LOVERS OR ENEMIES

Chapter 16

Maddie’s POV:

I suddenly feel warm arms wrap around me calming me down instantly. I stop punching the girl and look behind me to see Dylan holding onto my waist. I completely let go of the girl then run up the stairs and back into the bedroom both me and Dylan slept in. I locked the door behind me so I could calm down without interruption. I felt a sharp pain in my right foot, I looked down and lifted my foot slightly seeing a tiny shard of glass stabbing my foot. It must have been left over from the chandelier. I decide to leave it in until I could calm down enough to go down stairs and get Gen to help me remove it.

“Princess.” I hear Dylan say through the door.

“What.” I ask my voice giving off an annoyed tone, even though I was just in pain from the glass shard still in my foot.

“Will you please open the door.” He asks. So I get up from leaning on the wall and try my best to hide the glass in my foot before opening the door.

“Are you okay.” He asks while stepping closer to me.

“I’m fine, I just came in here to calm down.” I say to him still feeling the strong pain of the sharp glass in my foot.

“I just want to say… Nitalia and I were only f**k buddies… I told her I would never catch feelings for her and she promised me the same,” He explains.

“Mh,” Is all I could get out because the unbearable pain in my foot is a pain in my ass.

“Look… I don’t want anything bad to happen to our relationship… because I meant it when I said ‘I Love You’... and nothing…” He stops for a minute, probably noticing my facial expression, which probably looks like a baby who is having a tantrum because like I’ve stated… MY FOOT IS IN PAIN. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking at me from my head to my toe, that’s when he went full on dad mode… he saw a puddle of blood that was near my foot, he saw the piece of glass in my foot, and lastly, he saw my limp from my foot. “It’s going to be alright, babe… we’ll have this piece out in under a minute… don’t you worry,” He picks me up and legit runs out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door without explaining to anyone what’s happening. He puts me in the passenger seat while sitting in the driver’s seat… Then he starts his car and speeds to the hospital.

“Get me someone, quick,” Dylan yells as he runs me into the emergency side of the hospital.

“Sir, I need you to calm down…” A doctor told him… Which, I’ll admit, he’s acting worse than me, and I have a piece of glass in my foot. 

“Don’t tell me to fuckin calm down, my girlfriend… the love of my life is going to die from a piece of glass in her foot,” He explains, making me physically face palm.

“You’re an i***t, Dylan,” I say, rolling my eyes at him while he looks down at me.

“I just want you to be safe, Princess,” He says, holding me tighter.

“I’m not going to die from a piece of glass in my foot… but if you’ll happily let the doctor take me, I’d be happy too because this mother f-ing thing is hurting,” I say, making his eyes pop out of his head and causing him to quickly hand me to the doctor. “Now stay out here,” I say, allowing the doctor to take me to the examination room to examine and get the glass out of my foot.

“No… I’m going in with you…” He says, following the doctor into the room.

“Okay, miss, will you sit on the bed while I get the needle ready?” The doctor says as he grabs a needle.

“Needle?” I ask, almost petrified… I’ve always had a problem with needles… that’s like my worst fear.

“Yes… it’s to help numb the pain…” He explains, that’s when I felt the comfort of Dylan’s hand on mine.

“It’ll be alright… I’m here for you,” He says, giving me a peck on my nose.

“It would have been alright if you would have cleaned the fuckin glass up instead of letting your man hormones interfere,” I say, looking at him with daggers.

“And I apologize… I understand that I should have cleaned the glass up… you’re right… but I didn’t… and now I regret it because I hate seeing you in pain.” He pecks my nose again.

“Are you ready?” The doctor asks, holding up the needle.

“Nope,” I say, closing my eyes and counting to twenty in my head to wait for this whole thing to be over.

“3… 2…” Before he got to one, he shoved it in my foot, making an ear piercing scream escape from my mouth.

“Shh, You’re alright,” Dylan says, rubbing my knuckle in a comforting way while making me look into his eyes. “I’m here… and I’m never letting you go,” He says.

“Can either of you tell me how this happened?” The doctor asks as he holds a big piece of glass in a pair of tweezers.

“This dumb f**k next to me broke a chandelier and didn't pick the glass up afterwards, because he's a f*****g moron. That I will more then likely murder after this.” I scream at the doctor who just looks at me like I need to be in a mental hospital for how openly I am discussing murder plans for Dylan.

“You're absolutely right Princess, and I will be more careful if it ever happens again.” He says before gently kissing my temple.

“You f*****g better… or I swear… I’ll physically kick you out of your own house and sleep in our bed alone,” I say, watching as the doctor puts a bandaid over the cut from the glass.

“No need to go to that sort of extreme,” He says.

“You think that's extreme, no, extreme is saying I would sleep with someone else in that bed after kicking you out.” I say very loudly in a harsh tone.

“I’ll leave the happy couple alone a moment,” The doctor says nervously before leaving the room.

“You will never… and when I say never… it means never… Ever sleep in our bed with another man… do you hear me, Princess,” He says, clenching his teeth.

