Two days after Christmas, I woke up next to Ashton who must've snuck in late last night. I just laid next to him until he woke up.

"Morning, baby" he smiled at me, just waking up.

"Morning, Ashy" I smiled back.

"Are you getting used to me coming in here late at night?"

"Yeah" I told him, "and I like it"

"I do too" he started, "I love coming in here and seeing you, sound asleep, then getting to crawl up in bed next to you."

"Really?" I blushed.

"Really"

"I love you, Ashton"

"What was that?" I knew what he was doing.

"I said I love you"

"I still can't hear you..."

I didn't repeat myself. I just pushed him and made him almost fall off the edge of the bed. He caught himself then started giggling, "I love you too, Scarlett"

"That's better" I said, him still giggling. I kissed his giggling mouth, forcing him to stop giggling and kiss me back. Our lips moved in sync for a few seconds, then we parted.

"I'm so glad I don't have to be cooped up in your room anymore. I can go downstairs with you, go outside with you, go anywhere. When your family was here, I could hardly even walk to the bathroom without Macy hearing me or her coming out of the guest room! And I like that I don't have to talk to you in a whisper anymore" He told me.

"Yeah, I like them being here, but I don't like hiding it from Macy"

"Why aren't you telling her again?"

"Because one, she'll get mad at me because I'm the one dating you, and two, she might get really mad or something and post something on social media about us"

"Oh"

"Yeah.. I don't want that happening"

"Me neither" he sighed, "can we go downstairs and get some breakfast now? I'm hungry"

"Yeah, um, I'll just change first before I go down. You can head down now, and I'll be down in a few minutes"

"Uh, I think I'll stay here until you're ready"

"Uh, I think not"

"Uh, I think yes. You can't fight me on this one, babe. I'm staying"

"Fine.." I agreed, "just don't watch me"

"Babe, I said you can't fight me on this one, I'm staying and not covering my eyes. I'm watching you"

"Ash.."

"No, I'm not closing my eyes"

"Fine" I felt defeated.

I began to change, first taking off my shirt, careful to hide my scars. I hadn't cut since the one day from the thing on Twitter. I've been with Ashton ever since, and he makes me happy, so why cut? Most of my scars are starting to heal, but you can still see my most recent one pretty well. Whatever I did, I hid my wrists. I put on a bra, then picked out a shirt. I slid the shirt on, then put my bracelets on really quick.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Ashton asked.

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"are you hiding something? It looks like you're trying to hide something.. Turn towards me" he said, trying to get me to turn towards him.

"No.." I said while he grabbed my arms and turned me around. He took my bracelets off, then started to cry.

"Babe, what is this?" He asked, crying.

"Those are my, um, my scars..." I answered him.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you stop in the first place"

"Ash, you did help me stop"

"How?"

"Well, the last time I cut was when everyone said all of those nasty comments on Twitter. So, I cut, but then I saw what you put, and that made me happy. You make me happy, Ash. I don't cut anymore. You have me almost two months clean"

"I do?"

"Yeah, you do. Being with you makes me happy, and there's nothing to be sad about when I'm with you, so I don't cut"

"That's great.. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you more than that"

"But I love you the most" he whispered in my ear, kissing the top of my head.