The One Who Healed My Scars

Christmas

It’s now about 11:30 on Christmas Eve and Ashton and I are paying Santa at the moment. I was putting presents under the tree while Ashton was stuffing seven stockings. Ashton and I were going to do each others so we were both surprised when we went through it. He even suggested that we get Keanna and Shianne a stocking because they were coming over tomorrow as well. They’re coming because Ashton wanted to finally meet them, and because I want all my family with me on Christmas. I was putting the last couple presents under the tree when Ashton suggested something that took me back a bit. “Why don’t you and the boys just move in here with me?” It surprised me because I was starting to feel like a burden. “Ashton, would you really want us here all the time? Intruding on your privacy?” I asked, surprised. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. “Babe, you guys are not intruding. “You,” He said interlacing our fingers together. “my boys,” He pointed upstairs, telling me he meant Conner and Hayden. “and my idiots,” I knew he was talking about Luke, Calum, and Michael, so I chuckled. “are the most important people in my life right now. I love having you guys around. I wouldn’t trade any of you in for the world.” I smiled and kissed him lightly, when an obvious question popped into my head. “But what about your parents? I’m sure they wouldn’t want a screaming baby, a hyper five year old, and an emotional teenager living with them.” Sadness flashed through his eyes. “I um, live alone.” Ashton said. “Where are your parents?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion. He’s only sixteen, why is he living alone? “They um, kicked me out. Can we just drop it please?” I knew he was lying. I can tell when Ashton lies. “Sure.” I said and hugged him. He squeezed me tight. “So will you guys move in?” He asked with a smile. “I’ll have to ask Conner if it’s okay with him, but I would love to move in with you.” I smiled and he leaned down to kiss me. Ashton is 6’ where as I am barley 5’2, so the height difference is a lot but we don’t mind.

We continued to kiss and soon the kiss got more heated. Ashton moved his hands from my waist down to my butt, then down to my thighs. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Not long after that, the kissing because a little more violent. He was now holding me by my butt instead of my thighs and his grip became tighter. I laced my fingers through his curly hair and pulled lightly. A moan escaped his lips, which turned me on even more. The kissing was becoming sloppier and sloppier the more we got into it. Ashton shoved me up against the nearest wall to steady me better. After minutes of kissing there, he walked up the stairs with me like that and set me down on his bed. He started playing with the end of my dress and slowly started to pull it up. His lips traveled down to my neck and he began to suck on my skin. It started off soft, then got rougher as time passed. He bit my neck causing me to moan lightly. When Ashton was about to pull my dress up ever higher, I remembered my scar. My first reaction was to push Ashton off of me quickly. I met eyes with him and saw he was confused. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled, and slowly started to get up. “Babe?” Ashton said starting to get up. I tried to quickly walk out the door so I could deal with my problems by myself, but Ashton had other plans. He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into him. He hugged me gently, a much different feeling then a few minutes ago. I just snuggled into his chest and took in his scent. His scent always soothed me, probably because it was his.

“I’m sorry, I took it too far.” Ashton said. “No, it wasn’t that. That part I liked.” I admitted. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashton smile out of accomplishment. The smile soon faded when her remembered I was upset. “Then what’s wrong?” Ashton asked. I took a deep breath, no more crying, I cry too much. Is now the time to tell him? I pondered many different outcomes in my mind and decided on no. “I’ll tell you some other time.” He didn’t bother arguing with me. He just held me close and kissed the top of my head. We soon decided it was time to go to bed because we had a lot to do tomorrow.