Lost

Chapter 8

I'm in a boundless flight of ideas,my each and every one is desperately trying to beat the other in vane.They're all numbered among being with someone who makes me feel comfortable embracing my inner freak with them, showing everyone how fucking happy he is to have me. Making me feel alright when I have mental breakdowns. Making a huge part of their life revolving around me. No lies,unnessecary jealousy or useless fights.Being with someone who doesn't treat me like an object they own.Being with someone who is completely sure they will always want me and basically being with someone whose presence makes me feel like I don't need anything else. Lots of interaction, phonecalls and I love yous .More of emotional hours when we both get romantic as fuck talking about what we mean to each other's . My voiceless mental babbling comes to an end by the time I notice a tight-fitting, raven, knee length dress- with a marvellous belt on the waist-in my wardrobe. As soon as I have it on, I apply some black eye-liner which pops my wide eyes out and I start straightening my chocolate brown sun-kissed hair with the flat iron loosely.My speedy peek in the mirror proclaims that I look greatly acceptable for a party. I catch sight of a silver Honda Civic pulling up in my appartment's parking lot followed by a gentle knock of the front door.In a minute,I open it to observe Louis reflectively contemplating my look.His awe-inspiring eyes widen with unnatural delight. A brighter-than-the-sun-grin is plastered on his face like a 4- year- old on Christmas. God, he is superlatively hot that I almost melted.

"You look dazzling,my beauty queen." he says sweetly.

He is putting on an inky black tank top-exposing to view his fighting fit abs-,a pair of pitchy skinny jeans and black Vans.

As we make our way to the parking lot,he compliments me about my look while planting a delicate, swift,friendly kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks a lot.You surely look as handsome as ever." I reply glorifying the way his full pink lips twitch at the ends and his eyes crinkle slightly to shimmer his glamourous,out-of-this-world smile.

As-an-extremley-gentleman-act-that-never-gets-old,he opens the car's door for me then rushes to the driver's seat. He opens the radio, and unexpectedly, it is "All of Me."

" Do you like this song? I really do." he questions,his obvious curiosity getting the best out of him.

"Yes, I adore it." I reply, not imagining that he likes it.

We arrive to his house's out-of-the-ordinary entrance.I'm just like a marching solider because of my 5-centimeter-high-heels. Louis' bulky, monumental mansion is perfectly decorated in a Vintage Victorian style.It's full of fashionable vases,glorious-close-to-perfection antiques and filthy,rare paintings for well-known people as I think.There are fragile diamonds and sparkling crystals in patterns everywhere ,even the sofas are lined with wealthy precious diamonds that I swear I won't be able to afford any of them in a hundred-million-years of working. As we stagger through a long corridor, I can feel the blaring repeated vibrations from the floor confirming my thoughts that a pop song is being played as if my only breath would be taken away any second.I'm sure the music is going to make me totally nauseous,that I fear I throw up.

Louis leads me to the hall where the party is being held. We reach to a gigantic, glass door where the vibrations under my feet now are about to make me fall apart.

"The music is roaring in there, it seems like I would have a cruddy headache for weeks." I comment.

"Haven't you been to a party before, Katie?"

"Well..."

Louis pushes the door and now I can feel the music like it's going to murder me.

"No problem, I got it, you are going to have a blast babe!" He yells, but I just heard him as if he is murmuring.

My heart started thumping under my dress , it is just going to shatter my rib cage to be free. Did he just call me babe? Why? I'm not even his girlfriend.

Louis' POV.

What did I just say?babe? I'm certainly insane! She's looking at her black heels and I'm sure she is certainly thinking that I'm a player or an asshole. I don't really know why I told her babe.I can see her staring at the crowd dancing like loony people as if it is the first time for her to see a party.

"What?" I try to grab her attention .

Kaitlyn's POV.

"What?" He breaks the silence menacingly.

" That's really awesome." Forcing a fake smile,I reply,unable to think of something else to say.

"Louis!! Come over here!" I can hear a rough voice calling Louis.

He looks at me at me as if he is asking my permission whether to go or not.

"Go see your friends, I'm going to get a drink anyway." I comfort him.

"Okay,I'll be right back." he replies.

I stroll through the crowd,trying to avoid the guys staring and checking every single part of me like they're starving wolves. Some couples are dirty dancing, others are making out in corners even some girls are taking off their shirts.

I try to pass them quickly , till I reach the bar. It has countless bottles in different shades and tastes that has ever crossed anyone's mind .It has every single kind of beer and wine one had dreamt of.

As I take a seat on a high chair, the bartender called Tommy- I knew it from his name tag- puts a pair of petite glasses infront of me. Surely it's a wrong order or something.

"Hey! I didn't order that!" I whoop.

" It's free vodka." He explains.

"Vodka? Umm.. can I order strawberry smoothie?" I ask yelling so he could hear me.

"Strawberry smoothie?"He bursts into laughter.

"Yea, is it availlable or should I order something else?" I question hoping it is there, I just admire strawberry smoothie.

"Yes.Hahaha." He replies, still laughing for no reason. Is he dumb or something?

My order is delivered and I finish it all once it settles infront of me, it is extraordinarily mouth-watering.The vanilla whipping cream and the polka-dot-red-and-blue miniature umbrella made it unexplainably appealing.

"Can I have the check please?" I tell him after filling my stomach with the strawberry smoothie.

"The guy over there payed

already." he replies, my mouth just falls open.

"What? what guy?" I question, with my mouth is agape.

He points to a guy sitting at the very end of the bar. I didn't notice his heavenly features , just his brown messy mop of curls are the only things I can clearly spot.