Love is Lame

Chapter Seven

We carried up boxes of decorations from the storage in the basement, laughing at nothing. When we got into his apartment, he opened each box and tried to untangle the dangling icicle lights. His face of pure pride, the joy that lit up his eyes when he finally got it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It's that face when you're describing what you want - what you really want and why you wanted it. And you can literally see the color go through someone's face. And it's absolutely beautiful.

My dad used to tell me I had a perfect way of saying how I felt. Of course, that was before he hated me. Before everything.

"So you just hang lights around your house?" I laughed as he began hanging them around random things in the living room, although I must admit it added a nice and warming touch.

"Oh no, there is much more," He told me as I began hanging lights along the fireplace.

"That's nice."

"You think it's weird." He confronted me, coming behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He left a trail of wet kisses on my neck.

"A little bit," I admitted, turning around to face him. "But it's very welcoming. It makes me want to drink hot chocolate and watch Elf."

"I love that movie!" He exclaimed, handing me more lights to hang up. I laughed at him as I dangled some lights around the couch.

"I have to leave around four, are you able to take me back to my dorm? My car isn't here."

"No problem love." I smiled thinking of how adorable he sounded. I could picture him, sleepy with a Christmas hat on. I don't know why, but the vision made me warm.

And I'm really glad we had sex,too. I didn't think I would be, but I have completely let my walls down for him. I don't do that for anybody. Harry is a great guy.

It's three now, which means we should be leaving in an hour. I stepped into his little kitchen as he hung the mistletoe up in the doorway to his bedroom.

Kiss me under it, I thought. Kiss me until you can't breathe anymore.

I grabbed a banana off the counter and leaned against the hallway wall, watching Harry. "Interesting choice of food," He snickered at me.

I rolled my eyes, standing up. I held the banana in front of him as he took the last bite. "Look at this," He said, snaking his arms around my waist. "We're right under the mistletoe."

I giggled, leaning forward and pressing our chests together as his lips hit mine. I smiled into his lips, I couldn't help it. "God, Harry, I've know you for what, four weeks? And I trust you more than I trust myself."

"Then why don't you open up to me?" He pushed my hair behind my ears. I frowned, but his finger went between my eyebrows and tried to smoothen the crease. "I've already gotten in your pants. I'm not leaving."

I smiled. "I had a really rough childhood. And I wasn't a good kid growing up." I sighed. "I don't want you to think differently of me."

"I wouldn't."

"Oh,but you would." I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him every little detail about me. I wanted to just open up to him completely; I didn't want to hide things.

"Livi," He pouted. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. I just want you to know that I am here for you." He stroked my arm, his fingers grazing over my scars. I shuddered and I saw he noticed. "I don't want you to have to do that."

"I wish I could explain it." I told him. I put my hands under his shirt on his warm stomach, feeling his muscles and I wondered which tattoo my hand was on.