Dallon's POV
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I put my arms around Brendon as gently as I could, not wanting to scare him away again. I had been aching to feel him again, and now I was holding him...well...he was really holding me.

Brendon's arms were tight around me, and he was rubbing my back gently. I had buried my face in his neck, crying even harder because I had him back, sort of.

"B-Bren," I sobbed out, my voice muffled. I wanted to hold him tighter, but I didn't want him to think I was gonna hurt him at all.

He let go of me and backed away. I gasped a little, not wanting him to go. My eyes were still tightly closed, hot tears running down my cheeks. I felt Brendon's hands on my face, lifting it up a little. "D-Dally."

I opened my eyes, seeing tears in my boyfriend's eyes also. I hadn't expected that to happen, but I was kinda happy I wasn't the only emotional one in the room. He gave me a small smile before crying a little.

I put my forehead against his, putting my hands on the base of his neck, my fingers touching the small strands of his hair. I was surprised that he was this close to me and still okay.

We were so vulnerable right now, we'd never cried together really. We'd been stressed, scared, and unconscious, but we'd never done this. Brendon had cried in front of me, and I've been close to doing it too, but I never had so I didn't make him more upset. That had all gone away now with both of us crying and holding each other.

I began to catch my breath, but as I pulled more air into my lungs I felt Brendon shaking. I realized that he was still scared of me, he wasn't okay, he was this close for some reason but I didn't understand why. Was he crying because he was scared of me?

I let out another sob before pushing him away, which broke my heart even more. I saw his eyes widen and new tears rolled down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry, I know you're scared of me."

Brendon shook his head, swiping his hair out of his eyes. His shoulders were still shaking and he was looking at me with the most hurt look in the world. "I-I love y-you, even i-if you d-don't feel th-the same."

I sighed, closing my eyes again, resting my head on the wall. "I love you still, Bren." I reached my hand out, loosely holding his hand, our fingers barely intertwined. "I'm so sorry about everything."

Brendon didn't reply, he just stood up, his legs shaking a little. He practically fell onto the bathroom counter, gasping. I shot up, gripping his shoulders without really thinking. "Baby, are you okay?"

He shook his head, his eyes screwed shut. "M-my head h-hurts, I-I don't f-feel good." I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist, keeping him upright. He put his arm around my neck, breathing quickly and unevenly.

I swiped his clothes up off of the floor, holding onto him. "Here, baby doll." He nodded, putting his clothes on while I made sure he didn't fall. He had just gotten his hoodie on when his knees gave out, and I had to quickly catch him before he hit the floor.

Brendon let out a sob, holding onto me. "I-I feel b-bad, D-Dally." I nodded, lifting him up to his feet. "C-carry me?" I was surprised, but I agreed, picking him up. I rushed us to our room so I could make him lay down.

I decided to keep the door open so Brendon didn't panic at all, I set him on the bed and I had to force myself to not lay right next to him or over him. I decided to sit on the floor, still able to get to him if he needed me.

He kept whimpering but I tried not to pay too much attention, so I got on my phone, trying to find anything to clear my mind from the matter at hand. He had trusted me enough to hug me, to allow me to hold him, to carry him, but I didn't want to go too far, to make him uncomfortable or unhappy.

I felt more tears threaten to fall as my mind began thinking about all of the different things that could happen, that he could not want me anymore. I set my phone down so I could focus on not crying, but I saw Brendon looking at me.

"D-Dally," he whimpered, holding his arms out to me. "Pl-please hold m-me."

"Baby, I...I can't."

He pulled his arms back, curling into a ball. I heard him whimper and cry a little, running his hands through his hair. I couldn't bear to see him like this, it broke my heart even more. My overprotective boyfriend mode set in, and I quickly moved onto the bed, setting myself close to him.

I cupped his face in my hands like how he had done to me earlier, I used my thumbs to rub his cheeks gently, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, just look at me, sweetheart, keep your eyes on me."

He nodded, putting his hands on my wrists. He was still shaking but he was beginning to calm down a little. "D-D-Dally?"

"Yes, baby?" I said, giving him a small smile.

"Y-you're touching m-me...I th-thought you w-wouldn't." He said softly, moving a little so he was closer to my body.

"I...I'm sorry." I said, beginning to pull away, but he stopped me, tightening his grip on my arms. He shook his head, and I nodded, still wanting to back away because I was scared I was gonna make him feel bad.

"D-don't go." He whimpered.

"Baby, are you letting me do this cause you feel bad?" I asked. "Are you comfortable with me being this close to you?"

Brendon sat up suddenly, and I saw him wince as he did so. "I l-love you, I j-just want everything t-to be th-the same...p-please?" I noticed that his eyes were red and puffy from crying, and I guessed that mine looked the same. He was still shaky, and I kept my hands on his shoulders to make sure he was stable.

"I want things to go back to normal too." I said softly. "I just don't know if they can."

"Wh-what do you m-mean? Wh-why can't th-they go b-back to n-normal?" He asked, his voice cracking.

I looked at the floor, sighing, forcing myself to look back up. "I fucked up, I messed up our relationship really bad...I shouldn't have yelled at you especially about our age, that shouldn't matter."

He nodded, putting his arms around my neck, looking down as I spoke. "I'm so sorry, baby, you didn't deserve that at all, and I almost lost you because of my stupidity and dumb brain."

"Y-you didn't m-mean to." Brendon said, looking up, his eyes watery again. "J-just promise y-you won't hurt m-me or y-yell again?"

"I promise, baby, I'll never break that." I said.

He nodded, combing his fingers through my hair as he pulled himself onto my lap, wrapping his legs around my waist. "D-do we g-get to k-kiss still? A-and I'm st-still your b-boyfriend?"

I nodded. "Only if you want me back, Brendon, I would totally understand if you-"

I felt a familiar pair of lips on my mouth, and my eyes closed as I took in the kiss I had been dying to share with him. I put my arms around his back, holding him close, pulling him into my chest even more. I felt his fingers still weaving in and out of my hair, and I was loving the feeling of his body next to mine. I didn't know how much it had hurt to pull myself away from him, but he wanted me back, so at least I had that...and I had him.

Brendon pulled away for a second, smiling at me. "I-I've missed y-you."

"You don't even know half of what I've felt." I said, rubbing my hands up and down his sides. "Thank you for taking me back."

"I-I'm never l-leaving you a-again." He said, resting his head on my shoulder. I nodded in agreement, and I told him the same thing, I wasn't leaving my baby again for anything.

"Brendon, can I kiss your neck? Maybe leave a mark or two?" I asked quietly, knowing I would have to backtrack until he felt comfortable.

"M-mark me, D-Dally." He sighed out, burying his head in my neck as I kissed him right under his jaw. "I l-love you."

"I love you too, darling." I said against his neck. "I promise none of this will happen ever again, I'm not gonna put you through this for a second time."

"Okay, D-Dally, I t-trust you." He said. I smiled a little, feeling a warmth in my chest at his words. He trusted me, he actually trusted me.