A/n: This isn't a Christmas based imagine, and I'm not exactly sure what it actually is, but I hope you guys enjoy nevertheless!
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"I don't feel right in my house any more. My house has become a place where I simply live, rather than a place where I can be happy."
Isaac knew exactly what she was talking about.
After his father had... disappeared, he could no longer spend any amount of time in his childhood home. It had a darkness surrounding it, a suffocating feeling tugging at his lungs whenever he entered.
The best decision he ever made was leaving it all behind. He forgot about the old memories, the good and the bad, and carried on with this life as if nothing were wrong. Maybe he needed to show her how to do that.
"Did you know," He started, picking at a lose thread on his jacket while he spoke. "That if you count to ten with your eyes closed that everything that has ever bothered you will just disappear?"
She furrowed her eyebrows at her friend, watching him as he continued to tug at the lose thread rather than make eye contact with her. Once he'd managed to rip the thread from his jacket, he rolled it up into a small ball and letting it drop to the floor while he finally looked up at her.
"What do you mean?" She asked, and he shrugged.
"Try it."
She couldn't believe his words, but closed her eyes nevertheless. She took a deep breath, and just as she began to count, he counted with her.
"One," They both muttered in usion. "Two, three, four, five..."
When they reached ten, she cracked her eyes open again to see him staring back at her while sitting seemingly closer to her than he was before. She could just about bump their knees together if she leant closer just that little bit more.
"What was it supposed to do again?" She suddenly asked, finally remembering what he had made her do. The surrounding area of her living room looked no different to what it did before she closed her eyes.
It was still a place she needed to run away from.
"You didn't do it right." He explained, sighing gently at her.
She couldn't understand how she could have possibly counted to ten in a wrong way.
"Try it again." He spoke, and although she really couldn't be bothered to do so, she found herself closing her eyes anyway.
She began to count, just like she had before, though she found that Isaac wasn't counting with her this time. She heard shuffling, felt their knees bump together and before she could reach ten, her eyes were wandering open curiously to see Isaac inches from her face.
His bright eyes were staring back at her, his hot breath reaching her lips while sending her breathless in the process. His hands found hers and he began to intertwine their fingers as he gently pulled her body closer to him.
He bumped their noses together, foreheads resting on each others while they failed to break eye contact. She held her breath as he slowly began to close the gap between them. Slower and slower until there was no space left and no other choice but to let their lips slot together.
It was a hesitant kiss, a soft and careful one that sent butterflies to her stomach until he pulled away. He let their foreheads still rest against each others as they locked eyes again.
"You see?" He smiled gently. "You closed your eyes and counted to ten. Everything bad has disappeared, hasn't it?"
At a loss for words, all she could do was smile back at him, pushing their lips together again.