Bad Decisions 🖤 Ariana/you

I'm glad it was you

Ariana's POV

I wake up the next morning expecting to be cuddled by the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on but it's just a fucking pillow. I turn over to check the time on my phone.

9:30 am

Goddammit Y/n. I can't believe she left me. My heart sinks at the thought that I've done something wrong. I gave her an extremely vulnerable part of myself and now she's not here. I look over at the dog bed now noticing that Myron isn't here either. What the hell?

Usually Myron wakes me up, even if Y/n let him out, he would've come back. I get up quickly, making my way over to the bathroom so I can pee and at least brush my teeth. Once I'm finished I go to throw on my favorite sweatshirt but see that it's missing.

I look over towards Y/n's side of the bed and see her outfit from last night folded in a neat pile next to her heels. She didn't leave. I feel a huge weight being lifted off my chest knowing that she cares, that she wouldn't do that to my heart.

Knowing this new information I can't wait a second longer to see her again. I find another one of my millions of sweatshirts to throw on and scurry down stairs, only to hear music coming from the small studio.

Play song.

We built it when I first moved in a couple months ago, just in case I got inspired in the middle of the night.

I sneakily head over to the room and poke my head through the door trying my best to make as little noise as possible.

It's her. There she is, still here, in my pink and purple tie dye 'God is a Woman' sweatshirt. Even if I can't see her face, she's gorgeous.

I know she can write music but I had no idea she could pay an instrument as beautiful as the piano. And boy was she good.

I tip toe over to the piano so I can get a better listen. Y/n seems to be unaware of my presence even after I sit down next to her but I know she knows I'm here. I carefully follow her fingers as they glide so seamlessly over the keys, just as they did last night.

(plz ignore that dumb ass joke)

It sounds beautiful and she looks just as beautiful. I study her soft features, admiring her glowing skin, so fresh without makeup and really fucking clear. What a bitch. My eyes close as she continues the song. I've heard it before but nothing's ever sounded so amazing on the piano in my studio, except of course when the owner played it.

I usually don't let anybody touch it but it feels right. It feels like he would be okay with Y/n playing it, and so am I.

I open my eyes again to find her looking at me. She smiles and then looks down seeing Myron fast asleep beneath her feet. I feel tears brim my eyes realizing why he looks so relaxed and so calm. It reminds him of home, our home.

I quickly blink my tears away not wanting Y/n to worry. Yet somehow she always seems to know when somethings wrong. She gives me a sympathetic look but keeps playing. My heart beat speeds up as she gets more into the song. It's as if it's her soul being played and I'm sucked in with her.

"Claire de lune," I say as she plays the final note.

Y/n doesn't respond but simply leans in to capture my lips with hers. I move into the kiss, rubbing my thumb against her soft cheek gently.

"Good morning," she whispers, her minty breath fanning my face as I rest my forehead against hers. My eyes close at the sensation.

I glance down at her hand which is now resting upon my thigh and take ahold of it. 

"I-i thought you left me... this morning."

I can feel her eyebrows furrow in confusion against my skin before she slightly shakes her head.

"Never."

I smile when she takes her other arm and wraps it around my neck, her hand playing with my baby hairs in a soothing way.

This feels good. It feels right and I haven't been this comfortable with a person in a long, long time.

I finally lift my head up to look at her. Those brown orbs locking me in like they have a million times before. I feel my throat close up, my breath leaving my body completely. Those three little words threaten to spill out of my mouth, but I stop myself. Taking a deep breath again, I just smile not wanting to ruin the moment with something we both aren't ready for.

"You know, I haven't heard anyone play this piano in quite a while. I'm glad it was you though," I say genuinely.

"I'm sorry Ari, I uh didn't mean to but I just woke up and I was bored and wanted to let you sleep. Then I just saw this beautiful piano sitting here and Myron went and laid down underneath the seat like he was waiting for me to do something and I just-"

I cut off her incessant rambling, which seems to happen way to often for one person. "Baby. It's okay," I laugh as her face turns bright as a tomato.

"Oh shush! I just didn't want you to be mad at me." Her bottom lip pokes out just a bit as she pouts, a detail only someone who pays attention would notice.

"God. What am I gonna do with you?" She gazes at me innocently, a small smile forming on her very kissable lips.

She notices me staring at her and bites down on her bottom lip. 

I gulp, holding back any dirty images I have in my mind. Even though we had a special night, I never got to return the favor.

I decide that, that is for another time. I can control myself, i'm an adult for Christ sake.

I lean in for a quick peck, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Y/n looks away, smiling. "Hungry?"

"Yeah."

A/N this is a short ass chapter. I'm sorry i'm just too lazy to write long ones ALSO I'll like right a chapter and i like when they end on a feeling u know like the conversation or thoughts could go on forever just as any book could but you don't wanna give away too much of the character u know? like I want u to interpret their feelings in your own way so u can relate.... i'm done rambling. Yes I based this bitch off me. No i'm not a stripper or druggie and I can't play the piano but my alter ego could do all that shit ;)

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