Broken |Danny Worsnop Fanfic|

Chapter 1 - I Gave Up Everything For You

-Stella's POV-

I shut the car door behind me and walked up to Ronnie's doorstep. We've been dating for awhile now, almost a year. I met him when I was working the merch stand for Blessthefall during Warped 2011. Ronnie always says my gleaming, pale pink hair was what attracted him the first time we met. And my bright hazel eyes. The first time we really got into a depth conversation, it resulted in a one night stand. You're probably thinking bad of me at the moment, but really? Are you shocked? That's the way Ronnie was before him and me became serious. When he asked me out for like real, I was hesitant, but I gave him a shot. And that "shot" changed my life. 

I knocked on Ronnie's door, bititng my lip. My face glistened when the handsome, brown haired guy appeared. I gave him a kiss before I entered his home. It smelt of pizza and alcohol which wasn't a shocker. That's all he consumed. I followed Ronnie into his living room and took a seat on the sofa. Ronnie took a seat next to me and took my hands into his. I was nervous. He had texted me to come over (which I probably should've metioned earlier) and I was hoping it'd be something good, but I'm not too sure anymore. Ronnie opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He tried again.

"I'm sorry, Stella. I ju-just," Ronnie's head fell, but his eyes stayed attached to mine. 

My heart starting racing and I could feel my eyes watering. Was today the day I've been dreading?

"If you're going to break up with me Ronnie, just do it." I shrugged and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"This just isn't working out anymore," Ronnie said softly. He had no emotion in his voice.

I stood up and started to the door without a word. As I went to turn the door knob I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. 

"No I can't lie to you. I- I cheated on you last month, Stella."

I turned around and smacked him across the face with all my might. 

"A year, Ronnie! A year! We were together a year! I gave up everything for you, Ronnie. How could you do this?"  I bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from bawling.

As I ran back to my car, so many thoughts flooded through my mind, but all I can think was why? I did everything in my best ability to make him happy. Everything to make us work out, but nope. You have to go out and have hook up with some slut. I drove home in anger, trying to stay strong, but all I can do was drown in my tears.

-Ronnie's POV-

I wasn't going to lie, I was shaking. Really fucking nervous. I can't keep lying to her, I muttered. Last month I made a stupid decision. I cheated on Stella with some bimbo. I got drunk. She got drunk. We later decided to have some fun which I'll admit wasn't even that fun. I've had better. As I heard a knock, I jumped to my feet and I slowly strolled to the door. I opened it to see Stella. I gave her a weak smile and moments later, her lips were on mine. Last time I'll ever taste those again, I thought. I backed up and allowed her to step in. This was the calm before the storm. 

I gulped as I looked into her big hazel eyes and she looked into mine. I gathered her hands into mine and went to take a word. Nothing.  I tried once more.

"I'm sorry, Stella. I ju-just." Her face turned to sorrow. She knew what was happeneing and sure as fuck was going to admit how she felt. And surely, that's what she did. 

"This just isn't working out anymore," I blurted. Tears rolled down her cheek onto the sofa we both sat. That's when I sat and gathered thoughts for a few moments. This room had so many memories. So many memories, I wanted there to be more, but I fucked it all up because I'm a real dick head. I followed Stella to the door and let a hand on her shoulder, making her turn around. I needed to let her know the truth. Yes, everything was working out just fine, just I couldn't hide back that I had a one night stand that meant nothing. 

And I told her. It ended up with a slap in a face, but in a way it was worth it. A ton of weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt my eyes water as she spoke what would be last I'd hear of her. I really fucked up and I couldn't do anything about it. I'm turning to my old ways and therefore, she wouldn't believe a thing I said. I just wanted to tell her it meant absolutely nothing to me. That she was the only one I wanted. Needed. I just wanted her to forgive me and I could carry her up to my room like how she wanted if we were ever to get married. I then wanted to be able to sit in my room with no lights on and no sound. All we would do was sit there and stare at the ceiling with our hands interwined, talking about everything. The talks ranged from what we wanted to be when we were younger, how our day was; cheesy things like that. But after my fuck up, that was sure as hell to never happen again.

The tears really started as I watched Stella drive away.