stuck with him

two

earlier that day
dalton's pov

i woke up to the brightness of the sun seeping through the window. i had been sleeping at miley's house for the past few weeks, as i was currently in between houses.

about a year ago i had broken up with my girlfriend and ever since then she has been trying to get back into my life somehow. it was an abusive relationship. not that much physically (unless she was really mad) but it was more of emotional abuse.

i always felt like i was in the wrong and that she was too good for me. i made sure i did everything i could to make her as happy as possible, so when she didn't like some of my friends or family members i would cut them off completely. at the time, the only person i had in my life was her. i'm so grateful to miley because if it wasn't for her i would have never known my worth and realized the type of situation i was in.

anyway, when she found out where my house was she broke in while i wasn't there and vandalized everything. i'm still very sensitive when it comes to anything involving her and i honestly didn't want to be in the house anymore knowing that she had been there. so now i guess i'm on a house hunt.

'hey shithead, ariana grande invited us over tonight and before you say anything we're going.' miley screamed from downstairs.

i knew miley was friends with ariana, but hearing that i would actually be going over to her house kind of shocked me. i took a moment to fan girl to myself for a few hours, but the closer it got to the evening the more knots i felt in my stomach.

***

we had just arrived at ariana's house and honestly, i was a hot mess. i had a bottle of champagne in my hand which miley actively made fun of me for bringing every chance she got since it was 'just causal.'

i raised my hand to knock on the door but before i could miley just barged into the house. i slowly followed after her and all i heard was screams and loud footsteps coming towards us that abruptly stopped as soon as they saw me.

i locked eyes with ariana as i could feel my throat become dry. she was without a doubt the most beautiful girl i had ever seen.

we had a really awkward exchange and then she reached out to shake my hand. i noticed all of her tattoos and wanted to ask her about them, but i couldn't even form any words.

'can we like sit down, or are you both just gonna keep shaking hands?' miley said.

'wow this was a really great start to the night.' i mumbled sarcastically.

after ariana invited us in i noticed she had disappeared. i immediately regretted even coming tonight as a wave of guilt washed over me, but before i could even make up an excuse to leave, the girls were already trying to figure out everything they could about me.

when ariana finally returned i looked over and asked her to show me where the washroom was so i could ask her privately if something was wrong.

ariana's pov

i showed dalton to the bathroom upstairs in my room because the one downstairs had plumbing issues that i did not want to deal with right now.

i could have left him in there while he did what he needed to do, but as much as he seems sweet i've never met this man in my life. letting a stranger in one of the most known celebrities rooms alone probably wasn't the best idea.

'hey ariana, can i ask you something?' dalton questioned walking out of the washroom.

'yeah of course.' i replied nervously.

'are you uncomfortable with me being here? i mean i know you're like ariana grande world renowned singer and i'm like some weird guy you barely know who is suddenly in your house hanging out with your friends.'

'no no you're fine. i just have a lot going on.' i said softly.

tw: anxiety attack

he smiled back and my heart started to speed up as he kept walking closer and closer to me. suddenly all these thoughts kept filling my mind. i know nothing about this man and we're alone in my room. anything could happen right now. he could do anything he wanted to me and no one would know.

i tried to stop thinking about everything, but more and more of these thoughts filled my head.

i think i started breathing a little heavily because instead of the hug he was planning to give me dalton reached out and put his hand on my shoulder instead. i immediately shook it off and backed away towards the corner of the room.

i felt my legs shake and my breath get heavier and heavier until i couldn't do it anymore. i let out all my tears and collapsed to the floor.

'ariana are you okay?' dalton asked as he rushed over to me.

'can't... breathe.' i managed to get out with my hand holding my chest.

i saw him immediately run all over my room looking for something, but i didn't know what and honestly it didn't matter. i put my face in the palm of my hands and closed my eyes tight trying to think of anything that would help me relax.

dalton rushed back over to me with a paper bag in his hand and told me to breathe into it. i cupped it over my mouth as he put his arm around me and leaned us back against the wall. i rested my head on his shoulder as my breathing slowed down.

we sat there for a while. he didn't ask anything and it was complete silence except for whatever was going on downstairs.

'i'm sorry.' i finally said.

'sorry for what? you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. i'm sorry i should have just left you alone.'

i could hear his voice breaking and felt kind of bad.

'it's not you. well i mean it is, but it's not you're fault. thank you for being there for me though. you're very sweet.' i smiled and he returned the favour.

'hey lovers get down here. we're playing dare or strip!' i heard miley scream from downstairs. we both immediately started cracking up.

'she's definitely drunk.' i said laughing.

'i'm not surprised.' dalton replied as we walked down the stairs.

'she said dare or strip right?' i asked when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

'are you gonna be okay?'

'me? are you gonna be okay? njomza has been all over you all night. i would be scared if i were you.'

we laughed before i saw him leaning down into my ear.

'too bad njomza isn't the one i have my eyes on then' he whispered.

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