HE'S MY EX, daniel seavey

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ariella

i pull up to the park that daniel shared his location from.

what is this man doing drunk at a park?

i exit my car and search around for him. i finally find him passed out on one of the benches, a few feet from the swings.

"daniel... dani wake up," i softly shake him, hoping he wakes up because there's no way i can carry him to the car.

"mmmm," he groans as he peeks at me from out of his right eye.

"i'm dreaming," he sighs out happily and closes his eye again.

i laugh a little at how adorable he looks right now, "c'mon daniel. i'll take you home but you gotta get up."

he sits up slowly and stares at me with wide eyes, "you're really here?"

"yes? can you walk by yourself or...?"

"noo i'm kinda wasted," he gets up and nearly falls so i wrap my arms around him and assist him in walking back to my car.

once i buckle him in, i get in the driver's seat again and drive off towards his apartment.

it's silent at first but i can feel his eyes watching me; watching my every move.

i try to ignore it as i drive through the light traffic.

and i can't help but let out a squeal as he places his ice cold hand on my thigh.

"daniel," i warn.

he giggles and leans over a little, "i miss you."

i sigh and grab his hand, moving it back onto his lap.

"ellaaaaa," he whines with a pout.

i turn the radio up to drown his presence out. 

he starts mumbling random stuff to himself quietly, which makes it hard for me to understand anything spewing out of his mouth.

thankfully we arrive at the apartments and with slight resistance from him, we make our way to his room.

i practically carry him to the elevator and shift him so that he leans against the wall.

after i press the button for his floor, i find myself getting lost in my own thoughts.

being this close to him made everything so much harder.

i missed him. i missed everything i had with him... well when it was good.

without him life sucks, honestly. but he caused me pain and i made a promise to myself. never again. i don't need him, i just want him. and i can fight that.

my breath catches in my throat as daniel suddenly backs me up against the wall nearest to me, drawing me from my thoughts.

his hot breath on my neck sends chills down my entire body. well fuck.

"what are you doing?" i manage to whisper.

"what i've wanted to do since the second you dumped my ass," he replies before starting to leave wet kisses down my neck and on my collarbone.

i nearly lose it but i pull myself together and push him away,

"stop.. stop."

the ding of the elevator saves me and i immediately guide him down the hall and to his room.

"where is your key?"

"in my pocket," he smirks and bites his lip.

this is pure torture.

i roll my eyes and hold my hand out, signaling for him to give me the key.

he giggles, "come get it yourself."

"you're literally acting like a twelve year old," i glare at him before quickly snatching the key from his front pocket.

but apparently he has other plans and grabs my waist, pulling me into him.

and me being the emotionally unstable person i am... i begin to cry. all of my feelings come spilling out. i kept everything hidden inside for so long and it's just my luck that this is the moment it all crumbles.

he frowns, "noooo don't cry. i hate it when you cry. ariella, stop babe," he rushes to wipe my tears away but i only cry even more at his words.

i turn away from him and open his apartment door. i need to leave as soon as possible; before he has the chance to change my mind.

i motion for him to walk in so that i can get him settled and then leave.

even as drunk as he is, he still looks at me with worry in his eyes.

"ella... i'm sorry, i'm not thinking straight-"

"shhh come on."

i walk him to his room, one i've spent so much time in.

"i'm sorry," he says softly, "i know i did this to us."

i don't reply and push him gently onto the bed.

"goodnight daniel. get some sleep."

i start to leave but he asks a question that makes my heart break into two,

"do you like him? corbyn?"

"what?" i glance back at him. he had wrapped himself in his blanket and he refuses to meet my eye, once again looking cuter than ever. i can tell that he's scared for my answer.

so even though he won't remember any of this, i continue, "no. it's not like that daniel. what happened between corbyn and i was a mistake. and you don't have to believe this but i am sorry. i really am."

a tear runs down his cheek and i only notice it thanks to the lights set up in his room, "okay. i believe you... a-and, and i'm sorry too. for-" more tears fall as he chokes on his words, "-for being a shitty boyfriend. for.. cheating on you," he admits, the guilt clear on his face.

we both knew he had cheated but hearing it from his own mouth truly broke me all over again.

he denied it so many times... and now he's admitted to being unfaithful during our relationship, bringing up very bad memories for me.

"um.. i should go. goodbye daniel."

and i leave his apartment,

only to run straight into corbyn.

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