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Chapter 9 :}

Thankfully, since it was the holidays, I didn't have to face college, along with everyone's demands on how I finally ended up with Damien. However, I still had to face the Facebook messages and text messages and the odd phone call. I've been with Damien for 3 weeks now and I'd hoped it would've died down by this point, old news. I was wrong. The number one fan of the topic, was Ashton. We speak a few times a week, I don't really understand why but we have a few common interests. He is a little over interested in my personal life sometimes and whenever I scowlded him for it he only faltered for a few hours before he subject re-appeared. 

'Still with him?'  

'Good kisser?'  

'Think he's hot?' 

'hotter than me?;)'  

'See him much?' 

'With him now?'  

'Oooh, do you looooooove him?!'

The list went on, with specific focus on the last question. I don't understand his interest in the sightest aside from wanting to wind me up. I never answered it either. Damien's lovely, and I have loving feelings for him but physically announcing my love seemed a bit far fetched at this point. Given my parents history I've just always insited to myself on waiting until I was certain for feelings like that. 

Changing the subject completley, Harry is driving me crazy. He's finally got a wobbly tooth, he's only three but running into more things than Tarzan, and here we are. So he's got this tooth, and he's re-announces it, Every. Single. Hour. It's like he watches the clock, just so he can tell me it's been another hour with his wobbly tooth. I don't know how he'll manage to get by when it comes out.

"Romy!" Harry burst in, his mouth wide open.

"My toof...look!" he exclaimed forcing his mouth closer to my face.

"Very nice Harry..."

"Yes it is! Do you have a wobbly toof Romy? Have you ever had one? Or am I the first person EVER to have a special toof?" He leaves the room before I can say anything back. For a three year old, he doesn't half talk much.

My phone vibrates, I pick it up expectantly, hoping for Damien. Ah. What a suprise. Ashton.

Still with Damien?

My relationship status changed?

Not that I've seen..

Then there's your answer

Do you love him? I groan out loud.

It's not really any of your business 

C'monnn

You're a dick.

Don't be like thatttt 

You need to realise my life is nothing to do with you, why did you even add me? 

I shut the app, I'm not replying to whatever he has to say and send Damien a text hoping he's free. I lock and unlock my phone until the little typing bubble appears. 

Gotta finish my assignment xx

...when's it due?

a week..I hope 

Soooo you free in like an hour..I'll meet you at the park?

You're in my head now..see you in 15;)

I glance in the mirror, makeup required. I put on mascara, succsessfully poking myself in the eye and smearing it on my nose. How do people do a full face everyday?

I yell to mum where I'll be before swiftly leaving the house. I start thinking about how arrogant Ashton is as I walk. I try to refocus on Damien but it wont work. Who does he think he is, demanding shit like that from me?

"Romy.." I jump, Damien's right infront of me, God how long has he been standing there..

"Someones deep in thought." he comments, putting his hand in mine.

"Sorry, please tell me I wasn't standing like a potato for too long." He chuckles.

"No, just long enough for me to notice you weren't quite on planet earth." I smile at him and sit on the swing, forcing the urge to start being a five year old again and actually using the appartace for what it's there for.

"So, whats in that pretty head of yours then?" He sits oposite me on the tarmac.

"You know, for someone that didn't used to talk to me that much you certainly have a lot of compliments." I was avoiding his question. 

"I've been holding them in haven't I?" He smirks, tossing his hair out of his eyes. I completely loose track of my thoughts and gawp at him like a child and candy.

"Seriously though what's up?" He was staring at the floor, rolling a piece of gravel between his thumb and forefinger.

I hesitate. Why don't I want to tell him? 

"Harry's just keeping me up. I'm a bit tired." 

"Aaah, he's three right?" He tosses the gravel in the air and catches it.

"Mm."

"He's cute." He adds, picking up another peice.

"Wonder where he gets that from." He flicks the gravel at me, successfully hitting me in the forehead.

"Hey!" I desperately try to fend off the next few peices he tosses.

"Aaw, did I mess up your hair?" He teased, crawling over to me.

"Yes." I pouted, flicking him in the head. He laughed and pulled me of the swing, purposely ruffling up my hair. I look at him grumpily through my now, tumbleweed hair.

He looked down at me and without thinking, I reach behind me and throw a big clump of mud at him.

"Shit!" He yelped at the sudden mess on his face.

I sat, stunned at my actions before cracking into fits if laugter. He scowled at me but I could see a smile forming. He grabs me by my waist, and I squeal as he started to tickle me.

"Damien! Put me..." I can't finish my sentence, I'm the most ticklish person. I continue to squirm in his grasp but he refuses to put me down. He's laughing at how helpless I am, I'm trying to contain myself but I can't stop scraming. He twists me around so his arms was around my back and under my legs. I respond, my arms around his neck and he suddenly stops. He sat down on the grass with me on his lap. We stay entwined like that for a while. I felt his breath on my head, he kissed the top of my forehead and I smiled up at him. He looked down at me and kissed me softly. 

"Don't leave me, okay?"