Shorties

Waiting

I know he's home. I know it because I saw him. Rows and rows of pictures. Him smiling. Him laughing. Him flirting with the camera. His ordeal job. But he's home. He's in the country. In the city even. And still he didn't call.

He said he would contact me as soon as he landed. He didn't.

A part of me reasons: He's busy. Photocalls. Interviews. Promoting. That's his job. He will call as soon as he has got some time. But will he?

What if he's got time? Just not time for me?

I mean, what am I to him anyway? The girl that made him laugh a few times? The girl that made him blush once or twice? Who says that I'm the only one who's got that effect on him?

We met during a little private party. He got invited by a friend of a friend who was friends with a friend of mine. I was there too. Standing in a corner, nipping on my glass of red wine. I enjoyed the party, no question. I just like to stand outside and watch. I watched him as he entered the room. I watched how all eyes focused on him. He illuminated the room with his smile. He was quite charismatic. A charmer. He was the complete opposite of me. He knew his way around. Knew how to compliment the person in front of him. I was just there. The quiet introvert in the corner. Creepily watching. Watching him as he got himself a drink. 

Everyone was in fancy dressings. He wore a suit. He looked really good in a suit. Comfortable. I was wearing a dress. It had a floral pattern on it. The material was too stiff for my likings. I was too stiff, too.

So I was standing in my corner. He was standing in the middle of the room, being the centre of the party.

And then our eyes locked. It was just a short moment. A quick glimpse. But enough to wake his curiosity. He looked at his collaborators and then excused himself very slyly. He came my way. The closer he got, the tighter the knot in my stomach. I fidgeted with my wine glass.

Everyone was wondering what the tall head turner was doing with the shy girl in the corner.

He was talking to me. His charm made it easy. He made me laugh and commented on it. It was the first time I really enjoyed a man's company. He was easy going and after a time I felt easy as well.

We met up quite often after that. Coffee shops. Pubs. Restaurants. Quiet places. Private places. Places where we could get to know each other.

He made me laugh. I made him smile. He made me confide my worries. I comforted him. He told me jokes. I told him embarrassing stories of my life. He complimented my smile. I complimented his eyes. 

We kissed. He leaned in. Just enough to leave millimetres of space between our lips. I completed the rest. It was a great kiss. He was a great kisser. Soft and though bumbling.

Then he had to leave. It is his job, he told me. He would be gone for months. Promoting. Doing interviews. Attending fancy parties with fancy people. But he would call, he said. I will call as soon as I land back home, he said and kissed me again.

He didn't. It's been a week since he's back home.

I'm afraid to call him. What would I say? Hey, it's me, the girl you kissed before you left, remember? Or. Hey, it's me, I've been watching every interview you've been doing over the last few months and I just wanted to say that I missed you a lot and that I think I fell in love with you but I think you forgot me but don't worry?

He's just busy. He'll call when he has got enough time. I'm sure.

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Exactly 666 words. Ha! 

I wrote this intentionally as a fanfic for an actor. But like all my earlier fan fiction works, I edited the name out of to make it more relatable. So you can imagine anyone you like.