No one will love you like I do -Dylan Holland love story.

Chapter 28.

*Few Weeks Later* 

I wake up next to Dylan and see him still sleeping. I smile but shake my head. I'm mad at him. He still hasn't told his fans. Every time I bring it up, he just shakes his head and tells me not to worry. I lay there and wait for him to wake up. 

Good morning. He mumbles. 

I turn so my back is facing him. 

What's wrong? He asks. 

Hmm, I wonder. I mutter. 

Andrea, I'm going to tell them. He says. 

Oh yeah? When? I ask. 

I don't know. He replies. 

Whatever Dylan, don't tell them. I say. 

Okay, I won't! He says raising his voice. 

Great Dylan, that's awesome. I say sarcastically. 

You know what?! He yells.

I get scared. 

The engagement, it's off! You have been annoying me so much! Asking me when I'm going to tell them all the time! It's over, get out! Get away from me! Go! He screams at me. 

I start crying. I take my ring off and throw it at him. I grab a bag and aimlessly grab clothes and shove them into the bag. I walk out of the room, grab my phone and run outside. 

I hate you! I scream while running out the door. 

I get in my car and I set my head on the steering wheel, bawling. Eventually I calm down and start the car. I look up and see Dylan standing in the doorway. I shake my head and drive away. I drive to Alyssa's and stumble inside. She runs out of her room and hugs me right away. She brings me to her room and we lay down. I lay there crying and I eventually calm down. 

What happened? She asks. 

D-Dylan called i-it off. He broke up with m-me and t-told me to leave. I say stuttering. 

Aw, Andrea. I'm sorry. She says rubbing my back. 

I cry silently just wishing it didn't happen. After a while I stop crying and once I'm calm again I sit up. 

We got in a fight. It wasn't even that bad, and he got really mad and called it off. I say. 

What was it about? She asks. 

Him not telling fans. He called me annoying for asking all the time. Then told me to leave. I reply. 

She nods and I lay down crying again. I just lay there crying while she comforts me. 

*Dylan's P.O.V.* *3 days later*

I made a huge mistake. I lay there wishing I hadn't done it. She didn't deserve that, but now she hates me. She's not going to forgive me. I dial her number so many times but I can't hit call. I feel so alone. I start to fall asleep but then I hear my phone ringing. I look and see it's Andrea. 

Hello? I answer. 

Hey, I'm coming to get the rest of my stuff. She says. 

Can we talk? I ask. 

Sure, I'll be there soon. She replies hanging up. 

I hurry up and get dressed and I wait for her. She walks in and walks past me. I follow her and once we're in the room I stop her. 

Listen Andrea, I'm sorry. I know that isn't enough, but can we try again. Please? I ask. 

She turns away and starts packing her things into a bag. 

Right now, I can't forgive you. I'm just going to go away for a little while. I might come back, I really don't know. She replies. 

Andrea, I didn't mean it. I say. 

She continues packing her things. 

You still said it, and it still hurt. She mumbles. 

But I love you. I say. 

And I love you too, but sometimes it just doesn't work out. She replies. 

Please don't do this. I beg. 

Dylan, I just need time. Chances are, I'll come back. Okay? She replies. 

I nod and pull her in for a hug. She hugs back, I hold back tears praying this isn't the last time I hold her in my arms. She pulls away and I walk out. I sit on the couch and once she's done packing I watch her leave. 

Bye Dylan. She says. 

Bye. I mumble. 

Once she's out the door I loose it. I cry until I fall asleep. I wake up the next morning and I leave and drive to my parents house. I run inside and bring all of my music equipment to my car. I tell my parents what happened and my dad helps me get my stuff to my apartment. We set up all my stuff in the spare room and I thank him as he leaves. I take my phone out and tweet. 

@TheDylanHolland- Blog in 5 minutes! :) 

I sign into blog and start. I see the chat fill up with: 

Where are you? 

Why aren't you in your room? 

Did you move or something? 

Listen guys, I have been living here for a while now. Andrea and I got an apartment together. I proposed to her and we were engaged. A few days ago we got into a fight because I didn't want to tell all of you yet. We aren't together as of right now, but I'm going to do everything just to get her back. I announce. 

I pick up my guitar and I sing for about 45 minutes. I end the blog. I walk to my room and lay down and go to sleep, glad I told my fans. 

*Oh no! Another sad chapter. Depressing I know, but I'm posting another chapter right after this one.*