That Sweet Creature - LIRRY

Chapter 2

Louis' POV

It's barely been two days since I started living in the North Shore. This place has countless miracles to offer me. And, yet, my neighbor's mansion is the fanciest thing I've ever seen. It looks like a palace surrounded by a forest. I have only heard the name of my neighbor but he stays a mystery to me. I only know that the mansion belongs to Mr. Styles. But who is he? All I can do is imagine him, as if he was a character in a fiction book.

But my mind is now busy with a more realistic mission. I have a cousin that lives on the East Egg. Her name is Daisy and the last time we had a normal conversation was when we were children. She married one of the wealthiest men in the country, who went to the same collage as me, and moved to an enormous house. When I first got a letter from her, it surprised me. We haven't really talked throughout these years and now she remembers me. And even if I was trying to be nice and not judge her, I was still sure that she was really bored with her life.

All my thoughts came to a stop when I heard the cab's horn. I quickly straightened my tie and ran outside. And thus began the least interesting ride of my life. It wasn't the longest, for sure, but I felt like motivation was being soaked off of me. I would rather stay home and stare at my typewriter until an idea would pop in my mind instead of sitting in front of a dinner table with people, who are so distant and different from me. I couldn't stand talking about politics, business, and money. But I had to be pretentious to survive in their society. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. 'Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,' he told me, 'just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.' And now I was trying to find those advantages or at least fit into their glorified life. It was all fake. It was just a show. Inside the walls was my cousin actually happy? Even without seeing her in years, I think I had the answer figured out.

Nonetheless, I paid and walked out of the cab, when we reached the massive mansion. Tom was the first one to notice me, as he was in the huge garden. He waved to me and walked closer, shaking my hand.

- Shakespeare! There you are! I started to suspect that you weren't going to show up! - he exclaimed.

I cringed at the nickname but hid it with a friendly smile. In Tom's mind everybody that was slightly connected with literature was associated with Shakespeare, even if the person's style had nothing to do with it. But what can I say! The guy is a sportsman. Everything else looks the same to him. I greeted him and we headed inside, where he proudly showed me his several awards. After looking through all the medals and cups, we entered the brightest room in the house. It had glass doors and silky snow-white curtains all around. I heard a giggly soft voice in the room and noticed blond hair moving behind the sofa.

- Is that you, my lovely?

She looked up from the sofa and smiled at me gently. At that moment I forgot my prejudice towards the upper class, as her eyes were filled with such warmth that promised there was no one else in the world she so wanted to see.

- Yes, Daisy. It's so nice to see you after all these years. - I answered, making her eyes shine even more.

I took a few steps closer and notice that she wasn't alone. There was a tall brunette sitting next to her, her eyes icy cold in contrast with Daisy's sweetness.

- This is Jordan. You may recognize her from Sport magazines. - Daisy introduced.

- Oh, right! It's a pleasure to meet you. - I exclaimed, but the woman ignored my and stood up, stretching her limbs and complaining that her muscles hurt from laying on the sofa for hours.