behind your eyes

7

Ella's pov

Lost in my thoughts, I lost track of time. I felt really stressed and I was certain I need someone to help me, that i couldn't rise up strongly like all the time. I was so sure that i was in need of someone who could understand me, someone i can talk to, to trust and to love. But that someone will always be a fantasy...
I jumped when I felt a presence next to me, I looked up to see who it was, and I was met with the world's most gorgeous eyes.

"Hey" he said to me with his raspy angelic voice, he seemed really tired and irritated just like me. I was staring deep into his beautiful light brown eyes when I realized  I'm still staring at him like a hawk, and i'm still acting like a freak.
"Oh!uh...h..hii" what the hell was that!? Can't you just simply say hi???
I didn't know who he was and what he was doing here, but he somehow looked familiar to me, it was just so dark and my vision was so blurry from crying that I couldn't really see him clearly and figure out where I must've seen him, the only thing that was shining in the dark was his eyes.
"Were you in that party down there?" He asked.

"Yeah" of course he's gonna realize it if you wear such clothes.
"Are you alright?"
Did I look that bad in front of a handsome boy for him to realize I've been a crying mess??
"I don't know" I was somehow honest despite all the times I said that I'm fine, I don't know what made me feel comfortable with him to be truthful about my feelings, maybe it's just the alcohol in my system.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked me.
I always regretted trusting people, but he didn't know me and he wouldn't judge me because of my reputation.
"It feels better if you talk about it with someone" he said, he must've realized I'm hesitant.
He also seemed like something was bothering him too and he needed to talk, so that's why half drunk me decided to talk.
"Okay" I whispered looking down, playing with my fingers. I took a deep breathe and started explaining him what happened. He looked at me so carefully and tried to comfort me in any possible way although he didn't know me. He was just very caring and kind that I felt so comfortable to tell him my biggest secrets although I didn't know him either.
I think I trust him...

he was the first person that I talked to about real stuff in a long while.
After I finished explaining everything, tears were already falling down from my brown eyes. I was really hurt and I just couldn't control the lump in my throat.
"Hey hey... shhh" he said to me and he put his arm around me pulling me into his chest. I cried into his shoulder and I think I ruined his t-shirt.
At the very moment, deep down I felt so happy to have a shoulder to cry on. I had enough on my plate and he was like an angel sent from above to comfort me.
"It's alright, it'll be okay. You should just focus on yourself and ignore what others have to say about you, you're way too precious to cry like that"
I looked up at him "who says I'm way too precious?"
I scoffed.
"I say" he whispered in my ear. "How could you say that? You just met me" I asked in disbelief.
"You're way more beautiful and smarter and nicer and better than you think you are. I could tell"

Has someone finally called me beautiful??
I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him and then I felt his cold hand on my cheek. He looked at me for a few moments.
I must look really terrible with these puffy eyes right now, he's gonna hate me if he keeps staring at me like that...
I suddenly turned my head away and looked back at the mesmerizing view of the city.
"Look at me." He said. I turned my head away but he put his thumb on my chin and and turned my head so I could face him.  our eyes were meeting. It felt so awkward and I didn't even know his name... but there was this strange familiarity. I feel like I've seen him before.

Then it all hit me...

HE'S SHAWN MENDES!!!