I've got it all; (ON HOLD)

Ariana's POV


Doing a shoot with One Direction for publicity? I think I can do that. That's only a few hours. But dating one of them? I don't think so. I'll have a talk with John, and tell him that I'm not ready for something like that. Even if the relationship is fake. It's not just about me hating on Harry, I might not even have to date him, it's simply about me not wanting to be with anyone. Not yet anyway. And even though our relationship will be fake, I honestly don't want to flirt with someone in public for no other reason than to satisfy other people. If I don't satisfy myself in the progress, it's pointless. I groan as I sit up in my bed, pushing my over-thinking thoughts aside. I feel tired and stressed, and I don't know why. I need to sleep but I can't fall asleep, and that's irritating the shit out of me. I need to loosen up and relax; now that is something I can do.


"Shane!" I call for her as I shift my legs so they're dangling off the bed.

"What do you want?" She comes into my room with a groan.

I love living with Shane, it's so easy to get to her when I need her. I hate calling people and waiting at least an hour before they answer. That's never the case with Shane, whenever I call, vocally, she's there. She never leaves my side.

"Let's go out tonight," I smirk up at her annoyed face. Even though we went out less than 48 hours ago, I need to go out again. My stress levels are high.

She taps on the door with two of her fingers as she bites the inside of her cheeks. "I wanted to spend the night with my boyfriend, but, seeing that I can't let you go out alone," she shrugs. "Where to?"


I jump to the floor in excitement as I pull her in for a hug. I guess I'm just happy, Shane doesn't allow me to go out that much, she says it's dangerous. But I really, really am in need of alcohol. Maybe some drugs too. Or no, I can live without drugs.


"I have no idea! We'll see where the evening takes us!" I smile at my words as I walk to my dresser.


"Can I borrow a dress then? You know I don't own a lot of clubbing dresses," Shane sighs and I hear my cat meowing from my room. "Oh shut up," Shane snaps at him.

"Hey, leave Mr. Kittens alone," I turn my attention to her as I pull out a clubbing dress. I hold the dress out for Shane's judgment and she gives me a nod before falling down on my bed.


"What do you want to wear?" I ask her as I place the dress I picked on a chair.

"What about what I wore to Stone's party?" She asks as she props herself up on an elbow and runs her free hand through her hair.

I turn back to my dresser and search of the outfit.


"You have rehearsal tomorrow, we can't stay out late," she reminds me, causing me to groan as I pull the outfit out for her.

"Here you go," I hand her the clothes.

She gives me a smile before standing up to leave my room. "It's almost 8, you might want to hurry," she tells me before disappearing out of my room.


I sigh as I reach for the dress on my bed. "Hey Mr. Kittens," I coo my cat. I got him about 4 months ago, and he's the cutest thing ever. Even if he has no hair. Shane hates him, of course. Mr. Kittens purrs at me in approval of me scratching his belly and I giggle as he stretches out on my bed. I walk to my bathroom and sit down on the chair in front of my makeup table. I plug in my curling iron and start with my makeup while waiting for the curling iron to warm. I draw a thin layer of eyeliner for my eyes and reach for my mascara. After flattering my eye lashes on the mascara stick, I put the mascara back into my makeup box and take my curling iron in my hand. I make light curls at the bottom of my hair and unplug my curling iron. Shane might scold me for this again, but I make a high pony with my hair and watch as the light curls fall down to my shoulders.

"Ariana can I borrow some mascara?" Shane enters my bathroom. She looks tired, but I think she needs tonight just as much as I do. Even though I had time to rest for a while-Shane included-I have to start on my new songs soon and as fun as that may sound, it's exhausting. In a month I have to tour again and Shane always goes with. I'm never this tired, Shane's never this tired either, but right before we have to start with new songs or a new tour, we get exhausted just thinking about it.


I give Shane a nod before walking past her to my room. I undress myself and step into my outfit for the night. I walk to my mirror and do a small turn as I inspect my outfit. "How do I look?" I see Shane walking back into my room.


"You always look good," she chuckles. "Finish up," she orders before leaving my room again. "And fix your hair!" She yells.


She always tells me to finish up but I always start dressing before her, even though she somehow manages to be dressed and look all good before I do. And my hair? I'm leaving it like this. I hate getting all hot and sweaty because of my hair laying all over my back, neck and shoulders. I reach for my favorite pair of black heels and step into them before looking at myself in the mirror again. I grab my handbag on my bed and throw everything I might need in it. After giving Mr. Kittens a kiss, I walk out of my room. I make my way to the kitchen and take an apple from the kitchen island. While patiently waiting for Shane, I take my phone out and log into twitter. I go through some tweets and decide to be friendly today.

A girl by the name "Mary69Anne" tweeted



"Saw Ariana at a club with 1D and Ed Sheeran, Selena was there too but who gives a shit about her?"



I chuckle at her tweet and respond with



"Someone in One Direction seems to be very affected by her ;)"



After tweeting it I scroll down and laugh at another tweet by someone with the name "ForeverHateHarry".



"Ariana Grande looked smoking at the VMA's! Harry was all over her at the club! You can do SO MUCH better!"


"What are you wetting your pants about?" Shane's voice echoes through the kitchen.

"Nothing," I calm down my laughter. "You look nice," I send her a wink as I reach for my car keys.

"You're not driving. You're probably getting drunk, so am I, so we'll get your driver," she sternly tells me as she grabs my keys from my hands.


I sigh at her but decide not to argue, knowing that she's right. Tonight, I will get drunk, and I hope there's at least some attractive guys around the club tonight. Well wherever we're going. I need my eye candy.

Notes

Short chapter I know, but it's a filler for the clubbing chapter. Sorry for the long wait, I kind of don't feel like writing this story anymore.

Ariana's outfit
Shane's outfit

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