I get up and rush to the door, but I don't open it in case you know, she's on her period or something. Hell if I know. I knock.
                          
"Rosie! What's wrong?" I say hurriedly
                          
"It's st-stuuuuuccck." She half says, half sobs. I can feel heat creep on my face. 
                          
"Your- your tampon?" I say bashfully. 
                          
"What? N-Noooooo!" She sobs again.
                          
"I'm coming in." I walk in and see Rose leaning against the sink, with the rose necklace I got her stuck in her hair.
                          
I laugh. She looks embarrassed.
                          
"It isn't funny! I'm so irresponsible! I know to never sleep with necklaces in my hair, because one time when I was 13, I was wearing a little diamond stud necklace and had to cut my hair to get it o-ouuuut!" She puts her head in her hands. I kneel down beside her. 
                          
"Rosie." I whisper and lift up her chin.
                          
"It's fine, I'll get it out. Without cutting your hair." I kiss her tear-streaked cheek. "Here, move in front of the toilet." I sit on the toilet and have her face me. I begin on pulling her hair out of the necklace. I can feel her eyes on me and I try to keep my cool. 
                          
After working on the main knot in the necklace chain for about ten minutes, I get it free finally. "Yes! Goal 1 achieved." I shout, doing a mini fist bump into the air.
                          
Rose laughs, and it rings so melodic into the air I look at her. She intakes a breath and smiles. I let my hands rest on her cheeks, my thumbs caressing them. "Oh Rose, you have me wrapped around your little finger, you know that?" I laugh quietly at my confession and lean down and kiss her. The kiss deepens and I sit back on the toilet seat as she sits on top of me. Her hands roam my chest and shoulders.
                          
"We're not helping your necklace problem." I say in between the kisses I'm planting on her neck. She moans softly. Her hands are in my hair.
                          
"I know." she says.
                          
"Let me finish. Then we can make out." I say and I watch her reaction. Not one ounce of blush. And I fall in love with her more.
                          
*20 minutes later*
                          
We got her necklace free finally, with about 37 strands of hair. 
                          
"The last time we had to cut 3 inches of my hair, it was that bad." Rose says as she lays on my bed. She pulls her shirt up to scratch her belly and her perfectly flat stomach shows. I walk to the bed and lean over her. She lays back on the bed and I kiss her feverishly. I moan her name in the kiss as she begins unbuttoning my shirt.
                          
I stop to pull it off and for her to pull of hers and I kiss her weak spot, the indentation on her neck.
                          
"Liam." She moans. She sits up, and I unclasp her bra with one hand. I run my hands over her pale, smooth shoulders. I kiss her once more before just pulling her into a hug. I feel a tear drop on my shoulder and I pull back.
                          
"Babe?" I ask. 
                          
"My mom never, or I should say, barley anyone, gave me a hug. And it feels- it feels so, warm. I don't know, I'm being silly." She whispers and falls back on the bed. She looks down at her chest, laughs and grabs her bra. As she grabs her bra, I walk over to my dresser and pull on a random shirt. 
                          
"Rosie, I love you." I say and when I turn around I see her hanging off the bed looking underneath my bed. In her bra. This woman is going to be the death of me. "What are you doing?" I ask, laughing at the sight of her.
                          
"Underneath your bed isn't gross like most guys. Like, I don't see any used condoms or pizza boxes. Just this piece of paper." She goes to lift up her head and she falls off the bed. She lays there giggling, her curly hair spread all around her. I get on the floor, and crawl over to her. Leaning over her, I lean down and whisper in her ear.
                          
"This would all be a lot hotter if you took of your bra." Then she laughs.
                          
Then she does. It's off, hanging around my neck. 
                          
"This would all be a lot hotter if you took off your shirt." She whispers 
                          
I laugh and take it off.
                          
Rose's POV
                          
Liam takes off his shirt and I pull him towards me. I kiss him with passion, and he moans in the kiss. We roll over and I lay on his hard chest. I kiss his jawline and his cheek and his forehead and then back down to his lips. I run my fingers through his hair. He pulls down my shorts, and I try to pull off his. He finishes pulling his off and kisses me. He pokes his tongue in my mouth and I moan as our tongues dance together. Next thing I know, we're both stark naked, kissing passionately. I look up in his eyes and say "I'm ready." He looks at me, and nods. He swiftly pulls out a condom from under his mattress and he sheaths himself. 
                          
"I love you, Liam." I pant in between his thrusts. 
                          
"I love you too, Rose." 
                          
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This chapter though.
                          
Just kidding. But seriously, who liked the ending?