One Less Problem

Rumours and Plans

'Stop!' I screamed chucking the magazine across my room, it hit my full length mirror before it fell onto the ground in a crumpled position.

My eyes burned as tears threatened to spill out. I took a deep calming breath before attempting to blink the tears away.

A small knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts.

'Go away.' I moaned before quickly wiping away the few tears that had traveled down my cheek.

Frankie's head popped into my room, a worried expression on his face.

'What's wrong Ari?' He asked in a soft tone. I pointed to the magazine in the corner of my room before collapsing on my queen size bed.

Frankie gracefully walked over to where the magazine was discarded. He carefully picked it up and started reading the article that caused my sadness.

Ariana Grande the sweet girl with a budding music career... Which is what I would've said last year! This year Ariana Grande has dropped her sweet girl act and is now the new diva in town!

Insiders tell us that during a recent photo shoot Grande made them delete all the photos of her and abruptly left during the middle of the photo shoot! Now can I say rude?!

Let's not forget that she wears hair extensions, can you not see the fakeness?!

I just can't wait until this one hit wonder star is gone and forgotten!

After reading the article Frankie scrunched the whole magazine up and threw it at the wall, a look of anger plastered on his face.

'My magazine,' I whined, not really actually caring about the magazine.

Frankie looked at me like he forgot I was there, his anger immediately melting into sympathy.

'Aw Ari,' Frankie cooed as he crawled onto my bed next to me, which was quite hard considering I was sprawled out across my plush white bed leaving barely any room for him to sit.

He lay down next to me and gently used his thumb to wipe away the tears running down my face.

'Ari you should know by now that those type of horrible reporters will make up anything for a good story, they care who they hurt for just a little bit of gossip.' Frankie reasoned still using the same soft tone. I sighed dramatically.

'I know! But none of that is even true! And now everything thinks I'm a terrible person.' I managed to choke out before the tears started streaming down my face. I quickly grabbed one of my soft white pillows before burying my face in it, attempting to silent my crying.

'Ari, I don't think you should underestimate your Arianators. They love you, and so do I. They won't believe those rumours for a second.' Frankie gently reminded me before he silently left the room. He was the best brother I could ask for.

For a few minutes all that could be heard was my muffled sobs. I finally removed the pillow off my face to reveal two dark spots from where my makeup had been absorbed into the pillow.

I sighed before snuggling under my soft comforter and pulling the blanket right up to my chin.

I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up with the sunlight blaring on my face. I opened my eyes to see that I forgot to close my curtains. I groaned before looking at the clock. 10:40am.

I heaved myself of my bed and groggily walked over to my mirror.

I looked horrible.

My makeup had been smudged and my mascara had stained my face. My eyes were red and puffy, and my usually neatly styled hair was knotted in a birds nest.