S for Scary Movie
"What are we watching?" I asked, bringing the large bowl of popcorn to the sofa.
Lewis sat in one of the corners, browsing Netflix for a film. It was his turn to choose what we were going to watch.
After weeks of begging, I finally accepted the offer to watch a creepy film with him.
But I hadn't told him about the fact that I despised scary movies because I was incredibly afraid of them.
"Tonight, we're watching a classic horror film," Lewis grinned at me.
I sighed, but it turned out to be more of a shaky breath. Lewis raised his eyebrows in curiosity and worry.
I put the bowl down and grabbed a blanket, sitting down next to him. He immediately put his arm around my shoulder, offering comfort.
"Which is?" I asked, grabbing some popcorn.
Lewis didn't answer. Instead, he pointed the remote at the television again and pressed play: "It."
I frowned. "It" isn't really a classic, is it? Like Halloween, or Psycho or The Shining. I felt my heart drop at the first sound from the TV.
I didn't dare turn to Lewis to ask him to lower the volume until I practically couldn't hear it. Instead, I turned and turned on the small lamp behind us. It offered some comfort, but not nearly enough to calm me down.
The popcorn was sitting on the coffee table now, and the blanket wrapped around us. My head was resting on Lewis' chest, Roscoe was quietly snoring in his corner.
But my eyes were on the screen. On the dark, cold, gooey, disgusting contents of the screen.
I knew a jumpscare was coming, and yet, it scared me all the same.
I jumped with a yelp, burying my face in the crook of Lewis' neck. He chuckled, tightly wrapping his arms around me.
He held onto me while the TV went on playing the film. I found myself sitting on his lap, face in his neck, arms around him and my whole body shivering.
"Hey," he started, lowering the TV's volume, "are you all right?"
I shook my head, still attached to him.
He couldn't help but chuckle. Lewis found it adorable when I was scared of horror films and kept clinging to him.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" he asked gently, caressing my hair, moving strands of it behind my ear.
I nodded, and Lewis smiled to himself.
Then he grabbed the remote and turned the film off, went to Spotify and played a soft jazz playlist.
I leaned back, looking into his eyes. He smiled at my teary eyes, wiping my cheeks.
"It's okay," he whispered, "I'm here."
I nodded: "I know. I just- I don't know if I will ever be able to watch something like that."
Lewis' gaze softened: "You don't have to watch these films, Y/n."
"I know," I nodded, kissing his cheek, "I know."
As I pulled back, our eyes met with a different kind of gaze. He kept close, glancing at my lips now and then.
His hands wandered to my cheeks, gently moving them towards him. I let myself be guided by his movements and found it easy to comply.
Our lips met with a soft kiss, the warmth melting my heart and allowing the nervosity and anxiousness from the film to evaporate.
He kissed me softly. Lewis knew how to kiss a lady, how to treat her and how to praise her.
And I loved the way I felt with him by my side.
And forever will.
*****
Good night lovelies,
Hope your Christmas was splendid and full of laughter :)
On to Boxing Day for anyone celebrating!
New Year's is around the corner, too ;)
love you all,
x
Brooke
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