Better off together (Ariana/You)

Chapter 1

Y/N = Your Name  Y/N/N = Your Nickname 

Y/N POV

Three hours of annoying fangirls screaming at each and every imaginary eye contact that they made with  Ariana Grande. That's how I spend my Friday night. I don't even like her. I mean don't get me wrong she has a good voice and she's hot as fuck but her songs are too basic for me. I guess I just heard them too many times because of the fact that I live with the queen B of the fangirl's club aka my best friend, Megan. She wanted someone to share those memories with her so guess who got dragged with her at a three hours concert? Me. good guess. 

Half death, broke and completely exhausted, here I was trying to keep up with my annoying best friend who's currently running around like a complete lunatic in desperate search of the singer we had seen just few hours ago. 

That kid, I swear to god, is gonna be the death of me someday. We met in middle school, talked for a bit, insulted each other and we've stuck together since. She's really a sweet person, I wonder why she's friends with me. I mean I was a bitch back then but now I just stepped up my game. 

"Y/n could you run any slower?" Megan screamed at me on a bitchy tone,  standing next to the stadium I had just manage to escape. 

I stopped running for few seconds looking at her, wondering what could she do to me if I just took the bus back to the hotel right this second. The answer was nothing. I sighed before running to her. I'm weak. 

"Let's imagine we did find her peacefully walking at 1AM alone, what the hell do you think is gonna happen? hun?" I asked before bending in two trying to catch my breath. Cardio's a bitch.

"A lot." she mumble like angry five years old. 

"Oh really? like what?" I asked doing a 360° eye roll. 

"I don't know! She could give me her number, ask me to come and smoke some weed with her. Just basic things to get to know each other." She answered as if that was the most random thing that could happen. 

"And what if that genius plan doesn't work out? You'll hide behind her tour bus and hop on when her bodyguard's not watching and hide in her closet and hope to witness her having an orgy with all her dancers?" I answered more amused than ever by my friend's ignorance. 

She turned around shooting me a deadly glare. 

"If it's to be a negative bitch all night you can go, I'll find her on my own." she said whilst starting to walk away. 

"I'm not leaving a 19 years old kid dressed like a stripper alone in Amsterdam." I said, sadly realising that I was stuck here until I found the most inaccessible person to exist. Yay.

"Fuck you" she said harshly than expected. "go away I don't need you" she finished by saying before walking away faster. 

Ouch that kinda hurt. I mean I was just messing with her. She was probably too tired and too focused to find that woman to realise what she was saying. I was already nice enough to come with her. We don't even live in Amsterdam so we had to take the train coming from Belgium. And even, what's the big deal about meeting celebrities? I honestly couldn't care less. Most of them are just ungrateful assholes any-fucking-way. 

If she doesn't want me to come with her, find by me. I turned around walking slowly to a bus stop before realising that no bus stops were to be seen. 'where the fuck did they hide them'.  I let out a long and loud yawn, telling me that I needed to find my bed asap before falling asleep on the side walk. I got out my phone, hoping that google maps could tell me where the hell I was. Because of course the arena wasn't anywhere close to the centre. Nah that's just be too easy, they had to put it in some creepy country side. 

As I was walking, my eyes glued to my phone like a Chinese tourist, (ps: sorry for the cliché) I heard some weird screaming coming from the end of the street. I shrugged it off thinking that it could totally be a wolf, I mean god knows what could be in this area. "fuck- off" I heard that same voice breathlessly scream-whisper. I turned around and started walking faster trying to get away from anything that could be going down, the last thing I needed was to get shot. I was used to people drunk fighting since I didn't live in the nicest area and I knew to get the hell away when it happened near me. So that's what I was about to do but when the voice suddenly became more recognisable, my legs stopped walking and my breath hitched. A woman's voice. Fuck. I looked around me, I was alone in a poorly lighten neighbourhood. The houses were small and cranked up next to one and other and the post lamps were blinking, giving away that unsafe feeling. It's that typical horror film moment where you know something's up and you know you should just run but you're still going to go walk in the woods like an idiot. In this case it's a dark alley I was about enter. I slowly walked down this narrow street whilst trying to control my breathing in order to make no noise. I could feel the humidity through the walls and I could hear little whimpers getting louder the more I approached whatever was going on. Well I kinda knew what was going on but couldn't get myself to believe it until I saw it. My heart was racing in my chest so hard it started to hurt. I suddenly stopped moving when I saw two shadows which were lighten up by a red 'close' sign. The tension got even higher when I recognised a man  but most of all one of his hands tightly around the neck of what seemed to be a woman and his other hand which seemed to be struggling to undo her jeans button. I just wanted to scream or cry, probably both. But what my body did was run away like a frighten little insect. When I got out of the alley I ran as fast as humanly possible and got into the first night shop I ran across. I got in, tears threatening to spill at any moment. I looked around and saw that this was a gardening shop. My mind stoped racing for a quick second. What the fuck is gardening shop doing open at 1AM. Now again this is Amsterdam so it made sense. I looked around like my life depended on it knowing that someone else's life might depend on it and grabbed the first thing I saw that could potentially help me do god knows what to help her. I paid, I mean I through a bunch of cash to the guy at the counter. He looked stoned, that makes even more sense. I got out feeling like an FBI agent and started running again to the alley. The more I got closer the more my stomach tightened and my hands got damp. Without even noticing I was ten meters away from the guy. I stopped running only to see that he had apparently abandoned the idea of getting in her pants and was now kissing down her... Oh god. For half a second I noticed that I had bought a long ass shovel. How the fuck did I run so fast holding that. But with no hesitation I quietly ran to the guy and knocked the living shit out of him. Literally. I'm going to jail. The man dropped unconscious on the floor. I turned to look at him. He was probably in his early thirties, he had a weird ass moustache and had a gun in his pants. Damn this could've gone so wrong if I hand't intervened. What brought me out of my trance was hearing quiet sobs coming from a scared tiny little woman against the wall only few inches away from me and my shovel. I immediately turned to look at her when my jaw dropped. 

Wait a second I know this woman...

Hi, thanks for reading! This was kind of bad but I'll do better at the next chapter..