“Why would you think I’d pick any other man over you?” I ask. “I never specified who that person would be,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him while trying not to cry… what… don’t judge me… he’s really scary when he’s possessive… especially when we’re in the same room… alone.

“Er…” He begins, trying to come up with an explanation.

“Dylan, I was just using that as an example of extreme, to make a point.” I say while adjusting the bandaid on my foot, then standing up and going for the door.

“Princess where are you going.” I hear Dylan ask me as I open the door.

“To the car.” I say while walking out. Next thing I know I’m being carried bridal style out of the hospital and to the car by Dylan. 

When we got back to the house, I went back to mine and Dylan’s room grabbed my phone and called my mom because I felt like I haven’t seen her in forever and wanted to talk to her. I walked back downstairs and called her she picked up on the third ring.

“Hey sweetie, how are you, what have you been up to.” She asks me through the phone.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to talk to you.” I say back to her.

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After a long phone conversation with my mom, she had to go so we hung up leaving me alone with nothing to do. So I decided I would go find Dylan and annoy him, because I feel like it. I walk into an office like room, that I’ve never been in before. And find him in a chair sitting looking at a bunch of papers.

“Dylan,” I ask him.

“Yes Princess” He replies before standing up and coming over next to me and rubbing my arms.

“I’m bored.” I state before plopping down on the couch in the corner of the room.

“I’m not exactly sure how I fix that.” He says while going back to the chair he was previously sitting at.

I decide to go over to him and sit on his lap putting my head down on his chest, and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You remind me of a child,” He says, wrapping his arms around me for a moment, then getting back to work.

“And how’s that?” I ask, lifting my head off of his chest and looking into his eyes.

“Because you want my attention… just like a child,” He says, glancing into my eyes and then getting back to work.

“But, I’m not a child… I was planning on annoying you… but then, as soon as I got in here… I decided not to bug you… and then, I felt a little cold over on the couch, so I came and sat on your lap to feel warm,” I said, laying my head on his chest again.

“You’re so cute,” He whispers to me, and I almost didn’t catch it.

“I get that a lot… mostly from you,” I say, rolling my eyes, but keeping my head on his chest.

“That’s because you’re my Princess… and you are adorable,” He states, setting the pencil on his desk and wrapping his arms back around me. “What do you say we get some sleep, huh… we could fall asleep while watching ‘New Girl’... and I could warm you right up,” He says, standing up and heading towards the door.

“What about your work?” I ask, adjusting myself so I’m comfortable while earning a small groan from Dylan.

“My work… it can wait… right now… I want to hangout with my Princess… and fall asleep with her,” He says, opening the door and shutting it behind him as he walks out.

“Are you sure? I really didn’t mean to interrupt your work,” I say, nervous.

“Are you kidding… I should be spending the day with you… matter of fact, I did spend most of the day with you… it was at the hospital… but still… it was with you… so why not spend the rest of today with you, right?” He asks.

“You should get to work… so you can get it done… I really didn’t want…” I get cut off by a small peck on my lips.

“If hanging out with me is such a bad thing… then I guess you can go play by yourself…” He says with a wink while setting me down on the ground gently.

“I’m not a kid…” I say, What? I don’t play… that’s something little kids do.

“Are you sure your okay?” He asks… still keeping me in his arms, when I’m like a foot from the ground… He’s probably still worried about my foot.

“Just let me go,” I say, giving him a small smile.

“Okay,” He says, finally letting me go, but as soon as my foot touched the ground, I fell, feeling the pain spread through my foot… I mean… why wouldn’t it… It did just happen today. “Nope… guess you’re spending your day with me,” He says, smiling at me.

“Just help me up,” I say, glaring at him… it’s not that I didn’t want to hang out with him… I just want more time to hangout with him… because I know if he doesn’t finish his work then he’ll work late and he’ll be in bed either late at night or early in the morning.

“Babe…” He says, picking me up. “It’s fine if I hang out with you today…” He says, carrying me bridal style to our room. Once we get to our room, he gently lays me on the bed and lays next to me after grabbing the remote.

“Thank you,” I mumble loud enough for him to hear me.

“You’re very welcome, Princess… I wouldn’t like to spend this day any other way,” He says, kissing my forehead and putting on my show.

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Sometime in the show, I felt myself dozing off with his warm arm around me.

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When I woke up, Dylan was laying next to me, watching ‘The 100’, keeping his arm securely around me.

“Oh, hey, babe…” He says, noticing I’m awake… while for about 10 minutes, I’ve just been staring at him like a creep… but no… I don’t regret it… I love this man more than food… and that’s a lot.

“Hey,” I say, hearing my sleepy voice.

“It’s time for dinner… you took a long nap… so what do you want to eat?” He asks.

“W… what time is it?” I ask, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands.

“6:30,” He answers after grabbing his phone with his free hand.

“Why don’t you go and finish your work… I’ll cook us dinner,” I say, wiping my eyes again.

“Act…” He starts saying.

“No… I insist… you must get it done…” I cut him off.

