Lost

Chapter 9

     The first thing I normaly notice when I look at people is their eyes. But it hurts when you look him in the eye. All I can see is an insane look of desperation you can almost feel it in those irresistably spell blinding eyes. The kind you almost get lost in and I guess I did yet they are so hallow like the life had been sucked out of them. They are like mesmarising broken glass all along the floor but it is so beautiful and my curiousity is bringing out the worst in me. All I can see are light brown locks framing his face perfectly, happiness draining from his lifeless-green-as-clovers-wide eyes and a drop-dead gorgeous smile of an angel coming across such a pretty face.

      What is paralyzing my brain is his gleaming green orbs glaring back into mine. His steady gaze is giving me infinite goose bumps while causing countless reactions in my body. My heart is beating in a wild way I have no experience of, lingering butterflies are dancing in my stomach, my breathing is quickening and my body is tense to the extreme. I'm hysterically picking at my nails after breaking that everlasting eye contact.

      But what is knocking my breath out is the heart stirring smirk he gives me when I look away before leaving the bar.

    Louis' POV.  

      Where the hell is Kaitlyn? I've been searching for her for thirty minutes straight but she's nowhere to be found. She didn't mention to me anything about leaving.The last thing she said was that she'll grab something to drink so she's probably in the bar. I start towards the bar straight away taking long strides when I happen to bump into my bestfriend, Harry.

    "Hey dude.What have you been up to?" He interrogates taking in account the frantic look glued to my face. 

    "How're you man? I'm looking for Kaitlyn, the super hot chic who joined our school this year. Wanna come with me?".

    "Yeah.That's for sure Lou." He responds instantly, displaying a flirty wink.

   Harry's POV.

      The bar's door flies open and I see her seated alone miserably running her eyes over a novel's page slowly and carefully.The sight of her eye brows knitting in pure confusion while biting her lower lip in worry is astonishingly striking, that I'm blown away by her oustanding charm. Without hesitation, Louis makes his way towards her and my swelling anxiety grows larger when I become concious of the fact that she's the same girl that I stared at her innocent features earlier.

     "Hi Kaitlyn. Will you mind if I introduce you to someone important to me?" he tells her.

     "Ofcourse I won't Lou.I'm intrigued to know who this person is!" She squeals in absolute excitment.

      "It's Harry, my lifetime bestfriend." he introduces.

     Realization slaps her all at once,I can feel it. Frustration and shock are plastered on her face and her frown couldn't have grown any bigger when she remembers looking away from my intense gaze. Putting on a fake broken smile that doesn't reach her eyes, she says a shy 'hi' to me but, it comes out as a low whisper. She doesn't look nice. She looks like art and it isn't supposed to look nice it is supposed to make you feel something.

    "Hey there Kaitlyn. Nice to meet you. I'm Harry." While grining sheepishly at her, a twinkling sparkle is forming in her eyes, it's brightness is equivelant to a beautifully shooting star that it can end the darkness on Earth.

    Kaitlyn's POV.

I'm at loss of words, I give him a small smile. Louis tells us that we'd bettersit on the couch opposite to the bar since  it is much more comfy than the high chairs. Me and Louis  are plopped on one couch and Harry is on the other.

    "So, Louis told me you are bestfriends, since when is that?" he questions.

     "Well, you can say a couple of days."

    "A couple of days? And you call each others bestfriends?"

    "Well, being close to someone isn't about  time passing by, it is with actions and emotions.Actions speak louder than words. You can have a bestfriend for ages, but in the end you could leave each others, and you can have another bestfriend for a couple of days and remain forever together." I converse while glancing at Louis waiting for his reaction.

      Louis beams  at me, performing a thumbs up and a  winky face.A 5- minute silence roams the table.

    Louis' POV.

     Nobody gabs , we could only feel the music as it is a monster knocking the ceiling of the lower floor so it feels like an earthquake.  I catch Harry's eyes regarding Katie headfully that his eyes almost pop out of his head on the table so he can stare at her distinctly. Ofcourse it's not his fault,everyone's head over heels about her. I did twice of what he did and more when I spotted her. If Laura saw Harry like that, she would certainly commit a crime around here.

    Harry's POV.

     My eyes can't stop discerning every single spot in her. I swear I can't . Her glorious eyes that beam and twinkle in the dark, her full juicy lips that attract me and make me dying to kiss them every moment involuntarily if she'd let me& her pure skin that seems so perfect and soft. I should try to hook up with her once if I breakup with Laura.

     

   Kaitlyn's POV.

     I see long tanned  fingers approaching me and I could hear a smokey deep voice - that the british accent in it almost deafens me -saying

     " Mind this dance?" It's Harry.

      What should I do? Should I dance with him? Well, I don't know. I just stare  at him intently and notice that he is staring back at me in melancholy realising that I am taking too long, well, his hand would hurt if I didn't, so I nod my head in agreement , not looking at Louis that we left alone.

      Unfortunately, the DJ changed the music to a slow dance, which is bad because I don't want to be "slow dancing" with a guy I have just met and good because I don't "dirty dance". I put one hand on his shoulder and he held the other while holding me tight from my waist. I can feel that my makeup almost melted from such colossal heat.

    "So, they call you Kate?"his minty breath amazes me and a small blush appears on my cheeks.

   "Katie." I correct him.

     " Well, they call me Harry here since birth without  a single nickname."

     "I can think about a name actually." I reply imagining my subconcious while she's throwing me from a window or something.

     "Hahaha, good , think of a name and tell me." He laughs.

      I laugh too. We kept silent till we can clearly hear clinking of high heels roaming the place. It is the only sound heard, as I look to see the source of it. I can distinct familiar fiery flaming red hair with almost a red as a tomato face too. Waiit wait, it's Laura, why does she look angry? Why is she approaching us even?