The journey across the dining hall my father was taking me on was just getting longer and longer, and I could already feel a bruise appearing on my arm from his tight grip. Eventually, we reached a table full of about 8 men in classy suites, they're all chatting away except one, with a bouncing head of curls, who is sitting building something on the table.
Father coughed slightly and everyone went silent and turned all their attention to him, like a child watching candy. They were looking at him like he was the Mona Lisa, a one of a kind art piece, I'm surprised their mouths weren't hanging up by now." Good evening gentleman, I hope you are having splendid evening, I would like to introduce you to my daughter .. Hope"
I politely nodded my head to the men in front of me, however father was not pleased with my lack of words as shown by the growl plastered on his face. It wasn't there for long however as he knew that was the best he would receive from me and he didn't want to make a scene in front of his puppies.
Father then continued his conversation but changed the subject to stock prices and incomes, this is my queue to slip away and return to my table. Before I left however I focused my attention to the boy still sitting unaware of mine and my fathers presence, he's building some sort if tower from the elaborate chocolate sticks in the centre of the table. The curly head boy glanced up and had seemed to have taken no notice of my father, but directed his attention to me, it made me shiver slightly his gaze was that strong.
I quickly turned round and walked to were I was seated before, my father to invested in his conversation to notice my departure. When I reached the table, I found it was now occupied by some late guests, and they had made themselves comfortable. I quickly strutted towards the stairs to make a dash for my bedroom, or my safe heaven as I call it. I actually made it up stairs before anyone noticed, weird, but I'll take it for now.
Once I was in my room, I shut the door and slid down it, eventually Landing on the floor, his eyes, his eyes had imprinted mine. They eyes were all I could see. They were so green, like a glowing green wolf eyes, they were so mesmerising. After about 5 minuets of sitting thinking about the boy with no names eyes, I finally peel myself of the floor to change out of this dress. As I was taking this s.hit off my face I heard the room door creak open, I stood up straight and picked my dress up off the floor. What a perfect time for someone to break into my room, when I'm half naked and with no makeup on, it better not be f.ucking paps. I walked out of the en-suite and grabbed my robe of the hanger praying that the person wasn't standing directly at the door.
When I walked around the corner I was relieved but surprised to find it was builder boy from the table downstairs admiring my trophies. He had his back to me but I could tell it was him from his head of curls, I hadn't seen any like that before and probably would never again.
"What are you doing in here", I questioned. He didn't even flinch when I asked. He just continued to scan my mixture of 1st and 2nd place trophies. "um, hello, I asked you a question" now I am as far as a person can get from being a spoiled brat and stuck up, but it was infuriating that he just waltzed into my room without me knowing and won't answer me.
He turned round ever so slowly, my patience being test further. He had a half grin half smirk smile on his beautiful lips. He had my 1st place rifle shooting medal in his left hand, while I was staring at the way his hands were gripping the metal, I didn't notice him scan my entire body, forgetting I was only in my robe and underwear."I'm guessing you dont know who I am miss Owens" he finally spoke, his English accent deeper than my grandfather's. I stood my ground, arms folded in all, while he waltzed around me turing in a circle occasionally. He leaned close to my ear for a spilt second to say "I'm your worst nightmare owens", he took two strides to the other side of my head, "I could change your future in a split second'.
He ran his finger tips over my shoulder as he walked behind me, my eyes fluttered shut at them feeling of his delicate touch.
Suddenly all the feelings stopped. I opened my eyes 10x faster than they shut, and scanned around my room, he wasent here, there was non signs of him every being here. I was starting to question if he was ever here, when something caught my eye, the medal, it had a piece of paper placed on top of it.
If we are to ever meet again, I will find you, dont come looking for mystery boy now miss ownes, maybe next time we can get on first name terms, all the love. H .
Was that all , I dont even know his name,
He must really like to keep his life concealed.
