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You're My Person - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fluff

Summary: Everything falls apart when Dalton realises your whole relationship was built on a lie.

A/N: This is a pretty long one, it ended up being quite fluffy but I hope that makes the angst hurt more! I know that pledging happens before you join a sorority but for the sake of the plot I've changed it up! My requests are back open so if you'd like to request something or if you want to just scream about Dalton with me my asks are always open! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

You were studying in your dorm room, a text book was open on the bed in front of you as you read the text, you weren’t going to remember all of this. One of your hands was running through your boyfriend’s hair, lightly scratching with your nails. He groaned from where he lay in your lap. Dalton began fiddling with his fingers as he rested his hands on his stomach. He was getting fidgety and you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Y/N,” he whined as he leaned up to kiss your neck, working his way up to your cheek, leaving sweet little kisses against your skin.

“Hmm?” you hummed, barely feeling his soft lips as you read through the text on the page.

He said your name again as he looked up at you with pure love shining in his blue eyes, “you’re like, really beautiful,” he murmured.

You laughed as you looked down at him, his face was flushed and his bottom lip was captured between his teeth, his long hair splayed around his head like a halo. He looked so good, “and you’re needy.”

He groaned as he blushed an even deeper shade of pink as he threw an arm over his eyes, “can you blame me?” he uncovered his eyes to peek up at you, “can you blame me when you’re my girlfriend?” he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

Dalton was shy so you knew that he wouldn’t come out and tell you he needed you. You leaned down and kissed him softly, he sighed against your lips and when he tried to deepen the kiss you pulled away with a smirk, “if I can just get through this page, I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied in a small voice.

About 15 minutes went by and the only sound in the room was the scratching of your pen as you made your notes.

Dalton spoke up, making you pause, “thank you for being so cool, about me not wanting to come to the party.”

You looked down at him, “baby, I know how much you hate those parties, I’d never force you to come.”

People would say that you and Dalton were an odd pairing, you were an extroverted sorority girl who loved to party. Dalton however, was an introverted artist who couldn’t think of anything worse than frat parties. You decided to live off campus but not in the sorority house though, you hated living with a load of people, especially girls.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too angel,” you grinned.

Dalton was very patient while you finished off your studying and when you gave him what he wanted he was very eager. A little later, you and Dalton were breathless and spent as he leaned his head against your chest while you ran a hand through his hair. He hummed slightly at your touch as he closed his eyes and you wrapped your arms around him tighter.

“Do you want to stay the night? My roommate is staying with her boyfriend.”

Dalton sighed, “I would love to but me and Chris have our weekly pizza night thing,” you giggled, loving how close they were.

Dalton stayed for a little while before he really did have to go, he gave you a sweet kiss as he left. He walked down the darkening streets with his hands shoved in his pockets, feeling on top of the world after spending some time with you. As he walked past the sorority house he saw your best friend typing on her phone. He mustered up all the courage he had in order to speak to her. He had never met her before but he didn’t want to be rude, he was certain you would have told your best friend about the relationship.

“It’s Abby, right?” he spoke quietly.

The red headed girl looked up at him, a look of disinterest on her face, “yeah,” she raised an eyebrow, “who wants to know?”

He was a little taken aback by the cold tone of her voice but he continued all the same, “I’m Dalton?” it came out as more of a question, “Y/N’s boyfriend.”

At his words, Abby’s eyes widened in surprise as she smirked slightly, “oh, so she chose you did she? Hmm, I must say that she didn’t really try did she? I mean, you look like the type of boy who would fall in love with her if she did so little as smile at you. Have you had sex yet?”

Dalton’s mouth dropped open at her question, “I’m sorry but how is that any of your business?” he really had no idea what she was talking about, her words were awfully cryptic.

Her smirk widened, “talk to Y/N about it, my Uber’s here,” she gestured at the car pulling up, “goodnight, Dalton.”

School was so busy in the days to follow so between finals and family life you didn’t have the time to see Dalton as much as you would like. Finally, you both had some time to have dinner and a movie, you would be staying at Dalton’s dorm that night. There was something up with Dalton, you could tell. Dalton had always been a clingy boyfriend – not that you had ever minded – but it seemed as though something was wrong.

He’d hardly touched you at all and he was offering one word answers to your questions, it was like your first date all over again. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to speak up.

“Dalton, what’s wrong?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head as you gave him a sweet quick kiss, “you don’t have to apologise, I just want to know what’s on your mind.”

“I saw your friend, Abby, the other night and she kinda said something weird.”

You paused and turned to look at your boyfriend, “what did she say?”

Dalton shrugged, “she asked if we’d had sex yet and she said something about the fact that you weren’t really trying. I dunno, she was being really cryptic.”

You sighed and bit your lip, you had to tell him the truth, you wished that you could keep it a secret but he would find out sooner or later. It was better if he heard it from you.

“There was a requirement, after we joined the sorority, like some sort of pledge,” you began as you fiddled with your fingers and Dalton nodded at you to continue, “we had to sleep with a virgin, be their first time.”

