Lost

Day 10

"Chis, Chisty wake up! It's already 3p.m.!"
"What?" my voice cracks and my head hurts. Oh last night.
"Maybe it wasn't so right to teach you how to party like a Russian..." he says.
He sounds guilty but I know he thinks this is funny too.

"At least I had fun." I say hoarsely.
"Do you even remember?" he laughs.
"Yes, Kristian, I remember!"
"Damn Chis you look like you slept on a park bench after being drugged." he grins. I first look insulted, but then I start grinning too.
"Alright Kostov, laugh. Wait until I get rid of this hangover, then I'll show you what's funny."

"Don't you become aggressive now. Come and try to have some breakfast, that helps."
I get up, but when the world starts to sway, I have to sit down again.
"I don't feel like having breakfast."
"Well actually it'll be lunch... Chis!"
I throw up. On his bedroom floor.

"Oh my God..." he whispers.
"I don't feel like having breakfast." I repeat.
"No you don't!" he laughs, "It's alright, I'll fix it!"
He brings a bucket and a glass of water for me. Then he starts cleaning the floor.
"The dark side of having fun with alcohol." he jokes.

"How come your not hangover?" I ask.
"I'm used to it," he smiles, "and I wanted to be able to be responsible for you."
"If I didn't just throw up, I would kiss you now." I smile at his sweet words.
"You owe me one then."

Kris does the best he can to help me. Turns out that both Maria and Dani are feeling just as bad as me. Or they pretend, to make Kris take care for them.

I'm on the sofa with their laptop on my lap, when Kris comes in.
"Feeling better already?"
"Starting to, thanks to you." I put away the laptop and let him sit next to me, "You took such good care for me."
"If I'm not mistaken you still owe me a kiss." he grins while he turns his cheek to me.

I turn his head to kiss him on his mouth. He slides his hands over my waist, mine are in his neck and hair. He pulls me on his lap, I wrap my legs around his waist. His tongue explores my mouth (yes I brushed my teeth, don't worry).

"You know Chis," he says, panting a little, "I never know how far I can go. With your past and all."
"Me neither. Don't worry, you'll notice it when you're there." I keep it short 'cause right now I'm desperate for more.
*My, my, my, my, oh give me love.*
Kris moans. I look at him with a face like what?
"It's Ed Sheeran." he says.

I start laughing, "You really love to sing."
"Singing is my heart and soul." he whispers in my ear, "I love it almost as much as I love you." now he softly bites my ear.
"Oh Kris." I moan. Shivers go down my entire body.

"Hey! We're trying to have a decent hangover inhere! Don't forget this apartment has thin walls." Dani shouts from out of their bedroom.
"Dani please, my head hurts." Maria moans.
I look at Kris and raise my eyebrows.
"Let's keep it down a little." he whispers.
"I can't. You make me crazy." I whisper back.

He gives me a kiss, "Then let them hear us, payback for those years being a third wheel."
We crawl over the sofa, cuddling, kissing, moaning,...
He made my hangover disappear and now he's making me feel even more alive.

Though, my energy is temporary:
"Woow! Hold on a second," I sigh while I lay down, "I'm a little overwhelmed."
He says nothing but keeps on kissing my neck, one hand holding my thigh.
So I stroke his hair, enjoying this moment.

"Kris?"
"Mhh?" his answer comes from out of my hair.
"You're still calling me 'Chisty' instead of 'Emma'"
"Oh that's right!" he sits up now.
"Guess I got used to it? Would you like me to call you Emma?"
"I don't know. I love both."
"I'll call you both Chisty-Emma."
"Haha! Nooo! That's ugly!"
"Okay, I'll see."

After a while we get hungry.
"Let's order pizza!" he proposes joyfully.
"Good idea! I'm starving right now!"
"Ugh no way I can eat a pizza." Dani protests. He just took a shower and is making a coffee now.
"Well then what do you want?" I ask him. He remains silent so we order three pizzas. Making Dani and Maria share one.

After they both finished one slice the two of them go back to their bedroom. They look like walking dead.
I sit myself down on the sofa again, and think of what happened here one hour ago, I can't stop smiling. Kris is taking a shower. So I pick up the laptop and scroll around a little.

Suddenly I come across an article, with the title 'Kristian Kostov' .
My curiosity finally wins it from my conscience and I start to read the first lines:

'17-year-old Kristian Kostov took Europe’s breath away with the song Beautiful Mess in this year’s Eurovision Song Contest, ending up in second place after...'

Eurovision? Kris participated Eurovision? And he became SECOND?

I read on and get stunned even more: X-factor Bulgaria, The Voice Kids Russia. No wonder he practices a lot...

I search for Beautiful Mess on YouTube and watch the first one that pops up. It's the videoclip. The first seconds already stun me, but it's not the Kris that I know...
After the videoclip I watch the live video of the final, and feel like I fall in love with him again. But in a different way this time.

So this was his secret. That's why he graduated early, and leaves so often with Dani. He is a singer. And a damn good one.

I hear the door of the bathroom open up, and panic. Do I tell him? Should I be angry? Or do I understand? He kept a secret for me, but so did I...
He enters the living room with a towel around his waist. He's dripping all over the floor.

"I realized you might want to join me in the shower?"