Armani Oneshots

2. i cant quit you

warning: mild self harm

"Leave!" Normani flinches at Joan's strained tone. Her heart shatters, Joan was the only one who knew of Normani's feelings for the fellow singer. She was the one who urged her to come clean, but she took it too far with trying to impress the singer, it almost cost her her life. Normani ruined Ariana's mental state, especially after all the shit she's been through with her other ex's. God she felt stupid.

Normani nods and walk out of the hospital room scratching her wrists. Her scratching her wrists raw had become a habit these past few days. She felt disgusted with herself, so disgusted her wrist itch with the need to inflict pain on herself. Ariana was in a coma and it was all her fault.

As Normani walked out of the hospital she is bombarded with questions from the press. She tried her best to ignore most of the noise but soon the questions started getting more personal.

"Is it true that you were having an affair with Ariana before the incident happened!?"

"Were you and Ariana lovers!?"

"Is it true that her suicide attempt was your fault?" Normani's movement paused as did her heart. The question echoed through her head over and over. A tear slip out before she pushes pass all of the paparazzi. The crowd watches and mummer amongst themselves seeing the black woman run to her car.

Now away from the group, Normani could no longer keep her sobs in. All of this was the last thing she wanted to happen. It was all sinking in for her all at once. She could hardly see her car door as she opened it.

"I.." Normani was at a lost for words. She had never known pain like this. If the performer knew the effect she had on Ariana's mental state, she would've came clean sooner.

"A little too late for that." She mused humorlessly to herself. She wipes at her eyes to try and get rid of the tears but they kept flowing. Ignoring it she starts up her car and exits the parking lot.

-

Normani had been driving aimlessly around for 30 full minutes her mind going a mile a minute.

"Maybe it's best if I leave her alone. I'll retire and stay in a small cabin with like a shit ton of dogs. But Ariana would love that just as much." Images of her and Ariana pops in her mind so she wasn't focused on the road. Suddenly a small kid ran out into the street, Normani blinked and acted as fast a she could by swerving the car away from the young boy. That sent her off the road and down the hill, cause her car to flip over and over down into the ditch. Everything went black.

~ three days later ~

Brown eyes open to a dark room. They immediately recognize the room to be a hospital room, despite the fogginess in them.

"Hhuh" An attempt to speak was banish from the dryness in the throat. Those brown eyes blink and scan the room again. Over to her right lie a figure on a love seat curled up in a blanket. It was her mom. Ariana smiled a little seeing her moms usually pressed and styled hair all frizzled.

The dryness in her throat becoming more uncomfortable , she press the nurse button. A few seconds later the door burst open and in came two nurses and a doctor ready to aid their patient. Is this all necessary? Thought the singer with a mental eye roll.

She points to her throat and mouths for water. The nurse nods and pull out a new bottle of water out of her fanny pack. Ariana looked at her confused. "It was for me, I just purchased it." Ariana could only shrug and pry open the smart water. She gulps it down within minutes and let out a satisfactory sigh.