The Spaces Between Us | hariana | liriana

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WARNING:SEXUAL CONTENT ;D

"But if you treat me right just the way that I want you, oh baby boy, I promise that I'll be on you. O-o-o-o-o-on you, night 'til the mo-o-o-o-orning"

-Be My Baby

Ariana Grande ft. Cashmere Cat

ARIANA'S POV

"Ari, go harder! I need 200% from you, and right now you're giving me 15%!" My choreographer, Isaac, urges me. It's been a while since the "Hariana" incident, as people call it, and Harry and I started dating shortly after that. Just 2 weeks later, we made it official. I, of course, made him stop smoking weed because I don't want him putting any unnecessary drugs in his body. After a couple months, I moved in with him, considering hotels are expensive. But once that happened, we both had to start focusing on our music. You'd think we're moving too fast but our whole lives are fast paced so this is an average speed for us.

"I'm trying, okay?! Just lay off!" I snap. I have a lot on my mind, and the last thing I need is Isaac yelling at me.

"Well, considering I've seen you try harder while sitting on your ass, I don't think you're trying!" He retorts.

"Ariana, just run through it perfectly once, then you can go." Scooter calmly compromises.

I've had enough of this bullshit, so I just put on my game-face. Then I notice that Harry has arrived to pick me up. The music starts up again, and I run through it perfectly, adding some extra sexier moves (so I don't look like I belong on Barney), earning some wolf-whistles from Brian and Scott, my twin dancers, along with ra smirk from Harry. I finish, breathless, before turning to Isaac.

"That good enough for you, Jackass?" I say.

"Eh, I give it 199%...." He replies.

I respond with a fake smile and a finger up in the air. He laughs.

"Ari, those sexy moves were a very nice touch....." Scott wiggles his eyebrows at me, as I giggle.

"Hey, that's Harry's property. Careful, keep flirting with her, and your signing your death warrant from Haz..." Brian warns his brother. Harry seems to agree with this comment as he throws his arm over my shoulder. I wouldn't say I'm property but I'll let it go this time because I know he didn't mean to objectify me.

I shake my head at them, then Harry whispers something in my ear. "Y'all are crazy... I'll be in the studio at 8 am for the recording session. I gotta go though, we got plans for later tonight...."

As I say this I see everyone smirking, with Scooter shaking his head. "What?"

"Ari, everyone knows when you say you guys have plans, you're going to fuck." Tracy, another one of my dancers says.

"That is--" I start.

"Completely true." Haz finishes as I push him playfully. "C'mon, babe, let's get going."

"Harold! I'm serious, I need her throat working perfectly for tomorrow, don't mess anything up!" Scooter points an accusing finger at both of us. It takes me a minute but then I realize he's thinking that I'll be sucking Harry's dick! My eyes widen, and everyone laughs at my embarrassment.

"Sorry, Scoot. No promises. That throat is strictly reserved for me and my--" Harry is soon cut off by me.

"And we're gonna leave now..." I state, pulling Harry towards the parking lot as I blush furiously. We get in the car, and start driving off.

Everything is calm in the car. It's silent, but not awkward. Harry's hand rests on my thigh tracing small circles as he drives. Did I say everything was calm? Yeah, that didn't last long. Pretty soon, Harry's hand starts traveling up my thigh.