We Still Made It Together// Dallas Winston

Chapter 26

Bambi's P.O.V

I woke up, slightly confused as to why I was in Dally's bed but then I remembered everything. I looked down at my hand and saw Dally's ring. I softly smiled, biting the inside of my cheek.

He said he loved me.. And I said it back. I hate myself for crying, I hate myself for finally letting my feelings out. Dally probably thinks I'm back to being my soft, dramatic self. He probably doesn't even mean anything he said last night. He doesn't love anyone, especially not me. He only saw me as a fuck buddy.

I kissed his cheek, getting up and pulling Dally's shirt off, throwing it at him as I looked around for my dress. I couldn't find it but I didn't want to turn the light on and wake Dallas up. I jumped, gasping as I felt hands on my waist.

"Sorry doll, didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face into my neck.

"It's fine." I softly whispered, the heat from his body warmed me up and I totally forgot that I was just in my bra and panties.

"Did you tell Keith I was with you?" I asked, placing my hands on his. He nodded, planting a kiss on my neck and I sighed, leaning into his body.

"Where's my dress?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"I don't know." He chuckled, brushing my hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead.

I nodded, sighing as I rested my head on his chest and I felt his hand slide down my back, resting on my ass.

"Dal." I sighed, looking up at him.

"Bambs." He mocked, looking down at me with a smirk.

"You're so annoying." I groaned.

"You love me though." He said, his smirk growing wider.

"I hate you right now." I glared at him.

"Right now.." He said, picking me up. I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"You're so pretty." He mumbled under his breath, pushing a couple strands of hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead.

I softly smiled, running my fingers through his hair and gently kissed him.

"Do you mean what you said?" I softly whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Mean what?" He asked, placing his hand on my cheek.

"Do you actually love me?" I asked, leaning into his hand.

"Yeah.. I do." He softly smiled, gently kissing me again.

"Promise this won't be like one of our flings. With you it always ends up like that and I don't want to fall even more in love with you just to say it meant nothing." I said, pulling away.

"Promise doll. Why would I say I loved you if I didn't mean it? I don't tell anyone I love them and you know that." He furrowed his eyebrows, setting me down.

"I know.. I just. I'm scared." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Y'know you can just say you don't love me. I get it. Everyone I love doesn't love me back and just betrays me." He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Dal.." I whispered, placing my hand on his arm.

"Your dress is in the corner." He mumbled, opening the door and walking downstairs.

I grabbed my dress, pulling it on as I slid my heels on. I left Dally's jacket in his room, not wanting to take it.

I knew he wasn't going to stay the same. He wasn't the same. He was a dick now, cold and uncaring about anybody.

I swear when we get to the Curtis' he's going to act like he never said anything to me and go partying. I fidgeted with my fingers, still not fully bottled up to myself anymore. I felt like I could cry but I already cried and I didn't want to again.

I felt a cold metal against my hand and when I looked down I saw Dallas' ring and that's when I broke. I crawled into Dallas' bed, curling into myself as I just let myself cry. I cried out everything I didn't cry out last night.

I wasn't crying for long until I felt the bed sink and an arm wrap around me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, kissing my shoulder. I didn't move or say anything. I continued to cry, letting him hold onto me.

After a while I turned towards him, tightly holding onto him and burying my face into his chest.

He held onto me, rubbing my back and kissing my head as he just held me tightly. I finally stopped crying after a while and I just silently laid there with him, sniffling into his chest.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I was just scared. I mean you stormed out on me for asking a simple question, how is this supposed to work? We're going to argue 24/7."

"So you think we shouldn't date?" He asked.

"I don't know. Do you think we are going to work out?" I sniffled.

"I don't know. I mean, we work good as friends and fuck buddies." He shrugged.

"So no." I sighed. "Listen Dal. I love you, I really do but we aren't made to date. We learned to just stick to one night stands, don't get attached, and not to love anyone. Do you really think we'll be able to commit to a healthy relationship?"

"Listen.. I-I really don't know. I mean I haven't felt this way about anyone. Not even Sylvia. I mean, you just get me man. We grew up together for the most part, you saw the side of me I want nobody to see, the side nobody will ever see. I mean, if you think I'm going to go off and cheat I'm not going to, I know how it feels with Sylvia going around and cheating every chance she gets. If you don't want to try, just say it." He said. I could see his cold brown eyes turn into a lighter, honey brown shade.

The shade I remember, the shade I looked into everyday. He didn't look so cold and intimidating, he looked like he was being honest, like he could break any second. I didn't know what to say or do so out of instinct I tightly hugged him.

I'm guessing he needed it by the way he quickly, and tightly, wrapped his arms around me. I knew he finally broke, he was no longer showing it in anger as I felt my shoulder slowly get soaked with his hot tears.

I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his head as I sighed. I knew he needed to let a lot out, he had it tougher than me and he made it seem so easy to just be cold.

"Dal." I whispered, tightening my grip on him. I never wanted to let go, I felt like we were back in New York and it was one of the days his dad beat him badly. I mean he always did but every month he always got it bad.

He'd be swollen and bruised all over his body and I couldn't hug him as tight as I wanted to or else I would hurt him even more. It was such a bitter sweet moment but it brought me joy. He was the only one I could cry with, laugh with, cause trouble with, and love in the time I needed it most.

I guess when he said to stop letting people in I thought I lost the love as well but I didn't. I never stopped loving him, in fact it got stronger until I finally noticed it.

I loved Dallas Winston, I would die for him and I knew he would die for me too, he would give his whole life for me and I figured it out all because of an anxiety attack, all because we let each other back in.

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