Ariana Imagines

#129: 17 Days

FUCK. FUXK. FUXCJKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

Why can't I do anything right in her eyes? As if she can see right through me, she overthinks into every little thing I do. I come home late and automatically I am accused of cheating. I groan as I walk into the kitchen where she was, I wanted to pull the hairs off my scalp. "Ariana! Are you kidding me? I told you I was going to possibly work late one of these days last week." she turns around eyes wide and clearly full of anger. "Yeah well you didn't tell me you would today!" when I look at her for a few moments I sense something else is troubling her.

I don't say anything back and watch as she turns back and does something in the sink. I walk up behind her and close my arms around her waist, my head comes to her right side and I kiss her shoulder. I sigh and bring my lips further up to her neck. Her body becomes less tense and her chest moves slowly up and down. "Baby..." I mumble kissing at her favorite spot right below her ear. "What's wrong?" I ask with a voice laced in worry. "Nothing." she says voice determined to be tough and sassy. I shake her slightly at her hips. "Stop. Talk to me." she turns around and I thought she was opening up but instead she pushed right past me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I follow her into the living room. "Talk Ari, please." I sit next to her on the sofa. Her face is serious and angry yet so perfect. She stays quiet and watches tv eating bits of her orange. I am leaning on my arm and rest my head on the side of my face, my eyes staring right at her. "Baby, you look so beautiful." her glowy cheeks and plumped lips, and perfect cat eye. As per usual she was incredibly stunning. I feel proud once I notice the pink that came upon her cheeks. My fingers came to the hair out of her ponytail and I pull it behind her ear. "How could I ever want anyone else?" her face turns to me, her eyes are different. They are full of sensitivity, brown doe eyes so lovely. I smile as her slight frown is killing me and all I want is to reflect mine on hers.

"Inside and out," I continue. "I would be so stupid to cheat on you." her frown turns into a small smile and her eyebrows come together in a way that makes her look like she's going to cry. I shake my head in slight panic, "No, no, no.." I say quick and bring her head in my neck. I kiss her cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and stopped there. She brings her forehead to rest on mine.
"I love you." she whispers. I can't tell if she's cried yet. "I love you too. Why are you crying?" I say as I back away and scan her wet face.

"I'm just angry with myself over some things, you understand?" I nod my head and put my hand on her cheek, brushing over her tears. "Of course, talk about it." she looks down into her lap. "I wish I handled somethings differently with you, I know lately I've been distant. But everything that's been going on with the fame.. It's overwhelming. I hate being in the news like that. I took it out on you," she sniffles. "I'm sorry I-I.." I hold her head in my arms and her head is in my neck. I hush her like a baby to calm her. That's all I wanted. To hear her let it out. We stay like that for a few minutes.

I get us out of the hug and watch her play with my fingers on her lap. She's holding my larger hand in hers, looking at my rings and outlining the visible veins.

"I want to play the piano for you." I say and she looks up at me, a smile on her teary eyed face. She nods her head and like a cutie pie she moves in her spot excited. I let my hand slowly release from hers as I get up and walk close to the fireplace. I hear the tv being shut off and its now complete silence. I sit on the bench in front of the piano and my eyes scan the black and white board. I sighed and let my fingers graze the top.I press down with my two fingers on my right hand and a beautiful sound fills the room. I look back at Ariana and she's smiling waiting. I start pressing random close keys, some low rhythms on the side. I started off with a mix of sounds. I was repeating them and their was the music, so lively calm and relaxing. I didn't say I could sing as well, and when your girlfriend is Ariana Grande you rather say that you absolutely can't. So I didn't sing that much, and Ariana hated it.

I started singing very low small words, words like "da da or do do". I didn't have a song anywhere and was improvising the whole thing. I couldn't think of what to sing so I just kept repeating the first word that came in my head. "Beating." and with beating I thought of heart so I sang the words "Beating heart." my voice wasn't loud in fact sometimes barely there. I soon got used to it after a while of singing it so I got louder and start belting, but not as loud either. My shoulders were moving and I was really feeling it. I wanted to calm her and keep her from crying, I felt like a mom trying to make her daughter sleep.

I finish off and look behind me, Ariana has a slight grin on her face. "That was so good. Sing more often." I twist in the bench, bringing my whole body to face her. "Nah." I drag the word with a hissing to it. I get up and lay down on the couch, I rest my head in her lap looking straight up at her. "I want you to." she starts playing with my hair. "Hmm." I grunt closing my eyes feeling slightly tired. "Hmm." she mocks and pops her belly out as she does causing me to move with her body as she grunts. I smile and shake my head. "You sleepy?" I ask her knowing crying is exhausting.

"Yeah." I nod, "Me too." she leans down and kisses my forehead. "Thank you." she says and I open my eyes to a new found light, my eyes adjust right into hers. I smile and bring my hand dangling off the couch back to holding her cheek. I wanted to say: "Of course" or "I love you" but I couldn't. I didn't think it was needed anyway, she knew she was my everything.

I cuddle into her stomach and hold her there, she chuckles.

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