Dalton huffed out a laugh, clearly thinking that you were joking, when he realised you weren’t, his eyes widened as he put two and two together, “that frat party where we met,” he mumbled, looking hurt, “the one that me and Chris went to. You were so nice.”

“Dalton,” you started and rushed forwards but he held up a hand to stop you.

“Is this what I was the whole time? Just some stupid game?” his forehead was creasing as tears filled his blue eyes.

“What? No, of course not!” you sighed, “at first, yeah you were just a tool to complete the requirement but as we spent more time together, I fell for you, Dalton. I wanted to stop it.”

“Did you? Did you even try to stop it?” when you said nothing, he scoffed, “how did you even know that I was a virgin?”

“I heard you having the conversation with Chris and it was kind of obvious, the way you reacted when we met.”

Tears were now streaked down Dalton’s cheeks and you felt your heart break, “I wanted my first time to be special, you’re my first proper girlfriend, you know,” he let out a hollow laugh.

“Dalton,” you reached for him and he backed away, “let’s talk about this. This doesn’t have to be a big deal,” as soon as the words left your lips you knew that you’d said the wrong thing.

Dalton’s face completely shut down and there was a cold look in his eyes that you’d never seen before, “it doesn’t have to be a big deal? Y/N, our whole relationship is built on a lie! Although, I guess its partially my fault, I didn’t listen to Chris when she said it was a mistake. You hurt me, Y/N and you don’t get to decide you didn’t just because you feel guilty.”

He looked angry now, with tears streaming down his cheeks and your heart twisted with guilt and pain, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You obliterated my heart and all you can say is sorry? Tell me something, would you have even looked at me twice if I wasn’t part of your little game?”

You decided that lying to him again would not be the best course of action so you settled for the truth, “no,” you whispered, “probably not,” you would have thought he was cute, but back then you were way too shallow. You wouldn’t have got to know him if you hadn’t had to, Dalton had changed you.

He scoffed and shook his head, momentarily squeezing his eyes shut, allowing more tears to fall, then his face completely changed. He clutched at his hair but there was no expression on his face, “you know what, it’s alright,” he shrugged and you frowned, “everything is temporary, I guess this was just one of those things.”

Your heart broke as your tears fell and you felt a pressure behind your eyes as you realised what he was saying, “are you breaking up with me?”

Dalton swallowed as he looked up at you, a pained look on his face, “yes, I thought I’d found my person, but Y/N, you’re not her,” he sniffled.

“Dalton, please,” you whispered.

He shook his head, “I need you to go, please leave,” he opened the door to his dorm.

With silent tears escaping your eyes, you grabbed your stuff and walked to the door, stopping in the doorway, “I’m so sorry, Dalton, I never meant to hurt you,” he refused to look at you but you heard a choked sob escape his mouth as he closed the door.

That night and every night after for about a week you cried yourself to sleep, wishing that you hadn’t been so shallow. The texts and calls to Dalton stopped after a couple of days when you realised he wasn’t going to answer. One day, there was a knock on your door and your spirits lifted a tad, hoping it’d be Dalton. You pulled the door open to find Chris behind it, holding a cardboard box.

“You look terrible,” she commented, “way worse than Dalton and I didn’t even think that was possible.”

“How is he?”

“You broke his heart, Y/N, how do you think he is? I want to kick your ass right now but you look miserable enough. But, I’m not here to talk about Dalton, I came to drop off the stuff you left in his dorm, he obviously didn’t want to do it himself.”

You nodded sadly as you let her in, you ran around your apartment gathering up his things, and as you opened a drawer you saw the oversized baseball shirt that you liked to sleep in. You left it where it was and handed Chris the stuff.

“I never meant to hurt him, Chris.”

“But you did. Nothing is ever gonna change that.”

A few weeks later, you were in the library and you crossed paths with Dalton. His eyes were red and his long hair was messy but he looked as beautiful as ever, “Dalton,” you breathed.

He laughed a little as he nodded at your – his – shirt, “I was wondering where that had gone.”

“Yeah, um, I’m sorry. I’ll give it back.”

Dalton waved away your words, “no need, it always looked better on you anyway,” he smiled weakly, “I heard you left the sorority. Why?”

“Because nothing is worth losing you over,” you sighed.

Dalton bit his lip, “can I ask you something?” when you nodded, he continued, “was our – my – first time real? Did it mean anything to you?”

You nodded, “it meant everything to me, by then it wasn’t a game anymore, I was really falling for you.”

He sighed, “I miss you, Y/N, I hate the fact that I miss you. I never thought I’d be able to get over it, but these past couple of months have made me realise that I’m not angry anymore. I just need my best girl back,” he reached out and stroked your cheek and you felt hope blossom in your chest, you had missed him so much.

“Really, why?”

“Because, you’re my person angel, you not being in my life made me realise that. Can we try again?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, you couldn’t quite believe it was him begging you to try again, he shouldn’t have to do that. You were the one who had hurt him. But you nodded all the same and he rushed forward and wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off the floor. Being in his arms made you feel like you were home again. You cried into his shoulder and he held you tighter.

“Please tell me you forgive me,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He pulled away slightly and cupped your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears, “of course I forgive you, darling, please don’t cry. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “we’ll get through this together. I promise.”

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