Justin Bieber
Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Monday, 11:38 pm
I feel someone grab my hand and immediately open my eyes. It's Ariana, and I can see that she has tears in her eyes.
"Bubbles, what's wrong?" I sit up, resting my hand on her shoulder.
"I can't sleep and all I hear is thunder and all I see is lightning. I just want to go to sleep." She cries.
I pull her in for a hug, rubbing her back.
"You're okay, Ari. You're safe in here, with all these people to protect you. I will never let you get hurt. There will never be a time that you're not safe, especially when you're with me."
"Justin, I know that, but I also know that thunderstorms scare the crap out of me and I hate them. I wanna go to sleep and I can't. It's like I'm being tortured."
"I'm sorry, Ariana."
"Hey, what's wrong with my Ana?" Frankie pushes the door open and walks inside the room, making sure he closes the door behind him.
"She's scared. Of the storm." I tell him.
"Aw, babe, no. Come here." I let go of Ariana and she sits on the edge of the bed with Frankie.
"Why are you crying?" Frankie asks.
"Because I'm scared." Ariana answers, leaning her head on Frankie's shoulder.
"And what are you scared of?"
"The storm. You know I hate thunder. And lightning."
"Well, Ari, is there thunder and lightning in here?"
Ariana shakes her head, wiping her eyes.
"Exactly. So we've come to the conclusion that you're perfectly safe in here with Justin, right?"
Ariana doesn't answer him and he nudges her.
"Right, Ariana?"
"Yes, Frankie."
"Okay then. You're safe in here, plus you're Frankie Grande's little sister. There is no way in hell that I'm going to allow you to be scared of some wimpy little storm. Are we good?"
Ariana nods, wiping her face on Frankie's shirt.
"Thanks for that. Guess I'll be changing my shirt now."
"Thank you, Frankie." Ariana throws her arms around Frankie's neck, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I love you."
"Love you too, little sis. Now go to sleep and stop worrying me."
Ariana laughs, letting go of Frankie and getting back under the covers.
"Justin, come here." Frankie stands up and starts to walk towards the door.
"No, you can't leave me in here alone!" Ariana says.
"He'll be right back." Frankie opens the door and we both walk into the hall.
Once the door is closed again, he starts whispering.
"I know you like my little sister, and that's okay. You two really need to stop trying to hide it because it is way too obvious. But I brought you out here to tell you that I'm trusting you with her. I know she's a lot to handle, but I've been doing it my whole life. I'm passing her down to you. You think you're ready for that?"
"I don't think, I know."
"Good answer, little man. Now go to bed."
Frankie pulls me in for a hug before opening the bedroom door and pushing me inside.
"What'd he want?" Ariana asks.
"Nothing. Just for us to go to bed."
"I like that idea."
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What's Real
Fanfiction*The title is not a question, it's a statement. And I know they might not look twelve, but they are.* Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber are 12 year old pop stars, both under the same manager, Scooter Braun. While on their first world tour together, J...