A Sweet Proposition

Chapter 1

Ariana was eating a forkful of her salad when Scooter announced something unexpected in their daily noon meeting. "Wait, wait what?"

She paused Rick and Morty for a second to actually listen to what he had to say, "That song deal with Harry Styles. He finished a song he is willing to sell to us, if you want to listen and..."

"Yes, oh my god yes." Ariana exhaled looking at the phone as if it was offending her by thinking otherwise. They have been trying to see if Harry was willing to write a song for her next album for a while now, however he has been so busy filming Don't Worry Darling and other Gucci projects that they were just now hearing back from him regarding any type of song being remotely ready for her.

"Awesome, he has a demo ready for us to tweak and add some of your own styling to when you're ready and-"

"When?" Ariana interrupted impatiently. She has her own plans to carry out after all.

"Oh man, that depends on you I guess he didn't specify. When are you free?"

Ariana snorted, "You should know."

"Well if you don't have anything personal to do this weekend we can set up some studio time on Saturday. Get yourself a COVID rapid test the day before, I'll ask for them to do the same and then we can see if he's up for that."

"Saturday good, yeah that's good. That works for me."

"Okay, I'll set it up for 10 AM then."

"Scooter?" Ariana bit her lip, gripping onto the sofa with one of her hands.

"Hm?" Scooter said distractedly, already typing away on something on the other end.

"Set it up for 10 AM, but don't get there until 11 yeah?"

"11? Why?"

"Just because," Ariana exhales, falling back onto her wide velvet sofa, cushions falling into the ground. "I just need to talk to him about something."

"Ari - don't do anything dumb."

She spluttered, throwing her legs vertical against the back of her soda, her long brown hair extensions falling down the side of the cushions to the floor. "I'm not going to do anything dumb-ish."

"Dammit Ari." Scooter breather, typing noises long gone.

"Just tell everyone to get there at 11, no sooner, pleaseeeeeeeeeee." She speaks into the phone, pouting although no one can see her.

A sigh was heard on the other end. "Fine, I'll tell Tommy and the others to meet us at 11... I'll tell Harry you'll be there a bit after 10, to maybe avoid his team being there too."

"Great, thank you." She smirked.

They said their goodbyes and Ariana shrieked into the nearby cushion. Just three more days.