"Oh fudge" I wince as I peel the bandage off myself.

This was a mistake. But it was worth it.

"Ella! Hurry up! We need to go!" Damon shouts from downstairs.

I like that he calls me Ella again.

"Coming!" I shout, not moving from place.

I'm standing in the bathroom, with only my black shorts on and my red bra.

Damon said I have to change it two days later, but it was itching me, so I scratched it, and then it started to sting. I just want to see if it's bleeding, because it turned really red.

I walk out of the bathroom, and out of the room.

"Damon! Can you come and help me?" I call from the stairs.

He looks up and his eyes widen slightly.

"You're not ready?" He asks walking upstairs.

"I just need help with this again. It's gone red a lot, and it itches" I say and he sighs

"Hurry up" he walks to my room and I smile.

He's going to help me. I know he doesn't really want to divorce me.

I follow him to the bathroom, as he gets the first aid kit out.

"I'm going to change it again for you. And when it itches, it's getting better. It's the same with piercing" I frown, standing in front of him, and he gets down on his knees.

Damon looks hot today. He's wearing black jeans with a navy blue shirt, and a leather jacket.

This is the first time I have seen him in a leather jacket. Well anything other than a blazer.

He unwraps the bandage around my hip, and I gasp as I see red underneath it.

"It's okay Ella. It happens. It's your first time getting a tattoo, so it's normal. You can't itch it anymore, okay?" He looks up at me and I nod

"It's going to get infected right? I read online that you should do things out of your comfort zone, and a tattoo is way out of my comfort zone. But now? Now I have second thoughts. Not on the exact tattoo, but the way it's going to heal. What if it doesn't heal?" I look at him with wide eyes.

"It will. It'll heal." He wipes an wipe on it, and then another one to dry it.

He stands up, and wraps the bandage around my hip slowly, walking around me. I pull my hair to one side, as he stands in front of me.

He bends down and ties it gently.

"There. Now don't itch it. We have to leave this on for at least a day. If you keep changing it, then it could get infected" I nod as he stands up.

I pick up my white top, and wear it.

He frowns at me. I frown back.

"What's wrong?" I ask

"You can't wear that. You can see y-your b-bra" his cheeks turn pink slightly.

I smile.

"I'm going to wear" he frowns.

"Not you're not. I don't want people staring at you. I don't care but it's raining outside. So no" I sigh and nod.

I walk around him and out of the bathroom towards my closet.

I pick out a dark blue lace top and smile at it.

We'll match.

I take the white top off.

I pull the blue top over my head, pulling my hair out, from under the shirt.

I look for a leather jacket, and find one in the coat section. I pull it out and place the hanger on the sofa. I wear it, and smile at myself in the mirror.

Perfect.

I walk out of the closet and down stairs to see Damon waiting, his eyes closed, and leaning against the wall.

"Damon" I whisper as I reach downstairs. He opens his eyes staring at me.

He mumbles something under his breath, and walks out of the room.

I did catch the word beautiful.

I smile and walk out, and the sky is cloudy. Maybe the rain stopped.

I sit inside the car and Damon starts it.

"Do you know what we'll make today?" I ask and he shakes his head, driving.

I nod slowly, staying quiet.

He parks outside the restaurant type, and we see a few reporters.

I get out of the car with Damon, as reporters run towards us.

"For fuck sake! Stand back. You'll hurt Ella and then I'll get you all fired" they step back letting us walk past.

As we walk inside, I smile at him.

"I know you love me" he shakes his head

"No I don't. If you get hurt, then I'll have to take you to hospital which I hate, and then they'll be a lot of questions about what happened, and I don't want to answer them" he walks inside. I frown, following him to our unit.

I sit down on a stool, and lay my head on the counter, with my hands covering my face.

"What are you doing?" Damon asks but I ignore him.

That Applehole. I know he cares.

I know what! I'll cut my finger, and then he'll care!

Shut up Gabi! He won't care, and don't hurt yourself.

I sigh as I see Mary walk out of a door.

"Good afternoon class. How is everyone?" We all smile saying good.

I sit up straight, looking at her.

"So I know I said yesterday that we'll be making something sweet, but I changed my mind. We'll be sticking to savoury products. Today you will be making cheese and onion pasties." She smiles and I gulp.

Pasties?

"The recipe is on your units, and get started." She claps her hands together.

I turn to Damon who's reading the recipe.

"You will help right?" He nods placing the recipe down.

"Heat the oven to gas 6" he says and I nod, doing it.

I look at him, as he hands me a packet of pastry.

"Open it and roll it out, then cut it in circles" I nod following his directions.

*

*

" I think it's not done. Golden brown, and this doesn't look golden" I bend down, looking in the oven.

"Ella don't bend down" he mumbles standing behind me.

"Why?" I stand up, looking at him.

"Because some of these unfaithful assholes are staring at your arse" he whispers, and I smile.

"It's okay. I don't mind. There's no man in my life now" I lie, opening the oven door.

I sit down on the floor and look at them.

They are golden. I wear the oven mittens, and take the tray out, placing it on top of the counter.

I get up and close the door, turning the oven off.

I take the oven mittens off, and touch the hot pasties. I turn to Damon, placing my hand on the counter.

"Ella careful" Damon says, looking behind me.

I turn around, just as my hand touches the tray.

Hot!

"Fudge" I wince, pulling it away. I put pressure on it, as Damon holds my other hand walking towards the sink.

