Me, My Ballet Shoes And You [BoyxBoy]

#CHAPTER 28

He had his mouth wide open and his hand was on his chest. "Scotty! Are you mad? Why did you do that? It's horrible! You shouldn't have done this. It's a huge mistake. You'll regret it! Why would you do that?" He was angry. I was hurt. I really thought he would like it and if he didn't, I didn't think I would care. But I do. I had tears in my eyes and couldn't hold them in anymore. "I... I'm s..sorry. I'm g..gonna go now." I said as I put my shirt back on and ran downstairs to the front door. He said it was horrible and I felt so sad. "Scotty! I didn't mean it like that." He said. Everyone was looking at us and they all gasped as they saw my tattoo since I hadn't closed my shirt. I covered it and headed out of his house. He held me back. "Scotty..." He started saying before I cut him off. "Don't call me like that. You said it yourself. It's horrible. And to answer your question on why I would do something like that, it's because I love you and I really thought you would like it. The date is the day I you brought me to the park when I got out of the hospital." I was crying. "Scotty..." He tried to caress my cheek but I pushed him away. I had done the tattoo for him and I actually had the guts to do it, to show it to him with the scars I had on my chest. But I don't think he saw them and thank god for that. He was preoccupied with the tattoo. "It's a lot to take in Scotty. You've got to give me some time." I rolled my eyes and said "and when we broke up I gave you some time too. When you found out I was taking the antidepressants I gave you some time. But you never came back. You never said why you didn't talk to me and just when I think we can finally start over you had to tell me you were seeing someone else. And seeing how you were with him I really thought you loved him. But at the park, when you said all of these words I thought you were the one. I really thought you were. But considering you don't even like the fact that I scripted on my heart the date that happened and the sentence you said 'you are the love of my life' and a heart with both our names around it, I guess you're not the one after all." I cried not realising my shirt had fallen down and everyone was looking. "Scotty, I do like it. It's just that y-" he stopped talking, looking at my chest. "What are all these scars Scot?" Gosh I had forgotten about them. My knees gave up and I dropped to the floor crying harder. He bend down and carried me to his bedroom putting me down on his bed. I had calmed down but was still sad. "So? I'm waiting for an answer." I bend my head down. He came to my side and looked at my chest. "You cut yourself there didn't you?" I nodded. He put his cold hand on my chest and started touching the scars. I shivered at the touch of it. He continued touching it and had tears to his eyes. "Don't you ever say I don't love you Scotty because I do and I love every single aspect of your personality and body. Including the scars and the tattoo. I may not approve of the tattoo but believe me when I say it has warmed my heart to a hundred degrees." I cried. His eyes went from my chest to my wrists. He took them in his hands and said "they're new! Scotty, I thought you weren't depressed anymore." I sighed and said "I... I did. It's just, at first I didn't want to throw the pills away because they would make me forget but I had to and I didn't have any other way to take the pain away than t..to cut myself." I had tears crawling down my cheeks and he was crying to. He whipped my tears away and said "don't you ever, and I mean ever cut yourself or harm yourself again." He kissed me on the lips and I kissed him back. "And I love the tattoo Scotty. I really do." I kissed him again. He climbed over me and the kissed were getting more intense. His hands were touching my chest. I put mine into his T-shirt and pulled it off. He started kissing my neck and then my chest. I moaned. He kissed me on the scars and the tattoo. In between every kisses he was saying "I. Love. You. Your. Scars. And. Your. Tattoo." I was rubbing my hands allover his body. I think I was ready. I loved him so much. I turned him over and started unbuckling his belt. He stopped me and said "We can't do this now. It needs to be special." I agreed and I put my shirt back on. He put his T-shirt back on. I opened the door and stepped out of the room. He pulled me back into his arms and held me tight before kissing me on the cheek. He said "I love you and your present was the best." I smiled and we headed downstairs. Everybody was looking at us. Lila said "care to tell us what happened and why do you have a tattoo on your chest?" I didn't know what to say so Harry answered for me. "The tattoo was my present which he nor I will be sharing it with you. And we were upstairs taking care of something." Mr Davis then said "yeah more like taking of your dicks."