Imagines

Congratulations (Ariana)

Y/n G!P

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's a fucking PR stunt, Y/n!"

I scoffed, whipping around in anger and nearly colliding with a exasperated Ariana as I did. We were arguing for the one millionth night in a row about the same damn topic. Pete. "Wow, your publicity people are really upping their goddamn game! Getting engaged just to get a few fans? That's the best thing since Jesus!" I sarcastically spat, steam practically coming out of my ears. "You should give them a raise! Hell, they deserve a fucking nobel peace prize!"

I stormed off again, continuing my previous journey to the front door so I could angrily drive to the nearest gym and punch away my frustration.

"Don't walk away from me!" I ignored her. Damn, the front door was far. Why did her house have to be so big? "Y/n, I love you, and I don't even think of Pete that way! Why are you getting so angry when you know its all fake?"

Her words caused me to stop in my tracks. "I'm angry because Pete is obviously in love with you! I'm angry because this tiny month you've 'been' with him, is more real to the world than the three years of our relationship!" I pulled my hair lightly, tears of anguish building in my eyes. "You know how many cute post I've gotten from you, Ariana? How many mentions? Comments? Fucking Likes? Hell, You don't even follow me." Even though my voice was calm, my soul was raging, and I knew that this was it. Either my words would change something or I would be done with this. I would force myself to be. "Of course, that isn't the most important thing to me, but damn Ariana. I just want to feel.. Appreciated. I want to feel like you're proud to be with me." My voice cracked as I hoarsely whispered my next words. "I mean, I know I'm not the prettiest, and I'm a-a.. freak for having a dick between my legs, but even I don't deserve to be a dirty secret."

Silence pervaded through the room, and I waited with bated breath. Ariana seemed frozen, her eyes wide, mouth slightly parted as she blinked rapidly. Finally, her head slightly lowered, and she refused to meet my eyes. "Y/n, I love you so much, and I want to tell that to the whole world.. But.. Being with you publicly would hurt my image." Her gaze panickedly shot up as she muttered those words. Regret physically surged through her entire being, but the damage was already done. "Baby, I didn't m-mean it like that! I swear!"

In that moment, being alive had never hurt as much. Every breath felt like it was dragged through strangled lungs. Every beat of my heart pumping blood through an organ that had a gaping wound in it. Walking towards the anxious woman, I planted a soft kiss on her hair, breathing in her scent slowly. "I hope one day you learn to love Pete as much as he loves you. Congratulations on the engagement."

I backed up, dodging her reaching hands as she desperately tried to keep me close. "Y/n, no! I didn't mean it like that! Please, baby, please don't leave me! I need you!" Her breath came in strained gasp as tears gushed down her cheeks like waterfalls.

Walking towards the door, I refused to look back at her, knowing even one glance at the hurting girl would break my resolve. "Goodbye, Moonlight."

The door shut with a resounding thud behind me, and it took everything in me not to fall apart before I made it into my jeep.

Ariana was right. If people knew she was with someone like me.. Pete was good for her. I was just an already broken girl whose parents abused and disowned because of how I was made. Every friend I've ever had was dragged down by being associated with me, and I didn't want Ariana to go through that. She was too pure for the world, and she didn't need a mistake like me messing that up.

She was better off with Pete, and I was better alone.

Not like I wasn't used to it already.

To make a part two or not to make a part two, that is the question.