IMAGINE a world like that...

•the bodyguard•

~in wich~
A secret relationship is tested to the extreme, and one must chose their job, or the love of their life.....
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(A/N: we gon pretend that ari never finished the dangerous woman tour after Manchester. Also, you have heterochromia: two different color eyes)

Sorta long chap

Ariana's pov

As I sit in my glam chair, I Laugh, panning my phone over to Josh who is singing my song with all his heart, praising him as he hits the high note, or trys to at least.

Tho, once he notices that I'm recording he hides his face with the hair brush, making me frown

"oh come on! Boo! Boring!" I say to him, ending the video and tucking my phone away

"Girl, I'm camera shy, you know this" he says brushing out my ponytail

"And? You were killing it, and my fans love when you sing" I responded as I posted the video I had just recorded to my Instagram story

"Fuck them fans" he says, tightening my extension in place making me hiss

"Ow josh!" I mumbled out, scrunching my face up in pain.

"Sorry" he responded

And just then someone walks in the room, making both me and Josh turn our heads in curiosity to see who it was

"Hey bestie" vic says walking over to sit on the couch nest to me, alexa following behind her

"Hiiii" I drag out "Holy shit, I'm so excited to see yall. My anxiety has been through the roof" I say clapping my hands together in happiness

"Same, a shopping day has been long overdue, I'm not holding back with this one" alexa spoke

"Relax, hoe. We're not even gonna be out that long, Mrs popstar here has a show to preform" vic says raising her eyebrows

Just hearing her say that made me nervous

"Speaking of....are you ready? Any nerves or doubts?" Vic asked referring to my opening show for my sweetener world tour

It's been 2 years since what happened on May 22nd....2 years since I've set foot on a tour stage. And 2 years since my life changed for the worst. I had just finished preforming the closing song for my set list, and I was in my dressing room...that's when it happened. When someone decided to commit a senseless crime and take the lives of so may innocent people. Adults, teenagers....children.

I was a fucking mess. At that point, my mental health had never been worse. I had nightmares, ptsd, anxiety, all of it, and it didn't help that people were blaming me for what happened. Blaming me for something I had no control over whatsoever.

After it happened, I put on a benefit concert for the lives that were lost, and for the people of Manchester. But I was done, burnt out, exhausted, terrified, all of it. Any emotions you could think of besides the happy ones...I was feeling it. It got to the point that my mom and frankie had to stay with me at all times to make sure I didn't freak the fuck out.