With the Lights Off...

(37): Safe With Me

*Hi everyone :) I missed you again haha. Hope you like this new chapter. It's set in Torrey and Paul's house, plus all the TVD people that have been MIA for the past chapters, are back! :) i missed them too. haha. oh, and the title is based on the Sam Smith song I love so much. It will be on the side. As you know, Sam Smith just might be my favorite male singer right now. Well, alongside Ed Sheeran, Adam Levine, Justin Timberlake and a lot of other guys haha ;) Love y'all! <3*

Nina's POV

"Ugh, I look so... overdressed," I sighed in front of the mirror. "I look like I'm going to a Sotheby's Million Dollar auction instead of a backyard barbecue."

"Baby, you're just overthinking all of this," Ian sighed next to me. He straightened out his grey-white-and-blue-striped wifebeater and planted a kiss on my temple. He smoothed down his sand-colored board shorts and retied his grey-and-blue boat shoes. I told him his scuffed biker boots would always be hot, but didn't match what he was wearing. All he said was, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"But, babe. It's our first day back," I sighed, ruffling my hair. "I want to look good."

"For who, exactly?" he asked. "For all our friends? Nina, they've seen you in sweats with your hair not professionally styled. They can handle seeing you in shorts and a top like an ordinary person."

"But... but," I sighed. "I just wanted to look good for you."

"This again?" he laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Babe. I told you, time and time again. You can wear a loofa dress and Ziploc bag shoes and I'd still think you're the most gorgeous girl in the world. Remember, a real woman doesn't dress for a man."

I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "That's actually a great idea," I sighed. "Do we have three hundred loofas and two Ziploc bags?"

He laughed and rolled his eyes too. "Sit down," he said. I opened my mouth to speak but he did the whole 'Shut up and sit down' finger motion on me. 

I obeyed and sat down on my bed, making helicopter noises with my mouth. He laughed and made helicopter noises too, before he made his way to my closet and started rummaging through everything there.

I felt my mouth hang open as I watched him. Ian Somerhalder was dressing me up. My boyfriend was picking out my clothes for me.

I don't think I've ever been dressed up by a guy I was dating before.

"What are you doing?" I asked, kind-of-stupidly. 

"I'm picking out your clothes for you," he said. "I'm going to be a good boyfriend and pull you out of your utterly difficult wardrobe crisis."

I smirked and sighed loudly. "Right, just give me another reason to love you more, why don't you?"

He turned to face me. "If I could give you one more reason every second to love me more, I'd do it," he sighed, winking at me before looking back at my closet.

I felt myself blush furiously. This guy though.

"So, Johnny Wujek, are you done over there?" I asked. Hey, if I called him Johnny Wujek, he should be pretty happy. He's Katy Perry's stylist, need I say more? "Because I can't wait to wear what you've pulled out for me."

He laughed and said, "Just wait, I still need to get one... last... ugh, urgh-.. SHOE!"

I laughed as he poked his head out of the closet and crawled out. He stood up, dusted off his clothes and walked over to me. He held out the clothes for me and I could feel myself frown. He was holding out a loose grey tank top, an Aztec-printed bandeau, distressed denim cut-offs, studded brown leather sandals, blue-and-pink-triangular-drop earrings and pink sunglasses.