“Babe…” He starts again.

“Don’t argue…” I glare at him, but he just rolls his eyes, rolls over, making it so I’m trapped under him with his hands on both sides of my head, holding himself up.

“Babe…” He starts again.

“Dylan get off of me,” I cut him off while folding my arms the best I can in anger.

“Babe…” He tries again.

“Don’t babe me… get…” But I get cut off with a passionate kiss on my lips. “Princess…” He begins… this time I actually let him talk. “While you were sleeping, I finished my work… I’m free,” He says, smiling at me again.

“That’s great… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I tried… but you kept interrupting me,” He says.

“No… I mean instead of saying ‘Oh hey, babe’ you could have said… ‘Let’s hang out the rest of the day… I finished all of my work while you were asleep’,” I state, uncrossing my arms.

“Whatever,” He says, getting up from the bed and holding his hand for me to take… but me being my stubborn self nodded my head no and stayed laying on the bed… When I thought he was going to leave the room, he actually dragged my feet, obviously grabbing my ankles, and dragged my legs off of the bed… then he picked me up bridal style and made his way to the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we make it to the bottom of the stairs.

“That’s a surprise,” He says, gently slipping slippers on my feet and boots on his… then a jacket… and guess what… he slipped one of his hoodies over my head… it smells so good.

“But… I don’t like surprises,” I whisper while he sets me in the passenger seat of his vehicle… then he runs to the driver’s side and starts the car. “Please just tell me,” I beg, as we stop at a red light.

“Stop begging, Princess or I’ll have to make you start begging for something else,” He smirks.

“What did I say about those jokes,” I say, giving him a warning look.

“I was talking about your food, love… the place I’m taking you has delicious food,” He says, that smirk quickly disappeared after I said that.

“Good… if you were talking about something else… I would have made that smirk disappear by getting out of this vehicle, walking home, and locking you out of the house,” I say.

“You called my house ‘home’,” He says, smiling while glancing at me and back at the road a few times.

“That’s because I feel loved each and every time I step into that house… and the reason for that would be you are the love of my life,” I say, looking out my window.

“You’re the love of my life too,” He says, pulling the car over to the side of the road, which also has a nice, comfortable, and casual restaurant. But before I got out, I was pulled back, and my back hit his hard chest… how I got to the driver’s side so easily is a mystery to me… “Can we sit here for a moment… and let’s enjoy and savor this moment before going into that restaurant,” He says, kissing my forehead and resting my head on his chest. “I like this position,” He whispers… and once I found that I was straddling him… you could call me a tomato with how red I am.

“I’m hungry,” I blurted out.

“Then, we’ll get you, my love, some food,” He says, opening his door and standing up with me still straddling him… until he got to the sidewalk, he let me go, gently, and kept his arms around me… since my foot is still injured. 

Once we get into the restaurant, the waiter took us to a table. Once we sat down the waiter looked down at me.

“What can I get for you today.” He asks while looking down at me with a smirk, obviously checking me out. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Dylan glaring at the waiter. So I thought it would be best to order quickly so Dylan wouldn't do anything stupid.

After we ordered Dylan suddenly turned his attention to me.

“We should get a different waiter, this one is perverted.” He complains, causing me to snicker to myself quietly.

“You probably think that any guy that comes near me is perverted.” I mumble to myself.

“I heard that, Princess.” He whispers in my ear.

“Well then remind me next time to be more quiet when I’m making fun of you.”  I whisper back to him.

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Once we were done with our food Dylan paid the bill then we left. We got in the car and soon sped off back home.

When we finally arrived I quickly jumped out of the vehicle forgetting that my foot was still bad, then I fell while getting out of the car due to the sharp pain I was feeling in my foot. Dylan quickly bolted towards me at lighting speed.

“Princess are you okay, do you want me to take you to the hospital.”  He asks getting ready to start the car again.

“Dylan I’m fine, I just forgot that my foot was still hurt.” I say giving him a gentle smile before using him to help me get to my feet.

Before I could take one step Dylan picked me up and carried me inside, to our bedroom, then he laid me down on the bed. He soon started checking me for injuries, yet again, well at least I know he cares about me.

“Dylan, I promise I'm fine, seriously… Babe, why don't you go get me some water.” I ask him softly trying to get his attention off of me and onto something I actually need.

“Are you absolutely sure your okay.” He asks with a worried expression on his face.

“Yes I’m fine Dylan, now how about that water.” I ask feeling parched.

He left the room leaving me alone on the bed extremely bored, I decided to play on my phone. When Dylan finally came back into the room with my water once he came close enough I quickly took the water and gulped it down instantly feeling my mouth happy that I was no longer thirsty. At least in that specific way.  

I finally set the glass cup down on the nightstand, then wrap my arms around Dylan and pull him closer kissing him on the cheek. I then whispered in his ear.

“I love you.”  He smiles softly then kisses my lips very gently, before laying down in bed next to me, pulling the blankets up and over us and wrapping his arms around me . Causing me to drift off to a light sleep.