"Well those girls a couple windows down seem to be doing the exact same thing exact with a whole lot more alcohol and white girl dancing." I point out, laughing but thinking to myself about how I was proud of my own white girl dance moves and would do the same when drunk.
Theo laughs, finding his next person and moving my arm from where it had been pointing to wherever they were. His touch against my arm brings a slight tingle to my skin though I assure myself that it is just me getting goosebumps from the chill. My eyes follow to where he has guided my arm, an apartment window with someone alarmingly similar to me in appearance seated on her couch with a large bowl of presumably popcorn on her lap cuddled up under a blanket as she cries along to the scenes on her TV.
"She's probably got A Walk to Remember on, midway through a romance marathon for her to dream over, and is at the last couple of minutes where he says the line that makes everyone cry," he remarks.
I tried to ignore the fact that this girl would probably be me right now if it wasn't for Lexi winding me up to this party. "The line?" I ask, smirking with amusement at his romantic movie knowledge to distract myself from this.
"Our love... It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it." he responds, hand on his heart in a mockingly deep manner as he looks up to the sky just like in the movie.
My body starts shaking with laughter, my head accidentally hitting against the wall behind me. I groan with pain while trying to halt my laughter, putting my hand to the back of my head as if it will help with the pain.
"Are you okay?" he asks, trying to hold in his own laughter at my clumsiness. I nod as he stretches out his arm and leans as much as possible to pull closer a chair with a pillow, taking the pillow and placing it behind my head as a precautionary measure.
"Thanks," I say, "I didn't expect the great knowledge of romantic dramas."
"Well, I'm full of surprises."
I can see that already.
"Oh look, we seem to be getting a new arrival," he exclaims with excitement, turning away from me to point out the light which had just turned on in a nearby apartment, "I can't seem to make out what's going on though."
I attempt to take a more focused look, trying my best without my glasses.
"The person is moving so quickly I can't figure it out—"
"Oh!" I exclaim, squeaking with surprise and looking away.
"What? What is it? Did you figure it out?" he eagerly asks, "Come on, spill."
"Well, it's not one person but two," I explain, instantly beginning to flush, "And the reason they're moving so quickly is because I think they're a bit.... eager .... passionate with the whole ripping off each other's clothes."
"Oh!" he instantly responds, finally figuring out and looking away as he realises his been watching on as a pair gets it on, "Well I guess cheers to them." he says raising his glass to clink with mine before taking a swig as I awkwardly laugh under my breath.
His phone vibrates on the floor beside him, saving us from this awkward moment continuing. He ignores it the first time but after the second then third time he finally acknowledges it. Looking at the notifications his mood visibly alters, making him seem instantly deflated.
"I best be heading back in," he announces, popping our little bubble away from the world which we had formed, "Don't want to be missed." A brief flick of his eyebrows indicates he's joking about his latter remark, trying to lighten the mood. "You heading back in?" he asks me as he turns around, ready to walk away.
"I think I'll come in a second. I just want to enjoy out here for a moment longer." I answer.
He nods in response and lingers for a moment to say to me "I hope to see you in there Ella" before walking off and disappearing into the crowd. Oh boy did I hope we'd see each other too.
I turn back to the city and take one more look, savouring the sight. There wouldn't be a sight like this that I'd get anywhere where I go. With that last look I turn around and head back into the lions den, ready to find my sister and get out of here.
When I return inside I am met with the same crowd that I had escaped to the balcony because of, still gathered around. Light music plays from the speakers while everyone still stood around.
While everyone stays in place, waiting, I scan the room for my sister but my search comes up with no results. So I just message her asking her where she is and wait for her reply next to a table, resting my arms as well as my handbag on it. A waiter comes around and offers me a champagne and I go to take it. Might as well take up my time waiting with something so delicious and expensive as well.
However, as I go to take the champagne flute off the waiter's tray I'm beaten to it with a hand reaching out and taking the exact flute I was about to take along with another. I look up and am met with the sight of yet another truly handsome man, in his mid to late 20s just as Theo looked to be, with a beautiful medium toned complexion. His features complimented his complexion, with his dark brown hair and eyes highlighting the touch of golden in his skin. It appeared that good looks must be running through the water in these upper class areas. He didn't seem to beguile me like the mystery that was 'Theo' but he certainly wasn't hard to look at. Maybe I would be more interested if he wasn't stealing my champagne.
My second mystery man of the evening thanks the waiter and then turns to me and says, "Your champagne Miss." He holds out the champagne for me and I take it gladly.
