Sting » Louis

nine

He fascinated me, from the very first moment that I saw him. He was handsome in a wild way, but was older, older than I had estimated. Twenty-one, maybe more. From a distance his body looked thin and slim, just like the seventeen year olds of my school, but from up close I could see his rugged, bronzed arms, his tattoos. The skin of his face was tanned, windblown. And his eyes... shining like a million stars, no, maybe a million saphires.

It's strange, but I always thought that blue eyes could be trusted. That they emit something like trust and insurance. Since everyone believes that all the good, guys have blue eyes, full of innocence. The dark eyes are for the villains. Charon, Joker, the zombies... all of them have dark eyes.

It must have been those eyes that completely captivated me. I couldn't tear my gaze from him, from his face. I was just like a little powerless moth, enchanted by the flame's spell. He was the flame. Powerful and dangerous. If only I knew what would happen, I would stay away. Because he literally burnt me up alive, ruined me.

It was a quiet night. A soft breeze from the ocean was making me shiver slightly. Goosebumps were forming on my undressed arms every time the wind made contact with the skin there.

I wanted to get away. The atmosphere back at the hotel was suffocating me. A few minutes ago I had argued with my parents. My mother was scolding me about my choice of clothes; a too revealing -for her- top and some skinny jeans. My father on the other hand didn't seem bothered. He was too occupied with with laptop, and didn't acknowledge my little fight with my mum.

I grabbed my bag and headed outside, despite my mother's screeches. I headed down the stony road. I could hear waves crushing in the distance, at the beach. It was only a few feet away from where I was. Street lamps were creating an artificial light blue light, while showing me the way to a small, quiet beach bar. The rustle of the leaves of the palm trees was bringing about an magical atmosphere, so peaceful.

An incredible power inside me, drove me towards that bar. As I was approaching it, I saw colourful lights in the distance, decorating the place. Only a few people were sitting on the small tables, taking small sips of their drinks. It wasn't really late, I could tell. It was abnormal not to be crowded at this time. Not even one person was strolling at the beach. I immediately regretted leaving the hotel. Maybe I should have stayed. But my realization was late. I had already reached the pub and soft music was ringing into my ears.

This seemed comfortable, it almost fitted my taste. I looked around me, to take in very single detail of the place. I must have looked like a complete idiot, like a kid who went to a bar for the first time. When I finally reached the pub's counter I ordered my drink, and waited. I was pretty sure that the man didn't speak English, yet he understood my order.

I hadn't noticed him yet. Despite that, I had, the entire time, the urge to turn around, but I couldn't. I could feel a powerful stare at the back of my head. They say that if you look at someone for a long time, they'll eventually turn. My strange feeling was forgotten when the barman started talking to me, apparently trying to tell me how much I owe him. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't speak Spanish -I recognised the language- so I was simply staring at him, embarrasing myself even more.

But, right then a voice was heard behind me. Its hue made me shudder. I couldn't help myself but look at the direction it was coming from. And the moment I turned, our eyes met, lighting up a fire inside me. My breathing hitched into my throat. I had never seen a man as handsome as him. Probably only in magazines. He wasn't of course a local. Back then, it seemed to me that he was American, or maybe, Australian.

He could speak Spanish. He told the barman a few words and he nodded. His blue eyes were never leaving mine, as if he had waited for me for a long time. And he had. He stepped closer to me and I swear my heart started beating a thousand times faster.

I now know how stupid we girls are when we're young. We love attention from handsome, older guys, yet we are so naive and unexperienced that we keep falling for them and into their traps.

"Let me buy that for you." he offered politely, his accent was distinct.

He moved over to the barman, handing him the money and grabbing my drink, moving back to me.

"Perhaps you would like to sit with me? I sit over there." he gestured towards a small table, the closest to the beach, the most remoted from all the others.

I hesitated. I didn't know this man, he was a complete stranger, and I surely couldn't trust him. Nevertheless, there was something in this velvet voice, in his eyes that made me nod. I couldn't really form words, I was being too shy. Plus, he was nothing like the boys of my school. He was confident, experienced, I could tell.

He followed me as I took forteen steps to his table. It's funny that I remember that small detail. I sat on the opposite side of him and inspected his face.

"I'm Louis." he flashed me a smile.

"I'm Gemma." I almost whispered and he smirked, looking at his glass as if he already knew it.

But, of course he already did.

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I'm finally back! I finished my exams for university today, so I updated. This chap is horrible, but I tried... Vote and comment. Check out my new Louis story 'Delusional'.

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