Complicated

Chapter 19: Cupid Weekend

Kathy's POV

I've been with Damon for over a month now, and after he took me on my first date a couple weeks ago, things have truly never been better. I've noticed he's been more open with me, tried to talk to me and share his personal stuff with me.

He himself is changing. I can feel it. He's given up his man whore Friday nights and weekends which he would spend with a different girl each time, to staying in and reading books or going to the movies in the muggle world with me. Believe it or not, Damon-I'm-too-good-for-you-Lovegood has decided that I am worth it.

However, being with this man child has definitely had its challenges. We actually had our first argument yesterday, on Valentine's Day. Ironic, isn't it?

*Valentine's Day*

I walked out of my third period class and was immediately faced with warm hands that pulled me in close and placed a deep kiss on my lips.

"What was that for?" I smiled as I pulled away.

"Because, you're awesome. Every other girl here is waiting for stuff from their boyfriend or girlfriend because it's Valentine's Day and you're not. I'm so glad we're above all the cliche crap." He said as he slung an arm over my shoulders.

Cliche crap... right. It's not like I wouldn't like a teddy bear or a book or even a simple dinner. Not like that at all.

"Yeah. No totally, while other couples are going out to Diagon Alley tonight and getting butterbeer, we'll just stay in." I nodded in fake agreement, but thankfully he seemed to think it was genuine.

We spent the rest of the day until last period apart, that with separate class schedules and all. Then after the last period, we did the same as always. We went into my dorm room to "chill" as he calls it. I read over my notes while he 'read' a book from my bookshelf.

After finding myself having zoned out of looking over my notes for half an hour, I huffed and slammed my notebook closed, startling Damon and making him look up at me.

"Let's do something else. We always do this." I asked him and he put the book down.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. You know, I heard that Maya and Jay are going out tonight. I heard he's taking her to New York tonight and staying there for the weekend."

"Jay is so fucking in love, I swear it's ridiculous." Damon laughed and I felt a knife to my chest.

Ouch. I mean, it hasn't been that long, he obviously can't be in love with me. Or even love me. I know that.

But I really like him. I mean really, really like him. I myself am conflicted as to whether I'm ready to say those three words yet. I don't think I should. It's too fast. It's only been a month and a half. I can't say it. It'll scare him away.

But then again... should I really be with someone who I think will run in the first chance he gets?

No. Stop it Katherine. You don't even know if you for sure love him.

Then I remembered our past month and a half together.

How we do each other's makeup. Each other's nails. How we can simply lay down and read to each other peacefully. How I'm the first girl he's slept with. And no, I don't mean sex. I mean he's never actually fallen asleep with a girl, he found that to be too intimate. Until me. How he hasn't had sex with anyone in over a month because he's committed to me, and he hasn't pressured me either. How he cooks for me, makes me breakfast in bed, proudly wears my clothes and makeup in front of anyone. How he compliments me every single day, even if I look homeless. How he's different with me. Around everyone else, he's cold and has that mysterious attractiveness going on that makes every girl be attracted to him. Though that's what attracted me to him initially, he's showed me a completely new side to him. The side that loves early 2000s disney movies, especially Monsters' Inc. The side that loves to play with makeup, and will wear it in front of everyone. The side that loves crystals and cleansing energy. The side that will have him yelling 'Baby' by Justin Bieber at the top of his lungs, especially in the rap section. The side that bakes me cupcakes and cake pops and so many other sweet things every weekend, simply because he wants to. The side that will hold me as I cry over a death of a book character, and that will start to tear up once he sees me cry.