Simon Says

"Takeout?"

Ariana's POV

The silence filled the room. It was as thick as possible. He's still sitting there head down tapping his foot. His hand is behind his neck rubbing it nervously.

"Do you like takeout?" I ask breaking the strong silence with a smile.

He's head jerks up and he just nods.

".....Okayyyy" I dial my driver and have him pick up pizza and deliver it.

"I hope you like pizza, it should be here in 20" I say plopping down on the couch

He's still just sitting there with his head down. And his elbows on his knees

"Listen" I say stern and sit up to get closer to him. He looks up with his big green eyes...i don't even have to stare at them long to know that he's been crying for at least a week straight.

That's when it all hit me. I loosened up my voice. It was obvious he was hurt. He just lost the love of his life.....but it was his choice. or was it?

"I know you don't know me....and I don't know you" I say "but.....you can tell me"

He still has the same expression on his face, emotionless and dull.

"If....if they are making you do this....tell me" I whisper " I will tell them it's my fault that I don't want to do it anymore and I won't ever bother you again" I say

His eyes lighten up "you'd do that?" He ask

"...Yea....yea I would, just tell me if you want me to back out. There's no point in doing this if you aren't ready" I say
His face fades away the slight smile I was starting to see.

"....It's not going to change anything, they'll just find someone else" he huffs and looks back down

"They might....or they might just give up cause they will see how hard it was just to try and get me" I try to assure him

He laughs "have you met my manager. Nothing will ever stop her from trying"

I just stare blankly at his face.....I was not expecting that. The pizza arrives and I go to take it.

"Yea....but it's worth a shot" I shrug putting the pizza on the table. I open the lid and spin it around grabbing the pizza straight in front of me. It's some superstition thing I have, it's dumb yea I know.

"...Why are you doing this?" He asks

"Because...." I say nervously, bitting into the pizza.

"There has to be a reason" he says

"Maybe I'm just extremely nice" I smirk

"Doubt it" he chuckles grabbing a slice.

I swat his arm playfully " HEY, watch it styles" I say wagging my finger at him with a smirk on my lips

"..Your not so bad " he smirks
It's nice to see a change from an emotionless prick to a nice playful guy.

"Who said I was" I gasp holding my chest

"Ariana Grande biggest diva, hard to work with, a brat" he says imitating an announcer voice "it's your title." He says taking another bite.

"Harry Styles, womanizer, dates women over 70, sleeps with every girl that comes his way" I mock him

"ha, far from it" he laughs

"And what makes you think it's not the same with me" I ask knowing I proved him wrong

"Touche" he smiles