that I'm here. Something tells me, she already knows. She smoothly drags her body to the edge of the stage and opens her legs. That's when other dancers come out. One girl slides between her legs and brushes her lips against her neck. I squeeze my fists tightly, jealousy getting the best of me. I begin to doubt myself. Why did I come? I shouldn't be here. What do I say to her? I can't stay here. Just as I'm about to leave, we make eye contact. She smirks knowing exactly what she's doing. The dancers are all on stage now while she's sitting on the edge. She carefully jumps off the stage landing like she's done this a million times before. She struts around the room, searching for her victim. Her hand brushes over the shoulders of men who disgustingly stare at her like a piece of meat. One younger boy, places a blunt in her mouth. I stand up knowing she's coming for me. She walks over towards me, going to the beat of the music. My heart starts racing and my anxiety starts to act up. She can sense this. Her hands find my hips and she pulls me close. The smoke slowly comes out of her mouth. "Y/n," is all I can get out before she throws the blunt on the ground and grabs my hand. Sparks shoot up my arm and I am left speechless. My breathing is unsteady but just the contact from her relaxes me. My lips were slightly parted, as we approach the stage. I know what she's doing. I keep telling myself this. I never know what she's doing. Once we reach it, she lifts me up onto the front of the stage. I gasp at the sudden force and strength. Her hands still rest on my hips now travelling to my waist. She then pushes me back a little and gives herself enough room to climb on top of me. The audience seems to be enjoying the show. I hear whistles travelling back and forth through the room. Y/N's left hand touches my thigh slowly reaching my ass. Out of respect, she doesn't push it any further as she can tell I'm not happy with her. Her eye contact never breaks. Not once. As the song comes to an end she looks deep into my eyes and whispers, "I missed you."

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Backstage...

"What?" Y/N states harshly. I flinch at her sudden impatient tone. We are currently in her dressing room. I'm sitting on the couch unable to process anything. I watch her as she applies more lip gloss. She looks stunning, more beautiful then I remember. Y/N turns around in her chair to face me. I look up my anxiety getting the best of me. She sees my hands shaking and I can see the guilt on her face. I place my hands in between my thighs, trying to get them to stop shaking. She gets up and walks over to me. I look down, ashamed, not wanting to face her. She slowly kneels down in front of me and gently grabs my hands. She begins to rub her thumb over mine. I finally meet her eyes again. We stare at each other for a good bit, her hand finally reaching up to touch my cheek. I lean into her, closing my eyes. I've never felt more safe, more loved, but also hurt. I get the courage to speak up. "You hurt me," I say, my eyes still closed. "I know," she says. "I loved you," I say, tears forming behind my eyes. "I know," she says sadly. I feel her hand pull away slightly. I open my eyes to see her looking at the ground. She begins to break down. "I'm sorry, I-I'm s-so s-sorry." She cries into me and I just pull her close. "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay," I say trying to calm her down. It hurts to see her like this. She's so shielded by her own walls she built a long time ago, but around me, she just breaks. I grab her face so she's looking at me. I take my hand and wipe her tears away. "Baby, let's go home."

A/N- hope you enjoyed. please vote and comment!! 💕 I will be updating again soon.