Ch. 3

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Ariana's POV:

I can't believe that I'm doing this.

Flashback

"We need to talk"

"About?"

"Y/n"

"I-I don't have anything to say about her. So if that's all you came here for, then you can just leave."

"She needs you Ariana"

"If she needed me then she shouldn't of broken up with me" I can already feel my tears beginning to return.

Just the thought of her makes me cry, but talking about her is even worse.

"She was stupid and dumb, but Ariana please she really needs you. She misses you, she's spent the last four weeks drinking herself sick. She would never admit it, but I know she hates herself for doing what she did."

My poor baby-I mean Y/n!

"Ariana I know she hurt you, but I wouldn't have come here to tell you what I'm about too if it wasn't important."

"What you're about too?" I thought Y/n was all she wanted to talk about.

"It's Y/n's brother, he's in the hospital and he doesn't have long..."

End of flashback

I can't believe Laura convinced me to fly to California and talk with Y/n. But, here I am on a private jet headed to Cali.

"Can we use this jet every time we fly, it has heated seats!" Courtney yells from the bathroom.

I decided to have Courtney come along with me for mental support. Well, at least until we get to the hospital. She's helped me more than I can ever repay her. She stayed up night after night, rubbing my back until I'd finally run out of tears and fall asleep. I basically owe her my life.

"Ariana did you hear me?" Courtney says, while sitting back down in her seat.

"Y-Yeah sorry, I'm just...what if Y/n doesn't want me there? What if Laura is wrong and she doesn't love me anymore?"

"She still loves you. I know she does. And what she really needs right now is you at her side in that hospital."

I really hope she's right.

Y/n's POV:

5:48am

I haven't slept for almost 28 hours.

"Honey why don't you get some rest" my mother says.

"No, I'm alright. I just need some water. I'll be right back"

I refuse to sleep, there's no way I'm wasting another second with Sam. I've wasted enough crying and drinking over Ariana.

I end up having to walk almost all the way to entrance of the hospital just to find a water fountain. Shouldn't there be more of these things around?

I grab a cup and begin to fill it.

"Hi how may I help you?"

"I'm looking for Sam Y/l/n"

I know that voice all too clearly. When I turn around and see who it is, my water cup slips from my hand and falls onto the floor.

"A-Ariana"

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