The Spaces Between Us | hariana | liriana

|27| In For a Scare.... (part 3)

"Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

-Blank Space

Taylor Swift

ARIANA'S POV

I dry off most of my hair, but my gown has stains on it. Someone walks into the bathroom, an I hide in one of the stalls. The last thing I need is to be seen looking a mess. Especially when I've seen quite a few paparazzi in the building.

"Ash, I don't think I can do this. I mean, she's never done anything to me." One voice says. Is that Lucy Hale?

"It doesn't matter! 'A' gave us a specific task, all we have to do is find her in the crowd, then take her to location." Another voice says. I'm pretty sure it's Ashley Benson.

"Fine." Lucy shakily sighs.

"C'mon put on your mask." Ashley tells her, and they exit the bathroom.

I need to follow them. I know what you're thinking: I'm being the typical dumbass girl in a scary movie who eventually dies, because she opened the door. But I finally understand why she does. The anticipation, knowing that something behind the door is beckoning you. I need to find them before they find me.

But I can't do that in big floor-length Cinderella gown. Luckily, Lindsey stumbles into the bathroom.

"Oh. Hey, Ari." She slurs. "I didn't know there was three of you...."

"Lindsey, I need to borrow your dress." I tell her. Considering her dress is so short, it should be considered a big shirt, it should work a lot better for what I'm about to do.

"Noooooo..." She protests, before giggling, and playing with some strands of my hair.

"I'll buy you a drink." I offer.

"Deal." She agrees quickly, hiccuping.

--10 Minutes Later--

I've successfully switched outfits with Lindsey, and I buy her a martini.

I watch as Ashley's figure, wearing a black hoodie and a mask(though I can tell it's her by the blonde tendrils that aren't hidden under the hoodie), slips outside, and I'm quick to follow.

She moves swiftly, and seems to be headed into the woods behind the party.

She keeps a steady pace, but stops abruptly. I almost fall, but I manage to keep myself up, making almost no noise at all. She pulls out a phone, and types something quickly then puts it back in her pocket.

Thankfully, my phone is on vibrate, so when it buzzes against my chest(yes, I put it in my bra. don't judge, I was in a rush, and I don't have a purse with me...), I'm the only one who knows.

I check what the new text says:

Watch your back, bitch.

~A

My blood boils, knowing that A's like 5 ft in front of me, and I didn't know.

I walk forward, and pull down her hood. She spins around, and shock is clear in her eyes behind the mask.

"Maybe you should watch your back, A." I grimaces.

Suddenly dark figures jump out of nowhere.

"You don't know that she's A. It could be me..." One says, looking identical to her.

"Or me." Another says, getting a little too close for comfort.

"Maybe it's me." Another one says.

More and more seem to appear, and I do the only thing that comes to mind. Run.

I turn, and sprint into the woods. I have no idea where I am, or where I'm going. But I know one thing. With the constant sound of their footsteps behind me as a reminder, there's no turning back now.

One of them grabs my wrist, but I break free from their grasp, and continue running. The sharp branches on the trees ripping the fabric of the dress, but I don't dare stop for a second.

I look back once to see how close they are. Big mistake. I trip over a tree root, and fall. I scramble to my feet, knowing all to well, from my love for scary movies, that if I don't get up, then it's not gonna end well.

As I keeping running, they manage to cut me off. I try to change directions, but they have me cornered. They circle around, slowly closing in on me. The lyrics of 'Thriller', that I was happily dancing to with Sean less than an hour ago, play in my head now. Suddenly, there's no where left to run.

One of them grabs my arms from behind, and I fight their grip on me, but I can't get loose. Then, another brings a cloth with some type of drug in it to my mouth and nose. I try to get it off my face, but they hold it in place. I hold my breath for as long as I can, but soon I inhale the toxin, and everything goes black.

HARRY'S POV

I run into my place, with her following.

What are you gonna do?

I ignore her question, and grab a framed photo of us. "The only way to get over you is to forget about you." I tell her before throwing the picture down onto the hard wood floor. The ear-splitting sound of glass breaking sends a jolt through me, and I continue destroying memories.

No! Stop! You can't do this! You love me!

I block out her screaming protests, and continue shattering the images, hoping that the saying "out of sight, out of mind" will actually work. Then one photo makes my breath catch in my throat. It's from a time when everything was perfect, and we were....happy.

No.... Please, no.....

She pleads, tears running down her face. I know it's a hallucination, but it seems so real. She seems so real, so hurt.

No!

She screams as I pull out my lighter. I light one corner, and watch as the flames diminishes the picture until nothing is left but ash.

You monster.....

She spits, and I blink rapidly to keep from crying. I calm myself, and stand up(not bothering to pick up the mess), and walk over to the TV. It's on the news when I turn it on, and the headline makes my blood run stale.

"19 year old actress Ariana Grande reported missing from Bevery Hills Halloween party."

I pull out my phone without a second thought, and dial the number.

"Hello?" Alexa says.

"I know you probably never want to speak to me ever again--" I start.

"I don't have anything to say to you. Bye."

"Wait! I will never ever call or bother you ever again if you just answer one question for me."

"What?"

"Where's Ari?"

*A|N: okay so I know I have been gone but I have a good reason: I dropped my phone in the toilet. It's getting fixed right now, and stuff, and I'm using my aunt's iPad, but she doesn't have the app so it's different and.....yeah. WHERE THE FUCK IS ARI?!?!?! Oh wait. I already know, but I can't tell y'all. Sorry. I'll update when I can I guess.... PS: pray for my phone it was like so sad I like watched it die <|3 I cried. I tried like a drop of whiskey today, and that shit tasted like nail polish remover(at least how it smells) and it was burning the back of my throat, and I'm like "dayum! How the hell do people drink VODKA?!" Smh it was terrible...*

~Ashley(;