One-shot for Jacquelyn
"Hey, why don't we watch a movie?" Your boyfriend, Harry, asked, coming into the living room.
"Sure. What do you wanna watch?" You asked, going into the kitchen to make some popcorn.
"Why don't we watch The Ring?" He asked from the living room.
"A scary movie?" You asked skeptically. You were kinda scared of horror films, depending on the movie.
"Well, yeah." He replied. He didn't know about your fear.
"Well... Okay. Go ahead and put it on." You figured, Why not? It can't be that bad, can it?
A half hour later, you were cowering into Harry's chest, peeking out every so often, and then going right back.
"Love, are you okay?" He asked, looking down at you with a small smile on his face.
"It's not funny!" You exclaimed, hitting him in the stomach.
"You're right, it's not. Don't worry, babe. I won't let anything hurt you." He said, kissing the top of your head.
After the movie was over, you and Harry just continued to talk. Eventually, you fell asleep. Half-asleep, actually. Harry chuckled and picked you up bridal style. He took you back to the bedroom that you two shared and laid you down on the bed. He brushed your hair back and kissed you on the forehead.
"Goodnight, darling. I love you."