The Holiday That Changed My Life

Part Fifty Eight

The two weeks swiftly passed as I was too eager to get out of Astons house and move into my own. I'd never bought a house before, only the apartment and even then we split the cost and everything else four ways. But now I get to decorate it however I want, put things wherever I want, basically do whatever I want.

I'd gone for a relatively small standard house seeing as there was only going to be me living here. I had a main bedroom with an en suite, a spare room, a main bathroom all upstairs then downstairs you had the kitchen, living room and the dining room that I'd changed into my clothing room. It was mainly for all my designs; somewhere I could work at home.

Aston helped me to move in, carrying all the boxes in and I let him set up my kitchen and he almost demanded to set up anything electrical like my TV etc. saying that if I did it I'd probably electrocute myself. I wasn't going to argue, he was probably right. I knew that with Aston wanting to help me move in, he also wanted to christen a few things once we'd finished.

He'd finally given up on the whole job thing. He spent near enough the last two weeks pestering me about whether I was sure I'd made the right decision. I made sure that I answered the question the same each time so that he would get bored and give up. Eventually he did.

"Babe, you in?!" Aston called as he let himself into my house, which I'd had made a copy of my new key.

"Front room." I mumbled, not taking my eyes of the TV.

"Hey," He said, pressing a kiss against the top of my head as he sat on the arm of the chair. "What you watching?"

"The Marc Jacobs fashion show at New York fashion week from last year." I told him, still not moving my eyes from the screen.

"That looks pretty cool."

"It really is." I sighed, as a gorgeous blue toned dress made it's way down the runway.

"What's with the sigh?" Aston chuckled, sliding down the sofa so he was squashed up next to me.

"I'd love to go to one of those shows, just once."

"Marc Jacobs?"

"Yeah, or just a show in New York's fashion week."

"You'll get there," He said, pressing a kiss against my cheek.

"What did you come round for anyway?" I asked as the show finished.

"I wanted to see if you had any plans for tonight."

"Nothing but a take away, why?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come out for dinner tonight, just us?" Aston asked, resting his hand just above my knee.

"Depends on where," I smirked as he rolled his eyes at me. "Because I was really looking forward to my Chinese."

"How about the Italian just before you hit town?"

"That'll work." I shrugged before Aston pinched my knee.

"It better, because it's already booked," He laughed as I swatted his stomach.

"I'm joking, you know I would've taken you somewhere else if you didn't want to go there." He smiled as I wrapped my arm around his middle and cuddled into his chest.

"It's a good job I like Italian then." I said as he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me slightly.

"Considering you don't like many places. You need to tell me where you want to go for your birthday too."

"Noo," I whined.

"Come on, we're doing something. Why do you hate your birthday so much?"

We'd already celebrated Astons 23rd birthday with a meal with his family and then we hit the clubs with his friends before going back to his house for our own little celebration. But I wasn't ready to tell Aston the reason why I hated my birthday so much. I will tell him, just not yet.

"I'll tell you another time." I said as Aston sighed deeply, knowing I was keeping something from him.