Home Wrecker {A.F.I}

Chapter 33

Alexandria

It was now Christmas Day; and honestly it was weird not spending it with my family. I don't remember the last time I didn't celebrate with them. My parents were back in Melbourne, and my grandparents had retired and moved to Byron Bay. I didn't have many cousins or aunties and uncles, the ones I did have, were scattered around the country, and I didn't get to see them often. I was glad, however that I was going to be spending the time with Ashton and his family.

As it turned out, Lauren's friend, Ellie, was full of shit and came up with a bunch of empty threats. The worst she could do was tell the world that Ash and I supplied the alcohol; but Anne said to her mother, that night when she came to pick up her daughter that if she even tries to say something they'd be hearing from Ashton's lawyers.

People were still calling me those horrible names; but I learnt to block them out and ignore them.

I woke up, in Ashton's arms, that morning; just like I had the whole time I'd been in Sydney. We were in a great place in our relationship. And I couldn't be happier, "merry Christmas baby," he spoke, his voice groggy as he'd just woken up
"Merry Christmas," I smiled, turning around in his arms, so I was facing him. I felt his arm glide up my bare waist; reminding me of what we'd done last night. We'd gone against the rules his mother had laid out for us; it had been too long since we felt each other the way we had. We made sure we were quiet as we possibly could be, just to not draw attention to what we were doing. Last night was completely different to the recent times we'd shared. Last night was more slow, and meaningful. Not that every time we'd shared over those weeks wasn't, it was just more rushed and for the fun of it. Last night how ever we showed each other, just how much we loved the other and how much we couldn't live without each other. "I love you's" were whispered to each other throughout the time, and it as perfect as could be. I will say that it was extremely difficult to keep quiet though.

"Last night was amazing," he said kissing my forehead
"It was," I smiled, "what time is it?" I asked, he reached over me and grabbed his phone from his bedside table
"It's nine," he told me, "I'm surprised the kids haven't come and woken us up to open presents yet,"
"It's probably a good thing they haven't," I laughed, knowing that we were both still naked under the covers, "they have always had the habit of coming in and waking us up, pulling the covers off of us," he nodded in agreement and pulled me closer to him. He'd been doing that a lot recently. Holding me as close as possible, always holding my hand, touching my knee, or had his hand on the small of my back. It was almost like he was scared that if he let go, I would disappear. He pulled even closer again, if that was even possible, "Ash," I squealed out, "I can't breathe,"
"Sorry, I'm just so happy you're here," he loosened his grip slightly
"So am I," I smiled, resting my head on his chest, placing a few small pecks on his sternum
"It's almost that if I let go or don't hold you tight enough you'll disappear and I'll wake this will all just be a dream," he said, tracing small circles on my lower back, "a good dream, but a dream none the less,"
"I'm not going anywhere babe," I told him, "I'd follow you anywhere,"
"That's a little hypocritical you know," he said suddenly, I didn't even realise what I'd just said. Why it would have hurt him, at all
"What?"
"You said you'd follow me anywhere, but..."
"But what Ash? How is that hypocritical? I'm pretty sure I'd proven over the last month I'd do anything for you,"
"If you meant that you would have followed me when I left," I finally understood what he meant, but I didn't really have a choice. At least I didn't think I did at the time
"Ash," I started, the last thing I wanted was to fight again. Not today, not after last night.

We stayed in bed with eachother, for a while. Neither of us had moved, yet we hadn't spoken either. The only thing that had changed, was that we were no longer tangled up in each other's arms; and I was on the verge of tears.
"Ash, I didn't..." I began, but then we heard Harry call out
"WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" We both groaned at his younger brother
"Looks like we have to get up now, if we don't want mum walking in on us," Ash said, knowing that if she did, there would be a lot of trouble
"Yeah," I sighed; still not making a move to get up
"Get up, Lex," he said,  it wasn't as sweet as it could have been or what it would have been if he didn't take my statement the way he did
"Fine, I'm getting up," I sighed, again, slowly getting up and throwing on clothes. Ashton had already walked to the door, and I was expecting him to walk out and go down with out me
"You coming?" He asked, getting impatient
"Ash," I said, taking the few steps towards the door. Once I got there I reached for his hand but he pulled it away, "can we talk for five seconds before we go down?" I asked
"What's the point?" He was being ridiculous
"So what does this mean then?"
"Nothing?" He questioned, "that we're fighting? It's not supposed to mean anything Lex, except that you're a hypocrite,"
"That's so fucking uncalled for!" I whisper yelled, I knew I couldn't raise my voice with out drawing attention to our argument
"We'll talk about it later, we don't have time for this," he said and left the room. I followed out straight away, practically sprinting to catch up. Just so it looked like nothing was wrong.