Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Thirty-One

Me and Louis walk hand in hand down the pebbled pathway leading onto the beach, the breeze blowing gently through my now slightly knotty hair as it hangs loosely down my back. I swing our hands between us, making him look at me weirdly and shake his head whilst grinning. His grin made me smile too.

I loved being able to feel the sun burning down onto my face. Usually, it got too much and I couldn't bear to be under it for longer than five minutes without a sunhat, but due to the coolness from the breeze, it just about evened out the temperature and made it bearable. I liked it this way.

I noticed a few familiar faces as we entered the beach, but I was too busy letting the sand pour into my flip flops and allowing my feet to sink deeper and deeper to care. My head lifted back up, seeing Louis taking in his surroundings with squinted eyes, clearing his vision through the sun light. It was cute. The way his nose scrunched up and the creases formed on his forehead. I bite down on my bottom lip, returning my head back down to face the view in front of me.

Like always on a beautiful day in Santa Barbara, a lot of people were present on the golden sands of the beach. Some sunbathing on rented loungers, children making sandcastles beside their parents, the brave ones taking the waves on their surfboards, and a few playing games of volleyball and soccer up by the nets to the left of the beach.

"The water is so clear," Louis says as we make our way towards the sea.

I have my RayBans shielding my eyes from the sunlight, and whilst pushing my hair out of my face, I nod in response. I was very glad that I decided not to put a jacket on.

I feel my fingers break free from Louis' when he jogs towards the water as it glistens under the sun. I laugh when he turns around and stupidly kicks the water into the air, letting it splash all over him, leaving dark wet patches on his crisp white T-shirt that clings to his torso so fabulously. The outlines of his muscles in his stomach peered through the shirt, making me once again bite down on my bottom lip in awe of him. I began to wonder just what made him choose me. I didn't feel good enough for him, like there are so many other girls out there that are a thousand times more beautiful than I could ever be, yet he picked me out of the whole female population. I asked myself why? That's when my subconscious reminded me that my mother would be quick to say, 'well you are my spitting image Samantha, so if you don't think you're beautiful then you don't think I'm beautiful either'. Of course she was beautiful! I would admire her features sometimes, but not realizing that most of mine are exactly the same.

I realized that I was just stood there almost gawping over him, taking in his beauty. I watch as he walks through the water towards a floating bucket and spade that a younger boy had asked to pass back to him. My feet had just about touched the dampened sand before the waves, when my view was cut out by the sight of a multicolored beach ball being held up in front of my face. Startled, I jump back slightly.

It's when a laugh so familiar to my ears comes from behind me that I know exactly who it is.

"Look at you! I'll notice a face like yours on a crowded beach any day!" I hear as I turn around on my heels. "Out of hospital, fit as a fiddle and looking as fine as ever." Before I can respond or even get a clear view, arms wrap tightly around my waist, trapping me inside a hug.

When I'm finally set free, I'm met by the gray eyes of Ste. Of course. Why was I stupid enough to believe that I could come on this beach and not see him. He came here everyday with his friends, but I suppose I never thought about that before I left Diane's house.

"Hey," I say, forcing my voice to sound a little enthusiastic. Every time I see him I'm reminded of the let down, the hurt and disappointment, but I can't help but miss that great friendship that we shared before everything turned sour. When we were just kids. That's the hardest part of it all.