Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 13~

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What should I tell him? I've never really talked about it with anyone, but something inside me told me to tell him.

"Baby, the truth is that I-"

Before I managed to tell him what's wrong, I broke down in tears.

"Shhh.. baby, It's okay," he cooed, rubbing my back, "You don't have tell me if you don't want to."

"It's okay, babe, you deserve to know," I said in between my tears.

"I lost a baby two years ago. It was Malcolm's. Remember when people thought I was pregnant when I disappeared for months before releasing No Tears Left To Cry?"

"Y-yeah."

"It was true, but we decided to keep it quiet. We were so happy even though it was unplanned. Only our family, close friends, and doctor knew about it. I was 16 weeks along and had just found out that we were having a girl and that she was healthy and all. Remember when I performed No Tears Left To Cry for the first time in Coachella?"

"Yeah."

"In the middle of the performance, my stomach started cramping, but I decided to continue performing, because it's just a few minutes anyway. It kept on getting worse. When I was done performing, I started bleeding and was immediately taken to the hospital, only to find out that she didn't m-make it," I cried at the last part.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry," he said quietly. At this point, tears were filling his eyes too.

"But that wasn't the worst part," I added, "We decided to name her Eleanor Grande-McCormick, and after losing her, I was never okay. I started h-hurting myself and decided that I've had enough. I t-tried to end my l-life, and M-Malcolm was broken when he found out, so I decided to end things up with him, because I didn't want to break his heart seeing me hurting myself. After the break up, he started doing drugs again, and now he's g-gone with h-her," I sobbed.

"Shit, I-I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked you about babies this early."

"It's okay, babe," I sniffled, "you didn't know."

"Baby," he said, looking into my eyes, "even if you still love love him, just know that I understand and that I have no problem with that. I will still love you no matter what happens, and I promise I'll never leave you."

"T-thank y-you," I sniffled and buried my face on his chest. I have never felt so understood. Unlike Pete who left me for that, Dalton decided to stay and promised to never leave me. Dalton held me tight, whispering comforting things as I continued crying.

"I'm glad I found you," I told him when I managed to calm down.

"Me too," he smiled. We stared deeply into each other's eyes with pure love. I attached my lips onto his, smiling into the kiss and shared a long, passionate kiss.

"I love you Ariana."

"I love you too Dalton," I said genuinely. I moved closer to him, wishing we could stay like this forever when suddenly, it started getting cold. That's when we noticed we were both still naked. Dalton pulled the blanket and covered both of our bodies. It was now around mid-April, but it was still a little cold. I crept closer to him. Ever since Malcolm left, I had separation anxiety. There's no way I'll be able to handle losing Dalton. I traced my fingers along his tattoos and eventually fell asleep.

Dalton's pov

I noticed Ariana was sound asleep when I heard little snores coming from her. Poor baby. She had been through way too much. I looked at her and noticed the fade scars on her wrist, all from harming herself. My tears poured out at the sight. Why should people with the most beautiful souls feel the most pain? She did nothing to deserve this. The cuts were barely noticable, but they were there. I noticed that she had separation anxiety too. I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt her or break her heart. I would never forgive anyone who would hurt her either. After crying for about half an hour, Ariana's eyes slowly fluttered open. I quickly wiped my tears away.

Ariana's pov

My eyes fluttered open as I woke up from my little nap. I looked at Dalton, but his eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying?

"Baby, are you crying?" I asked, caressing his cheek. He stayed quiet.

"What's bothering you?"

"N-nothing."

"Baby, I can tell when you're lying. What's wrong?"

"I-I'm just sad that you have to go through so much pain to the point where you felt like hurting yourself," he cried.

"Aww... baby," I cooed, rubbing his back, "I'm okay now. I'm happier than ever now that I'm with you."

"Really?"

I smiled and nodded, pulling him into a hug and kissed his lips.

"And don't worry babe," I said, "I don't cut myself anymore."

"I'm so proud of you, you're the strongest person I know," he said.

"Thank you, baby. I wouldn't be as strong without you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Baby, it's time for lunch. Wanna go out?" he asked. I smiled and nodded. I put my clothes back on and so did Dalton. I fixed my hair and make up then hid the hickeys on our necks, 'cause anything can appear in the headlines tonight. When we're done, we went into the car and drove off.

"I'm taking you on an official date tonight," he smiled.

"Aww... you don't have to."

"But I want to."