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Chapter 83 Chairs and Pictures

I stepped into the house,the floors were wooden and it was cold and dark Smith flicked on the light and the room was flooded with a warm orange glow of old light bulbs. I walked forwards we were in the kitchen of the house, it had an old fashioned oven and it was your typical English country kitchen. There were cook books lining one wall and different spices and herbs hung just underneath. Smith walked past me and opened a white door which had old black hinges and I followed him.

It lead to a larger room with an old leather sofa with two different arm chairs either end with a grand fireplace in front. One was plump with worn leather and brass nail details. The other was a beige colour with a purple velvet cushion with low arm rests. 'That one is Dad's, this one is Mums.' Smith said with his hand in the high back of the beige chair. 'Me, my brother and sister would all sit here and in the winter when we came back from sledging we would all sit on the sofa with one of mum's knitted blankets and Dad would be keeping the fire going and if it was really cold we would be allowed hot chocolate.' He said just staring at the fire, I smiled at him. 'At Christmas the tree would go just here in the corner.' he said walking over to the further corner of the room. 'We would make paper chains to hang from the curtain poles and we would all have our stockings above the fireplace, even mum and dad.' he smiled remembering times gone by. 'we would always have a big dinner around the table too.' he said opening another door revealing a dining room.

We walked in, 'dad would sit at the head then my mum this side, my sister the other side of him and then my brother and I here and here. Mum would always do turkey and we would all eat until we couldn't eat anymore before sitting In front of the fire playing with our toys. I remember one Christmas my brother and I got a rubber band gun and we used to shoot the corks from the wine bottles.' He told me. I looked at him with a smile on my face. 'What?' he asked looking at me. 'Nothing, I haven't seen you like this since...since ever.' I said with a tear in my eye. He walked over to me and wrapped me in a hug. 'I love you.'I told him and he kissed the top of my head, 'I love you more.'

Smith and I sat on the sofa watching the remaining raindrops run down the window as the rain stopped. 'This place doesn't feel right. It's Christmas but it doesn't feel like Christmas.' Smith said and I lifted my head from his shoulder. 'I know.' he said getting up and leaving the room. I followed him past the dining room and up some stairs. At the top of the stairs he was prodding at the ceiling with a pole when a hatch opened and a ladder slid down. 'Can I ask what you are doing?' I asked leaning on one of the five doors that were at the top of the stairs. Smith went up the ladder into the loft. He was up there for a while and I adjusted myself and accidentally leant on the handle of the door and it opened and I almost fell over.

I regained my balance and I was in the room. There were pictures on the walls of children and I guess family members. The pictures covered all but one of the four walls. On one of the walls there was a bookshelf with various things on it including trophies, certificates and a few more pictures. I looked archeologists on the wall, there was one with what looked like Smith kissing I think his mother on the cheek. I smiled and I heard the floor creak making me jump slightly. 'That was my mum's favorite picture.' he said now with boxes behind him, 'It was taken at my sixth birthday party.' he said walking in. 'This one here was taken when I graduated uni.' he said pointing a slightly smaller picture. Smith had longer hair still messy of course in his robes. 'This was when we went on holiday to Devon and we rode horses, that's my brother and that's my sister.' he said pointing at another.

He talked through Most of the pictures in the room before he stopped. 'Anyway.' he sniffed, 'let's get this all sorted.' he said turning to the boxes, 'what are they?' I asked and and picked one up and handed it to me, 'Christmas decorations.' he said picking up a bigger box for himself.

We brought all the stuff to the the living room and Smith went to a get old looking stereo in the corner of the room and powered it up after looking through the rack of cds and even tapes. Christmas music started to crackle and echo throughout the house. 'That's a better.' he said. I started unpacking king some of the ornaments from the box and Smith would place them on the shelves and mantle.

Once the ornaments were all in place Smith said it was time for the tree, which was a lot larger than I had expected. We were both attaching the branches, me doing the lower down ones and Smith the higher. Once it was assembled we wound the lights around and started putting on tinsel and the tree ornaments. We were both sat on the floor placing them on the tree. I looked past the branches pausing my decorating and watched Smith. He was mouthing the words to the songs in the background and placing ornaments carefully on the beast of a tree. The lights combined with the red tinsel lit up his face, it was truly a slightly magical moment. 'Come on we are almost done.' he said standing up and returning to the box. I stood up and admired the now beautiful tree and Smith walked up behind me. 'One last thing.' he said handing me a beautifully hand crafted angel with golden hair and wings made from what looked like wood but it was so incredibly light it felt fragile. 'It's beautiful.' I said stroking the hair, 'My mum made it, It was an old off cut that my dad was going to throw away after making us our swing set. She spent most of the year moulding and shaping it. It goes at the top of the tree.' he said pointing at the at least seven foot tree. 'I can't reach.' I said holding out the angel to him. 'Yeah you can.' he said as he picked me up and I placed the angel on carefully. He lowered me down slowly and I placed my hands on his forearms and when my feet touched the floor I turned around and put my arms around him and by head on his chest. 'Perfect.' he said kissing the top of my head.

Authors Note
Ok I am going to probably be asleep before this hits 5 votes so if this hits 10 votes by 10am gmt 9th I will just upload up to and including the bomb shell. Ok deal, good make me happy and just vote up this chapter enough and or beyond 10 votes and a field wave of reading material will be with you for the weekend. Yes I built it up masses is it worth it? How the he'll do I know. Love you all.

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