Hard Time's

a thousand years

No one else gets to see this side of her when the walls come down and when she's vulnerable. Keeping her leaning against your chest you gently remove the gravel from her palms and use your sleeve to wipe them. The ride home is silent she has her arms around you listening to your heartbeat as you gently stroke her hair. When you arrive home she slips from you going to her room you've been sleeping alone in yours. Tonight is different, you enter holding a pair of scissors she is sitting on her bed in her ruined outfit her shoes on the floor. Her knees are propped up and she's resting her head. You approach her. 'Let's get you sorted, straighten your legs.' she does as you ask.

Shifting her skirt it rips a little more she grabs it harshly ripping it further. You sigh but know it is important to be gentle with her right now and carefully cut her tights. 'Damn.' it's bad, you stroke her calf. 'Hold on.' you go to the ensuite and get supplies. You carefully clean her wound and apply a soothing cream then carefully plaster it up. 'I'll help you get ready for bed.' At this, she finally speaks. 'I'm fine thank you.' Rolling your eyes you tidy up. 'We've been together weeks now, what is your problem, what's your deal with being totally naked in front of me? You've seen me naked a hundred times, I've had my mouth on your cunt and sucked your tits, what's the big secret?' 'Don't be vulgar.' she chastises.' The baroness stands. 'I....just prefer it this way.' It's hard adoring someone and wanting to throttle them at the same time but you manage.

'Yeah I can understand wouldn't want to look like a common slapper.' your bitterness is showing. The baroness double-takes remembering what she said. '(y/n) I never meant-' you slam her room door shut as you exit not letting her finish. That night you have a lot of thinking to do about what you want to do with your life. As angry as you are you feel guilty that it's your fault she got hurt. That night you don't sleep you pack a bag and head downstairs the baroness is already up and drinking a cup of tea. Looking at the clock it's 5am works going to be fun today on zero hours of sleep. When she sees you the baroness stills and goes noticeably more pale almost instantly she drops her teacup and it shatters. Hearing the break you jump. 'Careful, no sleep, plus hungover equals no loud noise.'

Going over to her you notice she looks frightened and her fingers are twitching her anxiety is so out of control. 'What?' you look around nervously you aren't as scared as her of rats but you don't like them. She swallows and regains her composure. 'So, I'll take it this is goodbye?' This confuses you and you look around again to make sure she's not talking to someone else. 'Um goodbye?' The baroness blinks refusing to shed more tears. 'Very well, it wont affect your job and you can still stay here as long as you need to.' You are still confused she dabs her mouth with her napkin refusing to engage the matter further.

You look at your bag then at her then your bag and laugh. She snaps rounds to you looking pissed. 'Did I say something funny?' You approach her and drop the bag beside her chair. 'Look inside.' she doesnt look impressed but does as requested. 'Your clothes, yes I couldve imagined thats what was in the bag thank you for the update.' she drops the bag harshly. Tilting your head you smirk slightly because she's kind of cute when she's insecure and angry but seeing her hand shake as she reaches for her fork urges you to come clean. You walk behind her and drag her chair around she almost falls but keeps her balance.

Walking back around to face her you kneel, careful to miss the smashed porcelain. 'What is the meaning of this?!' You take out the skimpy outfits showing her them again. 'My clubbing outfits. I got thinking last night about everything. I felt guilty I shouldn't have let you be in a situation like that it's not your world and thats okay. It doesnt need to be my world anymore either.' You place your hands on the knee of your distressed jeans. 'I hated seeing you so uncomfortable and I felt worse when you got hurt. I do get bored of the balls and galas and people whispering about me. I don't come from a middle-class background. None of it matters though as long as Im with you Im happy.'

"One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more"

The baroness listens and you watch the relief slowly start to bloom over her features. 'So, your not leaving me?' You smile and gently push her skirt above her knee you press a kiss to the wound. 'Not in a thousand years.'