The Holiday That Changed My Life

Part Seventy Five

I couldn't tell you how unbelievably happy I was to get the bandage off my ankle! We went to the doctors last week for a check up and he said that my ankle had healed quite nicely. Once he'd taken the bandage off and checked my ankle, he had me doing some exercises to make sure I would properly without causing any damage to it. But it meant that I could walk again and I wasn't restricted to the bed!

Although Aston told me countless times that he didn't mind looking after me, I'm sure he got pretty sick of having to do near enough everything for me; carrying me upstairs to get a bath and wheeling me to the downstairs bathroom to use the toilet were some of the tasks he certainly wasn't going to miss. So I knew he was secretly thrilled that he didn't have to take care of me to that extent.

"Babe stop running!" Aston called out as I ran up the stairs ahead of him; we were moving all of our stuff upstairs seeing as I could walk on my own now.

"Who are you? My dad?" I asked with a laugh as I stood at the top of the stairs, watching as Aston appeared at the bottom with a bag full of our stuff.

"No I'm your boyfriend, I just don't want you to do anymore damage to your ankle." He said as he started to walk up the stair towards me.

"Whatever, I'm running!" I laughed, turning to run down the hall to Astons bedroom, only to be stopped by running straight into the corner of the wall which knocked me backwards slightly.

"Luce! Shit babe!" He tutted, dropping the bag on the floor and rushing up the stairs to me, holding on to my hand to stop me from falling over.

"Ast leave it, I'm fine." I said as I pushed his other hand away from my face.

"You're not fine, you're bleeding, go to my room and I'll sort you out." He told me, giving me a stern look as I opened my mouth to say something to him.

I stayed quiet and nodded as he let go of my hand so that I could walk to his bedroom before he headed back downstairs. Once I got into his bedroom I noticed that he'd changed the bed sheets and curtains to a cream-ish colour rather than their old black style. I knew which side was Astons so I sat cross legged on the other side as I waited for him to come back up.

As I looked around his room, I spotted a picture of the two of us on his bedside table. I reached over and took it into my hands to look at it more closely. It was a picture of us at my collection launch in London a few months back. I smiled as I looked at it, finding it quite sweet that he had a picture of us right by his bed. I put the picture back as soon as I saw Aston push his way into the bedroom with a first aid box, dropping the bag full of our stuff by his wardrobe.

"I didn't know you had that." I smiled, pointing at the picture as he came to sit beside me.

"Yeah, I've had it ages, you've never noticed it before?" He asked, opening the first aid box and getting some wipes out.

"No, but I've not been up here for ages so I think I've forgotten what your room looked like." I joked, running my hand through my hair, only to stop by catching the cut on my head.

"Shut up babe," He laughed, taking my chin in his hand. "Now keep still," He told me, using the wipe to clean up my cut.

"I did not sign up for this." He chuckled, being as gentle as he could with the wipe.

"Sign up for ow! what?" I asked as he pressed a little harder.

"Sorry, for playing doctor. If I knew you were this clumsy I would've left you in St Lucia." He joked as I swatted his stomach.

"You're so full of shit!" I laughed as he poked his tongue out at me.

"There you go, all done." He said, sticking an ugly plaster over the cut on my head.

"Er no way, I'm not walking around with this thing on my head!" I scoffed, lifting my hand up to try and take the plaster off.

"Just leave it, it's not like we're going anywhere today is it?" He asked, taking my arm and pulling it away from my head.

"I guess," I sighed as he sat back against his pillows with his legs stretched out in front of him with his phone in his hand, scrolling through something.

"You've started packing then?" I asked as I spotted his suitcase wide open in his walk-in wardrobe.

"Yeah last week, I've still got a fair bit to do though."

"Ah." I replied quietly, scratching the top of my left arm as I attempted get rid of the itch from within my cast, but also to distract myself.

"You okay?" I heard Aston ask, accompanied by his hand on the top of my thigh.

"What? Yeah I'm fine, just got an itch I can't reach." I laughed slightly as Aston squeezed my thigh gently.

"Are you okay with me leaving?" He asked as I felt him sit up.

"I guess, I'm going to have to be, you kind of have to go."

"I know," He said quietly, wrapping his arms around my waist as he rested his head on my shoulder. "You know I'd stay here with you if I could."

"I mean, I get that we've been apart before for three weeks when you came home from St Lucia but-"

"It's for longer." Aston finished, placing delicate kisses on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll just miss you that's all." I shrugged as he squeezed me gently in his arms.

"I'm gonna miss you too." He replied quietly, kissing my neck softly.

"It's just shit that you won't let me go when you're in London-"

"Babe we've talked about this," He sighed. "You'd get bashed about and with your arm being how it is, I'd rather you didn't."

"I know." I muttered as Aston ran his finger over my cast.

"There's nothing I want more than for you to come and watch us, I just can't risk you getting hurt, especially when it's so close to your fashion show. That's the last thing we need."

"I'm going to need a lot of make up to cover up these cuts and bruises." I giggled, turning my body around so we were sat facing each other.

"Someone's gonna think I've been beating you up!" Aston laughed, taking my left hand in his own.

"I'm sure Scar can cover them up, get you off the hook." I teased as he winked at me in reply.