Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter 22: New Years Kiss

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--Esmerelda's POV--
"You look amazing," I smile as Kylie walks into the living room. Her green dress stands out against her pale skin. It's glittering in the minimal light. It's the most New Year's dress I've ever seen.

"Miss girl. Where have you been hiding this dress?" She says looking at mine. I do a little twirl in my heels and smile, "Does this have anything to do with Nicholas?" She asks with a cheeky grin.

I try to hide my smirk as I whisper a maybe. My dress is a silver maxi dress, the front plunges down with a scoop neck. The straps are thirty seconds away from snapping, "I'm nervous," I tell her as she slides over the tequila.

"Why?"

"Everything is different now that...ya know"

"You like him? That changes nothing," she says sounding unimpressed, "once he sees you in that. He will be all over you," she says making me smile. I nod my head knowing I'm overthinking it. We pour two shots each and down them before heading upstairs. We both take our keys and phones, thankfully it's right upstairs so we don't need a purse.

Instead of knocking she walks straight in. There are more people here than I expected, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Harry says coming out of nowhere, "Oh hey Esme," he adds making me laugh. The couple starts talking about their time apart making me want to gouge my eyes out. I walk into the kitchen and make myself a mixed drink.

"You look amazing," a voice says making me smile as I turn around. When I come face to face with Dylan I freeze a little.

"Um thanks," I whisper looking behind him hoping to see Nick, "I thought you left?" I ask confused as to why he's even here in this apartment.

"My trip got extended," he says leaning closer. I take a step back and give him a small smile, "Would you want to hang out after this?" He asks.

"No, I'm okay. Not into the whole one-night stand thing," I tell him as I continue mixing my drink. He continues trying to hit on me and I have to admit...if I was still a freshman I would have fallen for it. I turn back around and see Nick walking into the kitchen. He sees Dylan in front of me and walks over with an amused smirk.

"Hey, Dylan. One sec," he says before cupping my cheeks in his hands. I gasp as he bends down and connects our lips in a slow kiss. When he pulls away I have to fight myself from moving back in, "You look amazing," he says blocking out Dylan's presence.

"Thank you. It's a new dress," I tell him looking down at the silver fabric.

"What kind of idiot would let you go," he says with a wink. I laugh as I bring my drink to my lips. Dylan finally takes the hint and walks away leaving the two of us alone in the small kitchen, "Seriously, you look good," he says sipping on his beer.

"I like the shirt," I tell him as I take in his outfit. He's wearing a fitted black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His pants leave little to the imagination as they hug his ass perfectly.

"Would you want to hang out after this?" He teases making me laugh again, "How did he even get in here?" He asks as we walk into the living room.

"Who knows? He somehow knows everybody in the city," I tell him, "I don't hate to though. Gives you a reason to protect me," I whisper before walking away to find Kylie. I turn around with a smile as he stands sipping his drink so go a smirk.

"I swear to god I'm going to die. I love British men," I whisper as Kylie loses it. Her drink almost goes across the room as Harry walks back from the bathroom.