Let You Down • {Daniel Gillies}

15. }{ i hate you

"Oh god," Daniel's eyes shot open at the words, and he wasn't surprised to see that Remington was sitting on the other end of the couch, her head in her hands. She looked up at him when he sat up and scowled.

"Tell me nothing happened. Please," she said, and he shook his head.

"Nothing happened. I came over because I needed to talk to you and you wouldn't let me. You just wanted me to hold you," he explained, looking at her with a slightly amused expression.

"Ugh. Drunk me is such a needy bitch," she said, rolling her eyes. Daniel shook his head.

"You seemed really upset. Are you okay?"

Remington thought for a long time before answering. Daniel expected something sarcastic or snarky, but when he looked into her eyes he could see tears building up.

"No. I'm not okay. My best friend sold the story of the most shameful thing I've done in my life to the media. My cousin and other best friend is trying his best to pretend he's not painfully disappointed in me, but I know he is. My ex-boyfriend and third best friend is getting dragged through the media over something he tried to move past a long time ago. And me? I'm sitting on my couch with the guy that was the start of all the problems in the first place after spending a drunken night cuddling him," Remy rambled, choking out small sobs in between every couple of words.

"I can go..." Daniel trailed off, not totally sure what else to say.

"No. See, that's the problem. I don't want you to go and I hate myself for not wanting you to," she said, tears still pouring down her cheeks. Daniel's deep brown eyes studied her and he moved closer to her.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just tell me what it is, Rem, and I'll do it."

"Kiss me," she said the words so quietly that at first Daniel was sure he'd misheard, but then when he studied her watery blue eyes he was sure he hadn't.

He grazed her lips just gently with his, and before he even knew what was happening, her arms were draped around his neck and she was pulling him in closer. Her lips were hungry as her hands weaved themselves into his hair, and he leaned into her heavily. She pulled away a moment later, her face still hovering just inches from his. She studied him, all trace of tears gone from her eyes and replaced with something that looked a lot more like lust.

"I hate you, Gillies," she whispered, planting kisses along his jawline.

"I know. I hate you too," he whispered back, squeezing her tighter to him and lifting his chin to oblige the small nibbles she was placing on the side of his neck.