Broken Strings-Dalton Rapattoni Fanfic

11. Rescue Mission

I woke up, startled.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you"

Dalton said.

He was playing with my hair.

"No. It's okay"

I said sitting up.

"You better now?"

"Much better. I never slept this well in my entire life"

I said smiling.

"Was it because of me sleeping next to you or because the necklace is gone?"

"Both"

"I thought you will do the gymnastics which you did that morning"

He said smirking.

I threw a pillow in his face.

I clambered out of bed, my legs hanging on the bedside.

"Please stay with me"

Dalton made an adorable puppy face.

I bent down pecking him.

"Woah! Can we do it some more"

He said, pulling me in his lap.

Not waiting for my permission, he attacked my lips.

He licked his tongue on my lower lip asking for permission, which I stubbornly denied.

"Such a tease!"

He smirked, before getting on top of me, pinning me under him.

He began sucking at the nape of my neck.

I moaned loudly.

Knock!

"Chloe, are you okay?"

I heard Ms. Hillary.

"Shoot! Dalton get off me!"

I pushed him.

"Get in the bathroom!"

I unlocked the door.

"Are you alright? I heard weird noises from inside"

"I was having a bad dream"

I lied.

What else could I say, that me and the young popstar staying over were making out and blame him for getting me to moan.

"Oh sweetie"

She hugged me before leaving.

I carefully locked the door.

"Dalton you need to leave before somebody catches us"

"Yeah"

He nodded.

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I headed to the cemetery.

"Hey"

I sat next to Dalton, resting my head on his shoulder.

"It's our permanent hangout spot I believe"

I murmured.

"I'm afraid we have no other place to make our love nest"

He tickled me.

I lay flat on the grass heaving.

"Dalton please stop I can't breathe"

I said, breathless.

"I'm sorry! You okay?"

He asked tensed.

"Better than before"

I said pinning him down.

"I like wild cats"

He said smirking.

He pulled me down to lay beside him on the grass, wrapping his arms around me.

"Why do people hate you Dalton? I mean the paparazzi and all"

"Can we please not talk about irrelevant things and focus on you and me"

"It's not irrelevant. It's about you. So it's about us"

"Well, I didn't have a fairytale start. I had no parents, no one to call a family when I lost Mrs. Clifford. I grew apart from world. No friends. Nothing... I lived in a small room in darkness, crying the day out and having nightmares all night. I secluded myself from the world so when I saw so many cameras in my face, I panicked"

"You thrashed a camera man and ended up in jail"

I said, sadly.

"Yes. Nobody could understand my pain my grief. They expected me to be the ideal popstar with perfect behaviour. How could I fake?"

He sounded distant.

"That's the sad story of my life"

He smiled cruelly.

"The world is a cruel place"

I said consoling.

"But not yours. Not ours. You fill in so much light in it"

"I'm glad you think that way. But that light itself took a long time to ignite"

He stared at me to continue.

"When I came here, I found everyone sad and morose, awaiting their death. So I decided to make things up. Since then I have never backed down"

"Being here is a punishment itself. Seeing people die from something no one can control"

"I'm scared for Taylor. She came six months ago. Even though she is doing great, they say patients with lung cancer don't live long. Madison has pancreatic cancer and Greg some cancerous growth in his arms. I have blood cancer"

"I'm so sorry. I said those things to you all"

"I know. That is why I have forgiven you"

"I remember your slap. It did hurt a lot"

He said lightening up the mood.

"It was meant to hurt. I did hurt my palm, though"

"We are made for each other. You hurt, I hurt"

I blushed at the cheesiness of the situation.

"Let's get back before Madison sends her wild dogs to search for me and start a rescue mission"