Vic and I stumbled to his room, our lips never leaving each other’s. My hands were tightly grasping and tugging on his hair as his hands roamed my body. We opened the door and went in, him slamming me against the door. I parted from his lips for a second and I swore I missed the feeling. I tugged his shirt off and he came back to my lips. A sigh of relief came to me and we stumbled to his bed, we were sitting up and grabbing each other as much as we possibly could, anywhere we possibly could.

He moved his drunken hungry kisses to my neck, me moaning out whenever his lips made contact. He nipped at the spot that drove me crazy, reaching behind him to where my zip to my dress was. He slowly started to zip it down until it couldn’t go any longer. He pulled down my dress as he kissed down, taking my bra off as he got to my chest. I let my arms out of my dress and my bra, throwing it to the floor. He kissed and sucked on my nipples, making me moan out softly. I tugged on his hair and he groaned against my skin, turning me on even more. He slowly dragged my dress down more, kissing down my stomach as he did so.

He was just above my pant line when he stopped touching and kissing me entirely. I got a bit frustrated at the feeling so I looked down.

Fuck.

I’d totally forgotten about my scars, and my recent cuts. They were all over my hips, the bottom of my stomach and the very top of my thighs where no one could see. I’d cut where all my stretch marks used to be. I looked to Vic’s face and seen the tears in his eyes.

He cleared his throat. “W-Why? You’re so beautiful… You seem so, so, happy. I-I just…” he spoke, his voice cracking and it barely being above a whisper.

I quickly pulled my dress up, feeling more than ashamed of myself and even uglier than I’ve ever felt. “I’m so sorry. I totally forgot they were there.” I spoke, eventually. Vic was now sitting beside me on the bed and hadn’t looked at me. “I can’t tell you why, really… I used to have an eating disorder, then I got rid of it and became fat. And I mean pretty fat. Then I got an eating disorder again, and I cut over where my stretch marks were on my hips and thighs and I don’t know. I’m not a happy person. I put it on the majority of the time. But Vic…” I paused, looking at him momentarily, tears streaming down both our faces. I lifted his chin up so he would actually look at me. I placed a soft kiss to his lips. “But Vic, you make me happy. I don’t put it on around you. I’m happy around you. you make me feel beautiful. You make everything okay! I actually feel like I’m getting better, with you around. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I just. I don’t know. I have no excuse okay.” I kind of laughed.

“I’m sorry you’ve been through all that Kimmy, but you’re so beautiful. And I need you to promise me that you’ll stop. I know you’ve noticed my scars before and never mentioned anything. So don’t worry, I know how you feel, I’ve been where you’ve been. And I got out of it. I’ll be here every step of the way.” He said, smiling at me, kissing every one of my scars and fresh cuts. I did the same to all of his old faded scars. “I was broken too, but I think I can fix you. And you definitely fix me. You make me so, so happy Kim.”

I grinned bigger than I think I ever have before. Most guys run after they’ve seen my scars, not Vic though, he made me feel beautiful. As always.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him as close to me as I possibly could. I grinned as he called me beautiful over and over again, telling me how perfect I was.

“Fuck, I love you.” I mumbled out into his hair. Fuck! Why did I say that? It’s way too early to say that, right? Oh shit. My heart started to race as I pondered how fucking stupid I was and how he was definitely going to be scared now. Good one Kim, fuck everything up for yourself.

“W-What?” he mumbled out, pulling away from me to look me in the eyes. Well now you’ve done it Kim, good fucking job. Fuck it, may as well be honest.

“I-I’m in love with you, Vic.” I mumbled out, looking to the floor almost immediately. Fucking stupid, why didn’t I lie? So stupid! He’s obviously not going to feel the same way! I was screaming to myself.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Vic slamming his lips on mine. “I’m so happy you feel the same way. I love you too Kim, just, be mine! Fuck all the dating bit, I want you to be mine. You’re so perfect, I love you so much already.” He said, looking me straight in the eyes.

“I knew from the first date that I loved you Vicky. I’m yours, baby.” I smiled and he kissed me over and over again.

We spent the whole night talking and getting to know every inch of each other. We lay cuddled up in bed and sadly, we didn’t have sex. But I was happy with everything else going on. I eventually fell into a deep, content slumber with Vic’s arms wrapped tightly around me. I’m so fucking happy right now.

Notes

Title credit: Hold on Till May - Pierce the Veil

So, kind of short and suckish chapter! I apologise, I'm just not really feeling this story anymore. I'll update it if I feel like it's doing well with you guys but I'm just not too keen on it.

I hope you all enjoyed this though and thank you for reading anyway x