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Aubrey's POV:
Rent wasn't going to pay itself, the only way I could distract myself from this disaster is work.
She tried calling me for days, but I was too frustrated to even pick up my phone. After a couple weeks I kicked myself over not and the calls and messages stopped, I waited every night for weeks, staying up till the early hours of each morning waiting for the sound of a notification, but each time it would never be her.

I had to beg Jenn, the manager of our Starbucks store for a job again, and after some time she gave in, she new I was desperate, and even though we weren't allowed our phones at work, my hand raced into my pocket each time I'd get a call, to find it was only mom or dad checking up on me.

"I'm fine Mom, look I'll call you back later, I've got to go" I sigh, biting my lip to hold back the broken croak in my voice and walked into the shops bathroom to hang up the call.

I hear footsteps heading towards the room, and run into a cubicle, locking the door behind. Turning on the screen on my phone, I stare at the image I refrained from changing.

It was one of those days she stole my phone and took hundreds of selfies, and changed my background to suit her, and I'd hadn't changed it since

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It was one of those days she stole my phone and took hundreds of selfies, and changed my background to suit her, and I'd hadn't changed it since. "What have I done" I whisper to myself, looking at the picture below me, regretting ever lashing out at her, but still feeling angered.

"What have I done?" I say, tears rolling down my cheeks and bouncing onto the screen below me, blurring the picture.

"I'm sorry" I whimper, wiping the tears of my screen. I get startled by the restroom door opening, and the sound of heels click along the floor towards the sink.

They remain there for a few seconds, I question leaving the cubicle, but looking like a mess I realise that's not the best option.

"Hello?" The voice says, I gasp and close my mouth shut as my heart drops into my stomach. It can't be.

"I'm telling you Scooter, she's not here" the voice sighs in a desperate manner. Gritting my teeth together, I try to control my loud breathing as she continues talking to her phone.

Time seems to slow down as the familiar voice runs through her options and walks into the cubicle next to mine. I take a deep breathe and sprint out the restroom, heading back to the bar. It was just my mind overthinking anyway.

Ariana's POV:
"Aubrey!" I shout, sitting up and opening my eyes to a dark room. It was just another dream, I'd been having them a lot lately. It would be the same every time. She would be clinging onto me, holding on for the fall to her death, and each time I would let go, not strong enough to told the weight of both of us. I couldn't take this anymore.

I sent hundreds of texts, missed calls, you made it I'd tried, but got nothing in return.

Friends, family and even fans were realising something was happening between Aubrey and I, and I was the only person who could do something about it, and I was doing nothing.

I felt like I was reliving that moment on stage where everything went wrong, but instead of Aubrey picking up the pieces, I had to snap out of it myself.

I missed her eyes, her hair, her smile, her touch, her everything. "Pull it together Ariana, go get your girl" I prepare myself, getting out of bed to start a day which I would hopefully never regret.

"Mrs Moretzo?" I say, making my way to the car "Ariana? I'm so glad you've called, I figured things weren't going well between you and Aubrey" she says, sounding genuinely concerned, making me feel slightly relieved.

"How is she doing?" I say, scrambling for words, this would be the first I've heard about her for weeks now. "You want me to be honest? She tells me she's fine, but I know deep down she isn't doing well Ariana" she says, making me freeze in place.

"Really?" I ask in disbelief, the word quivering on my lip. "I know she's hurt, but she misses you sweetie" she says, my eyes burning with tears.

"Do you know where she is?" I mutter, hopping into the car and starting up the engine. "She just starting working back at Starbucks, I don't know if she's working today but it would be a good idea to talk to her" her words where all I needed.

"Thank you so much Mrs Moretzo", "Ariana, it's Mom" she laughs, making me giggle, ending the call and heading to Starbucks.

Running into the shop, my palms sweat with nerves. There's no sign of her, this was a bad decision. Biting my lip with frustration I make my way to the restroom, placing my bag on the worktop and calling the only person I can think of, Scooter.

"Hey" I say, my disappointed tone sounding no different from the last few weeks. "She's not here Scooter" I say frustrated, tears reappearing in my eyes.

"Ariana we will find her, come back to the office and we can sort this out. I'm not letting you live like this anymore" he says, hanging up.

I make my way into a cubicle, and notice another person leaving. "Shit" I mumble to myself, hoping they didn't hear that conversation.

Before leaving, I approach the cashier to get a drink, because what better way to drink away my sorrows than with the drink which brought us together the first place, I smiled to myself.

"Let me guess, a Chai latte, soy milk with extra sweetener for a Miss Ariana Grande?" The cashier laughs, as I furrow my eyebrows looking up to a familiar face.

"Aubrey?" I gasp, as she climbs over the desk and pulls me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry" she mumbles through my sweatshirt, "No, I'm the one who should be sorry" I hush her, holding her hair in my hands, overwhelmed by being so closed to her again.

"I came to tell you, that no matter what you will always come girlfriend first. I'm sorry for being so ignorant and not proving that to you sooner. I can't live without you Aubrey, I want you, and I need you. I need you to need me too" I say, hugging onto her, as my chin rests on her forehead.

"I love you" I whisper, desperate for her to forgive anything I've ever done to upset her.

"What did you just say?" She says, pulling away to reveal her damp face, her dark circles and red eyes. "I said I love you" I gulp, as a smile creeps onto her face.

"I love you too Ariana, forever and always."

Aaah it's been a month, the support is the only thing keeping me going with this book. I really do appreciate it. Updates will continue as normal from now on. Thanks for sticking around ❤️

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