Remember Me //A Cameron Dallas and Kian Lawley Fanfiction

chapter six

"You said you would remember," I yell slamming my hand on the counter.
"Malorie relax, you'll wake up the kids." Cameron says putting his finger to his lips.
"Our 5th anniversary!! How could you be so damn clueless. I don't know if you noticed, but you have a family. A wonderful family." I sunk down to my knees and slowly I began to cry.
"Our family," I whisper.
Cameron walks toward me. Sinking down to the spot in front of my feet leaning against the Island. He grabs my hands.
"I didn't forget," he says with his head hanging low.
"What?" I say lifting my head.
Cameron picks me up and carries me to the back porch. Daisies fill a vase on a velvet table. A fancy dinner lies under each revealing pan. I look at Cameron with tears in my eyes.
"Thank you," I say bursting into tears.
Gently he lets me down and goes on one knee.
"Will you marry me- again."

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My eyes shoot open and struggle to adjust to the light. I gently sit up to examine my surroundings. A beeping machine goes on a steady beat. I guess that means I'm not dead. Cameron peaks in. I look at him with a disappointment kind of stare. He calls in Kian and walks out the door.
"Why the hell is he here," I snap.
"Cameron? Mal, we took you to the hospital because you took a major panic attack that caused you to stop breathing." He grasped my hand. I held on to it very tight.
"Thank you," I managed to say without tearing up.
He wiped my tear and reached in for a hug, once it broke away, he kissed my hand and left the room.
Next thing I knew, I see Cameron walk through the door.
"Hey look, I'm-" I interrupt him.
"If this is a sympathy apology. Than save it for a time I'll believe you. I just need you to answer one question."
"Okay, ask away." he says taking the seat next to my hospital bed.
"Why would you lead me on? Outside of the school. In the halls. As soon as Nash comes along, you call me a freak?" I say beginning to tear.
"I screwed up. I'm sorry. For some reason, your the target in the school,-" I interrupt
"Trust me, I know." I say looking at my wrists. Cameron notices so I turn them over.
"Look, I like you. And i want to be your friend. My friends are dicks. When I'm with them, I'm not me. I'm working up the courage to tell them off. Trust me. But I have one question for you." he says choking on tears.
I nod, giving him the signal to ask his question.
"Are those from me?" He grabs my wrist and twists it so my scars are facing the ceiling.
I jerk back and turn to my side.
"Please don't tell everyone," I sob
"They will hurt me even more. Not physically, emotionally." He grabs my hand.
"I never want you to do that again. Promise me." he says looking at me as if he will cry.
I sit in silence.
"Answer me!!" he says a little louder.
"Okay." I say twiddling with my thumbs.
"Okay."