I watched her in her element while she sung her heart out to her us. Her jacket falling slowly off her shoulders. Her thigh high boots made her legs look amazing. Her hair looked smooth and silky as it was placed in the signature high ponytail. She honestly looks and sounds like a complete angel.
She noticed me on Twitter a few times and I honestly cried every time she did. She didn't know me as a person. I didn't know her truly either, but I know that she helped me through a lot.
Her melodic voice carried through the small venue as she sat on the leather chair singing. She was honestly so beautiful. The way she carries herself through everything after all that she has been through. It makes me so proud of her.
Her eyes catch mine in mid song and thought, making my breath hitch in my throat. She winks at me and continues to sing the chorus of Everytime. My baby. She's so fucking adorable.
Wow. I sing along at the top of my lungs, closing my eyes and smiling from ear to ear. I feel a strange sense of eyes on me. I open my eyes and see her looking directly at me again but this time checking me out.
Okay, idiot. Now you're just imagining shit.
She blushes seeing that I caught her. I swear that I died right at this moment as she ended the song and started speaking.
"I swear we have some cuties in the audience tonight. I'm so grateful that y'all are here to listen to me sing and ramble. I love you all so much! Thank you so much for having me." She says looking at me first, then directing her attention to the rest of the audience.
I glance at my phone and I see my mother texting me to get my ass home now. I didn't tell her where I went. I didn't want her to know. She's never been supportive of me or what I'm interested. She never understood why I loved Ariana and her music.
"Y'all have a safe trip home, my loves. Thank you for coming you mean the absolute world to me." She says, about to leave the stage.
I turn around making my way through the tightly compacted crowd, failing to notice that Ariana watched me as I was leaving.
I made my way outside the venue, walking to my car on the near side of the venue in which no one really knew you could park over here. I walked through the small alleyway before I heard the smallest sound behind me.
"Wait up!" I hear a familiar soft voice yell in my direction. I turn around to the sound as I hear heals clicking on the pavement and the glow of the streetlight barely makes out their face.
The person gets closer as I finally register who it is. The air in my lungs vanishes and I gulp.
Ariana. Fucking. Grande.
"Hey, I noticed you in the crowd. I wanted to tell you that you're beautiful." She says as she finally reaches me, smiling softly at me.
"What..I-thank you." I stutter out and facepalm myself, shaking my head.
She giggles at me, taking my hand off my face to hold it in hers.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart. I'm real. I promise." She smiles, her dimples making themselves known as she caresses her thumb along the top of my hand that she was holding.
I hug her tightly, wrapping my arms around her neck and she wrap hers around my waist just as tight.
It's hard not even think about anything but that. Holy fuck she smells good. Her hair is soft. Her eyes are beautiful. Her hands are so soft. I'm not okay.
Hello?! Earth to you!
"I'm (Y/N).." I say calmly as I slowly leave her warm embrace and look her in the eyes.
"It's finally nice to put a name to a face." She laughs softly.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm an idiot. I'm not always terrible at talking, you really just caught me off guard." I chuckle, biting my bottom lip in nervousness.
"You're adorable. Oh my god. I could feel your vibe in the entire place. It was a good one for sure." She says as we start walking hand in hand to my car that is about 50 ft away from us.
Thank god for this dark ass alleyway. I don't want paparazzi ruining this.
"You know, I'm so glad I came tonight. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here with you right now." I say pretty much stating the obvious, but I was nervous. I had to keep a conversation going. I wanted her to know that I appreciate her even meeting me in the first place and taking the time to.
"You're so beautiful, Ariana." I say, low key not wanting the once in a lifetime moment to end.
"Yeah?" She looks at me playfully, giggling softly.
Those fucking dimples and that laugh. Cuteness overload. She's so fucking tiny too in reality.
"ARI!" We hear her tour manager, Roshad, yell down the alleyway.
"I'm coming, Roshad!" She yells back at him.
"Will I see you again? I left my phone in my purse inside so I can't get your number. I could definitely see us hanging out some time in future like after tour, you know?" She asks, looking at my and smiling.
"You follow me on twitter, love. Find me. We will see each other again. I'll make sure of it." I say to her while hugging her again. I didn't want to let her go.
She nods, her pearly whites shining in the glow of the dim street light. She slowly gets out of my embrace.
"Please be careful on your way home! I hope we meet again!" She says grinning from ear to ear.
I silently get into my car and place my head on the steering wheel, trying to process everything that happened just then.
What the actual fuck.
