I was avoiding to look at him and he was trying to do the same thing but neither me nor him achieved to it succesfuly as our eyes were met several times.
He found his friends who were playing a game and they were eating chips and he sat with them without talking to me. Few girls were near then too, dancing. I was just a stranger so I decided to sit next to them without talking.
He was really quiet too and that was obviously strange for him as he always tries to make others laugh.
He is such a kind person.
Some of his friends asked him if has happened something wrong but he gave them a smile and he said no.
I was the only one that understood that his smile was fake, but I couldn't say a thing.
I was just sitting there thinking about how did this happen.
It seems to me so unreal and I don't know how we ended up kissing, it just happened. My stomach still hurts by the memory of the kiss.
The only thing I knew was that I was feeling something about that boy. That boy who was able to make my heart beat rapidly only by his touch. That boy who could make me smile by only bringing his image in my mind. The tiny person with the deep blue eyes and the shy little smile that covers his face every time I see him. He is such a cool person, inspiring and wonderful, gentle and powerful. He lights up like a star and his generosity is something that I love on him. He always puts other's people happiness first than his and he gives his best every day. He doesn't give a shit about what other people think, he is just himself and that's more than enough.
"Are you okay?", a girl asked me then and she sat in the sofa that I was sitting. Her hair was curly and she had an angelic face with beautiful eyes. But not as beautiful as his.
"Yeah, I was just thinking of something".
Louis was staring at us with intesity and he seemed for one more time angry as he tightened his teeth.
I stood up when I realised that it was late and I decided that it was time to leave but when I reached to the door he came by my side and he pulled my hand.
"Are you going home?", he asked and he looked down. He was looking really nervous and I was surely more.
"I think that its time to go, thank you, I had a great time".
He embraced me tightly and he whispered in my ear: "I thank you. For everything".
I left the house and I let myself in the cold, by standing outside for some minutes till my mum arrives. My mind was full of thoughts.
"Did you have fun?"
"I could say that it was good", I answered and I closed my eyes by bringing back in my memory his perfect face as I entered the car.
Gemma was watching a silly program back home on TV and she hopefully didn't ask me a thing about the all situation.
I got upstairs before I ate something quickly and I felt in my bed but then she appeared out of the blue in my room. I stayed quiet but she decided to make me all the necessary questions.
"How did it go? Was he gentle and good with you? I mean..you didn't know anyone there..", her curiosity broke my nerves but I knew that she was my sister and she cared about me, so I decided to answer her back. Also, she had understood my feelings and I hoped that she could help me.
"Yeah, it was good, can you please leave now Gem? I want to stay alone for while". I said as I turned back side.
I heard her leaving but then, she added:
"I just wanted to say to you that you don't have to hide your feelings. You are my brother and I want you to be happy. I can say that you are even more happy when you see this boy".
Her words brought tears in my eyes but I didn't want to show them.
She was caring about me too much and that was so important for me.
"Thanks sister, love you".
"Love you too little curly one".
She closed the door and she leaved me in the dark.
Did I have to say to him how I feel every time he is close to me? Probably yes, but I don't know how to express my feelings. I don't even know what I feel and if I am..in love with him?
I have some days till the next performance, so I wont meet him again soon. I have time to think and to clear up my feelings but does he feel the same for me? Thats the biggest fear that keeps me awake every night. Does his heart beat so fast as mine every time our eyes meet?
I could say that he probably feels something because I have noticed how he looks at me, but I can't be sure. I'll figure it out in some days and we will talk about all of this.
I think that I sould make a plan for the things I have to say because I'll be really anxious then and I'll forget everything. His eyes make me forget everything, they are gorgeous and his smile so amazing.
Well, Gemma might be right that this boys makes me happy. He has this ability to put up a smile in my face without even trying. That is not something that many people achieve to do it. The way his strands fall in his face make me love him even more. He is the only person who makes me notice all these little things.
I remember when I was young and grandma was talking to me about how she first met grandpa.
"He was one of the most hadsome men in the city and he was certainly the most amazing man I have every met", she had said and mum started laughing.
"Mother, he is seven years old, he has many time to discover love".
But I wanted to learn. I liked the way Grandma was talking to me about things. Also, she had given me marshmallows and I loved marshmallows. I could have been sitting there eating and listening to her for hours.
"Tell me more, how did you two first meet?", I asked her then.
"Well, we were out one night and when he talked to me he asked me if I wanted to dance with him. He wasn't good at dancing", she laughed at the memory of that time.
I laughed too and I let her continue:
"He was stepping on my feet very often but he had something in his eyes that made me fall in love with him. Tell me, will you ever get tired of eating marshmallows?", she asked.
"No", I responsed without thinking.
"So find someone who you will never get tired of. Someone who you will love even more than marshmallows. And you really love marshmallows little boy", I smiled at her and I gave her a hug by putting another one in my mouth.
Well, I found him Grandma. I found my own marshmallow. Its him. Its surely him.
