My mistake (l.t.)

9.

Louis P.O.V.

"She works at an art gallery" Katlynne affirmed, making it sound like it was a fact I should already know.

I wanted to see her, I couldn't stop thinking about how good her skin tasted and I kinda wanted to see if that love bite I give had formed yet, I smirked at myself trying to figure out how she reacted when she saw it or if shes found it yet.my thoughts interrupted my by reminded me i had a guest waiting on my response.

wait I remember walking past some small art gallery on my way to work one day, actually the day I ran into, fuck I don't even know her name. I thought about asking Katlynne but I was embarrassed that after how many times I've seen her I never thought to catch her name. ill ask her next time I swear it, I promised myself.

"The one two blocks down?" I asked eager.

"Yea..." she replied with caution and my heart lit up. Ill just drop by, I thought,casually. I thanked Katlynne and ran through my plan to surprise Katlynnes friend over and over in my mind. As I reached the door, mumbling the words I would say to her Katlynne stopped me.

"Learn our accent, you live in America now," she laughed at me. I was going to give a snarky comment back but I didn't want to lose the script I had written in my mind.

I headed back down to the "model lounge" which is a large room where all the models hang out and work. as I returned to the room tons of people came up to me asking the same damn questions. how wasted were you last night? Who were dancing with? how many girls did you fuck? I pretended to not hear any of their hangover questions as I grabbed my jacket and left as quick as I could.

The rain had picked up a ton because now it was pouring. Fuck. I lifted my hoodie up and turned around the corner. it took me a little longer to connect my memory with street names but one way or another I found the studio.

The inside was tones of paintings hanging on the wall, the wall paper a cream white. I found a short, chubby man with glasses and barely any hair, sitting behind a large, oval desk.

"How can I help you?" he asked.

"Ah.. yeah I'm looking for a normal height girl with brunette hair that goes down to her shoulders and deep green eyes," I tried to explain her as best I could. he put a pencil up to his mouth and began to chew on it in thought.

"Oh I think you mean Kim! well if you are here for I can send her down?" he offered. I nodded and he began to punch numbers into a telly. I began to walk around and look at the millions of paintings that filled the walls. some of them were good but some of them looked like a three year old threw up on it then did some water colouring on the same page.

"This is shit," I whispered to myself but didn't dare to make an actual comment.

"Hi how can I...oh hi." I turned around to see Kim staring at me with wide eyes.

"Hi," I replied back simply. I had gone through so many ways to say hello to her when I saw her but my throat got tight as her huge green eyes bore into mine.

"Ah...what are you doing here?" She asked and I replied with a excuse I came up with on the way.

"Katlynne just wanted to let you know that you did well on the photo shoot." it sounded a lot better in my head.

"Ok,"she said with caution and complete confusion. "Why wouldn't she tell me that at home?" She asked, an eyebrow raisd at me. Wait,what? They live together?

" you guys live together?" I spoke my mind.

"No, not like that, just roomate." She cleared up all the confusion. My heart lifted a little when she said that, reminding me I might have a chance with her.

She continued to stare at me and I realised I really had no reason to explain why I has here. I had to come up with a excuse to stay.

"Hey would you mind showing me around?" I asked her and her eyes went wide again.

"Umm yeah, sure I guess," she checked the clock. "Comes with me," she waved her hand towards me and I followed her, a huge smile on my face.