stuck with him

nine

dalton's pov

it was the next morning and i woke up with ariana in my arms again. i was still thinking about the article i read last night and i was kinda pissed. i wanted to bring it up to her but i didn't know how.

'good morning cutie.' i heard from beside me.

'mornin.' i mumbled.

'are you okay?' ariana asked looking up at me.

'i'm fine. don't worry about it.'

i watched as ariana slowly got off of me and went to the washroom. i could see the look in her eyes and part of me felt bad, but i wasn't gonna let myself get hurt again. if she wanted sex she should have just asked for it instead of leading me on.

'what the fuck?' i heard from the washroom.

'what?' i snapped.

'there's this article talking about-'

'about how you use people for sex? yeah i saw it.'

'are you mad about something?' ariana asked stepping out of the washroom.

i honestly have no idea what came over me. i don't know if it was because of the past with my ex or if i was just in a bad mood, but i completely lost it.

'i don't know? would you be mad if i was using you for sex?' i huffed.

'dalton, i'm not using you for anything. i swear.'

'right. that's why we almost had sex last night which you initiated.'

'we were drunk and you sure as hell weren't complaining last night.' she defended.

'i wasn't complaining because i thought you wanted to do more then get in my pants.'

'if i wanted to just 'get in your pants' i would have done so the night we met. obviously i thought this was more than that.'

'just tell the truth.' i said annoyed.

every little thing i said she fought back and denied. she's a celebrity she wouldn't wanna date someone like me in the first place. i don't understand why she just won't admit what she's doing.

after yelling for what seemed like forever ariana sighed and sat down beside me.

'can we just take a break and talk please?' she asked

'ariana leave me alone for a minute.' i mumbled.

'but please i just wanna talk.'

'just go away.'

'i'm sor-'

'oh my god, this is exactly why your exes all leave you. you try and use me and now you can't give me five minutes alone? go be a whore somewhere else.' i shouted.

tears started to form in ariana's eyes and i immediately regret what i said. i was mad, but i think i may have took it too far.

ariana's pov

as soon as he said that a broke down. i told myself i was unlovable and i was right. i wasn't using him for sex or anything like that. the media says a different thing about me every week and every time i have to shut it down.

'i'm sorry, i didn't mean that.' dalton said placing his hand on my thigh.

'don't. it's fine.' i sobbed standing up and grabbing my things.

'ariana don't go i said i didn't mean it.' he pleaded.

'you meant it dalton don't lie.'

'we were fighting and i took it too far. i know.'

'we were only fighting because instead of talking to me about my intentions you made assumptions. if you would have just asked me i would have told you i had feelings for you.'

'had?' he questioned.

'have. but it doesn't matter now.' i said as i watched his face drop again.

i walked passed dalton slamming the door on my way out as i drove to the nearest bar. it was the middle of the day and i probably shouldn't be drinking, but in the state of mind i was in nothing was gonna stop me.

i parked my car and walked in to the bar. it was dead so i grabbed a seat right in front of the bartender. she poured me five shots and i easily took them all. i starred outside and drowned myself in my thoughts.

dalton's pov

it had been a few hours since ariana left and i had time to think some things over. i knew i was in the wrong for not talking to her about it and just making assumptions. i was just so used to being hurt in the past that it feels as though that's always the case.

i had feelings for her too, but i couldn't even tell her that before she stormed out. i just wanted to hold her in my arms and never let go. why did i have to mess everything up?

suddenly my phone lit up and it was a text from ariana.

tw: sexual assault

text messages from dalton's phone:

ariana 🤍

hehg daktin

ariana?

i nehd hekp

baby i don't understand.
have you been drinking?

help me please
233 elm strhet

i'm coming don't worry

(end of messages)

i could feel my pulse racing as i immediately got in my car and drove to the address ariana sent. i remember passing by this bar on my way to her house the other day so it wasn't hard for me to find.

i jumped out of the car and ran to the bar swinging the door open.

'get off of her now!' i yelled raising my fist.

all the guys quickly ran off as i looked at ariana's shaking half naked body. i quickly scooped her up in my arms and held her while she cried on my chest.

'i know it's hard to talk about, but did they..' i trailed off.

'no. almost,' she managed to get out.

my heart broke into a million pieces. this is all my fault, i shouldn't have let her leave while she was like that. i never want to let go of her.

'can i take you home?' i asked kissing her forehead.

she nodded in agreement and i picked her up and grabbed the keys out of her pocket. i didn't want her car left outside of a bar in the middle of the night so i'll come get mine tomorrow.

i placed her in the car gently and she put her head in her hands crying. i rubbed her back from the drivers seat the whole way home.

when we got to her house i picked her back up again and brought her to her room. i gave her my hoodie and helped her change into it making sure she was okay the entire time.

'i'm sorry.' she croaked looking up at me.

'ariana, you have nothing to be sorry for.' i said stroking her cheek.

'i just want to sleep and forget about everything that happened today.' she sighed.

i took her in my arms as i pulled the covers over us. she moved her body as close as it could be towards mine and wrapped her arms around my neck.

'goodnight beautiful. i'm sorry.' i whispered.

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