🎧 the boy is mine - Ariana Grande

You were Ellie’s stalker.

Your eyes would always focus on her as she was on the news for the police department.

God, she was your angel, and your future wife.

You’d do anything for her, hell, you even had pictures of her all around your wall like you were suddenly religious.

You wanted her attention

No.

You needed it.

So you had to make yourself noticed, right?

Taking pictures of her in public while she was on patrol simply wasn’t enough, surely she noticed the feeling of eyes burning into her back, she seemed uncomfortable, yet desperate to find out who her stalker was.

You needed her.

Though she was very skeptical and very observant.

You cursed to yourself as she started a search for a potential stalker.

Fuck.

You spent hours on your appearance, doing multiple face masks and eventually doing your hair and makeup.

A seductive yet soft smoky look with curled hair and a light red lipstick, and then putting on a black skirt and a black tank top paired with a leather jacket and some boots.

Perfect.

Then when you went into a mall and into a store where you obviously knew she was patrolling at, you knew her entire schedule. Then you purposely bumped into her.

Yes!

Her large, veiny hands that you only fantasized about caught your waist as she looked down at your shorter body, and your hands on her chest, looking up at her as if she was a Greek Goddess.

At her height and strength, she could dominate you.

She raised an eyebrow at the way you were staring at her.

You swore your heart stopped.

“Are you alright, m’aam?” Ellie asked, with genuine concern on her face, but also referring to the obsessive staring you gave her and the way you were gripping her shirt.

You were definitely on her suspect list.

You were mentally screaming, you didn’t want to let go, your felt as though your whole existence revolved around her.

The girl is mine.

Ellie fucking Williams, the woman that you are.