He turns it on, and places my hand under it.

"You have to be careful, Ella" he mumbles turning the tap off, and blowing on my hand slowly.

"It doesn't hurt Damon" I whisper.

He stops and stares into my eyes.

"It doesn't hurt?" I sigh

"It does. A lot. It hurts and hurts" he frowns

"Does it hurt every time?" I nod slowly.

"Every night. It hurts and it hurts" he sighs

"It'll get better. You just can't give up" I smile

"I'm not. I'm not going to give up at all" he smiles slightly

"But if it stills hurt, then you should get rid of it" I frown

"No." He rolls his eyes

"You should get rid of the tattoo if it hurts Ella" I frown

"Tattoo?" He nods

"What were you talking about" I roll my eyes

"Forget it" I pull my hand out of his, and turn back to the pasties.

"You should start washing up" I say and he nods, taking his jacket off.

Girls stare at him. I frown.

"You know what. I think I'll wash up. You can dry the dishes. Wear your jacket back" I hand him it.

"No. It's hot" he says and I frown

"Wear it Damon. Unfaithful female dogs are staring" he chuckles

"Nope. Let them stare. I don't have no woman in my life" he smirks

I frown.

"I'm not that skinny and short Damon. I'm the woman. Now wear it" I push it towards him.

He shakes his head.

"No" he smirks

I sigh and walk closer to him.

"Damon" I place my hand on his chest. He stares down at it, with a small smile.

"Do what I say" he looks at me.

"Why?" I smile at him sweetly, as he gulps

"Because I'll give you something, when we get home" he smirks

"Something?" He whispers

"Something. Wear it" he nods just as he stares behind me.

I step back and turn around to see Mary staring at us.

"You might want to hurry up. People are leaving now" I nod placing his jacket on the stool.

"We'll be quick" she nods walking away.

"Move. I'll wash the dishes and you dry them" I say and he nods.

*

*

"Where's my something?" Damon holds my hand, making me stop on the step.

I smile. He's warming up to me.

I turn around and look at him confused.

"You never wore your jacket." I shrug, and walk upstairs as he swears under his breath.

He follows me upstairs.

"Ella you have to stop loving me. I don't have a heart" I frown stopping and turning around to look at him.

"Damon you do have a heart. Everyone does" he shakes his head

"I don't have a heart. I don't love you" he walks into his room.

Forget him. I'll talk to him later.

Now time to wash my hair, and get changed into something more comfortable.

And then go downstairs to eat cake.

I love junk food. Seriously the doctors should really recommend pizzas to patients.

*

*

"Damon?" I walk into the kitchen to see him sat on a stool drinking.

"Ella!" He exclaims

"Are you drunk?" He shakes his head, as I sit on the stool opposite him.

"Nope! This is just water. Here look, try it." I shake my head and he frowns

"Please Ella. We can be the same then. Like the clothes" he gasps and I nod

One drink won't hurt.

He hands me a vodka drink and I gulp it down.

"This thing is like a miracle worker. It gets rid of all your problems" he gasps handing me another drink.

I take another drink and gulp it down.

This is actually good.

"Good girl" he smiles at me and I smile back.

"Give me more" I say taking the bottle off him.

"Slow down Ella!" He gasps as I drink from the bottle.

***

I don't know how long it took, but we're both drunk, and sat on the floor, in the living room, opposite each other.

"We should play a game!" I gasp and he shakes his head

"No! I just want to look at you!" He smiles and I nod

"There isn't much to look at but fine" I cross my arms staring at him.

"You're beautiful. Why is that?" He asks confused

"I don't know. God made me like this" he nods looking at himself.

"Why aren't I beautiful?" He asks

"Because you're handsome. Duh" I say and he laughs nodding his head.

"Yeah! I'm handsome?" He flexes his muscles.

"I love you" I pinch his cheeks.

"I lied" he mumbles

"Oh my! You lied to me! Why?" I gasp and he frowns.

"I do have a heart Ella. Look it's right here" he grabs my hand, and places it over his chest.

I feel it beating.

"Oh my god. I can feel it!" I gasp moving closer

I place my ear on his chest to see if I can hear it.

"I can hear it too! You have a heart!" I gasp

"I lied about something else" he whispers

I look at him, placing myself on his lap.

"You've been bad! Why do you lie to me? Do you really not like me Damon? If you don't, I'll leave. Forever and forever. You won't see my beautiful face ever" I mumble, running my hands through his hair.

"No. Please don't leave. Please don't" he whispers placing his hands on my cheeks.

"But you don't love me." I whisper and he shakes his head

"I do. I promise I do! I love you this much!" He spreads his arms out, and falls down on the floor.

I fall on top of him.

"Can I make love to you?" I shake my head

"No. You don't love me" he turns me around, so I'm laying on the floor, and he's hoovering over me.

"I do. I love you this much" he spreads his arms all the way back, leaning down on me.

"But I don't love you this much. I love you more than that." He grins.

"I love you to the universe and back!" I gasp

"I only love you to the moon and back!" He smiles

"I love you more" I frown

"But you hate me. You want to have a divorce. Right?" He shakes his head

"No! Never. I want to treasure you. Let me treasure you" he kisses my jaw

"Will you always love me?" He nods staring into my eyes

"Always." I smile as he leans down to kiss me.

"I love you always too Damon." I whisper as he takes his shirt off quickly.

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