This Love, This Hate (DM x TP) COMPLETE

Chapter Twenty-Two

Danny

"Danny! We know where Aron is!" Jorel exclaims, looking up from his phone.

"Where is he?" I nearly scream, smiling happily at the good news.

"San Jose Medical Center. His nurse is Adeline, that chick we met a few years ago backstage. She DM'd me on Twitter telling us where he is and that we need to come visit because he will be released in a few days." He explains.

"Well c'mon! Let's go!"

"Go pack your bags, I'll get us the first flight to San Jose in the morning." Jorel replies, getting up before calling LAX.

I smile for the first time in months; I will be by Aron's side in less than 24 hours! Excited, I get up and head to my room, I was planning to pack. I should pack some of Aron's clothes too, I think to myself.

Once I was in my room, I get out one of my touring suitcases. I pack about a week's worth of clothes, then I zip it up. Next, I do the same with Aron's clothes in a different suitcase. Great, now I'm all packed and ready.

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We had just arrived in San Jose, and I was nearly bouncing with excitement. All I could think about is kissing and holding my handsome boyfriend again. Jorel rents us a car, and we head to the hospital where Adeline said Aron is being held. After about a half an hour, we were there. Believe me, it was the longest thirty minutes of my life. I jump out of the car before J-Dog had even parked, sprinting into the hospital. I make it to the receptionist desk, and quickly ask the woman behind it what room Aron was in.

Once I had the number, I didn't even want to wait for the elevator or the rest of the guys. I ran up like three flights of stairs and down the hallway before stopping at the room Aron was in. I nearly break down the fucking door, still urgently needing to see my beloved Deuce.

"Aron! Baby! I missed you so much!" I nearly cry, rushing to his bedside.

"What the fuck are you doing here reject." Aron hisses, glaring at me.

"U-Um, w-what?" I stutter out, not comprehending the cold rejection Aron welcomed me with.

"I asked, what the fuck an American Idol reject like you, is doing here in my room." He repeats, nearly seething now.

"Y-You're my boyfriend..." I say softly, not being able to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, right! I'm not gay! Where the hell is Jorel." Aron demands, laughing coolly at my apparently ridiculous statement.

Just then, Jorel and the rest of the guys walk in. I look over at Jorel, tears streaming down my face. The next thing I knew, he had me outside Aron's room.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Jorel asks, unsure why I was now bawling.

"He called me an American Idol reject! And he doesn't remember that we're dating!" I sob, and I watch Jorel's face as what I said settles in.

"Okay, he might have amnesia alright? We don't know what all Gadjet and Yuma did to him." My best friend says, comforting me with his calm and collected tone.

I sniffle, "You're probably right."