"You know I'm perfectly capable of grabbing my own drink." I remind him.
"Yes, I know but then I wouldn't have had an excuse to speak with you." he quips.
"You could've just come up to me and started a conversation. That still does work as a method of conversing last I checked." I tease, letting my mouth lift up into a slight smirk to let him know that I was only playing around. He was lucky he didn't do this with food otherwise he would've got a very different response.
"I guess I could've but I get a little nervous talking to beautiful girls, forgive me." he replies, watching me intently.
I almost choke on my drink.
"Oh wow, you're smooth." I comment sarcastically. My mind was telling me that he was just telling me what I wanted to hear. He was surely a Lothario who had practiced his tricks many times on numerous girls. But my heart and body was responding involuntarily with my cheeks burning up and most likely turning rosy, a blush which would make me look like an easy catch.
I couldn't help it, I wasn't one to get many compliments. Sure, I received many compliments over the years from my family and friends like Jess but they were just a courtesy. Of course they would try to make me feel better about myself. However, over the course of my womanhood I had rarely been made to feel special.
I had been in two serious relationships in my life: with Derek and another back in Australia when I had lived there briefly. Both had treated me rather well but did they ever go out of their way to make me feel special when we had first met? No, both relationships had blossomed from a friendship or mutual acquaintances. No one had ever fought for me like I had dreamt would happen when I was younger. There was no sense of the mythical 'love at first sight' notion in these meetings. That was why now when yet another mysterious man had captured my attention and I theirs it was truly mesmerising for the insecure romantic inside of me.
"I'm not trying to be smooth. Just honest, he claims with my cheeks warming up more and more as he continues to stare into my eyes with that gaze of his, "I should probably introduce myself before I continue to make my case. I'm Damon." he tells me with a beaming, million dollar smile across his face.
"I'm Ella." I reply, making my second introduction of the night; more than I usually make in a month of my anti-social life.
"And what bring's you here tonight if I may ask?" he questions.
"Oh, I have the greater honour of being my sister's ride this wondrous evening." I sarcastically answer, a favourite habit of mine.
"Oh yes, a great honour. You should be so proud." he jokes back, a trait I admire in any person. Apparently my sarcasm was sometimes 'rude' and 'confusing'. I preferred the term 'witty'.
"I would feel a lot better about this honour of mine if I could actually find my sister. Her name's Alexis, or Lexi. You wouldn't happen to know her or have seen her around, would you?" I ask.
"Oh you're Lexi's big sister?" he exclaims, clearly aware of who she is. I'm not sure if he says this in a good or bad way. Lexi had a very loud personality and as a result tended to know everyone somehow. It appeared my parents had passed down their introverted qualities mostly to me and left her with all the extroverted qualities.
"That would be me," I answer. Being known as Lexi's big sister wasn't exactly new for me. "How do you know Lexi?" I ask.
"I work with the guy she's seeing from what I understand." he explains.
"Oh, really?" I react, "Which one is he exactly?"
He looks around the room, scanning for him.
"I don't seem to see him. He should be somewhere around here. The relatively tall guy in the grey suit," he elaborates.
I join the search, looking for and failing to find the guy in the grey suit. Just a whole lot of black suits, as Damon was wearing too, the group clearly not too creative with their fashion sense tonight.
"Oh, there he is!" he exclaims, "It appears our host has chosen to finally grace us with an appearance. May I present to you the elusive Theodore Harrington." he announces dryly, stretching out his arm to point to where he had spotted him as he takes a long sip of his drink.
I barely pay attention to the name he tells me, too eager to finally get a look at this guy. I look to where he is pointing, still not seeing a grey suit but finding a group of people huddling around someone, shaking his hand. The noise begins to finally die down as everyone awaits for the host to finally say his speech. It is only when those last few people finish off their greetings and move aside to provide a clear view for everyone else that my mind actually processes the name Damon had uttered seconds ago.
Standing on the other side of the room, right below a pendant light so that the light glistens off of him and highlights the strands of golden in his brown tousled hair, stood the host in his slim fitted, navy coloured suit.
The elusive Theodore Harrington, Damon had said. Or, as I would know him, the deceptive yet captivating Theodore 'Theo' Harrington.
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Above is how i've imagined my Ella Adams: Emilia Clarke in her early Game of Thrones day as a brunette. Feel free to imagine her as you please. Hope you've enjoyed reading my story so far and thanks for reading
*This chapter has been edited, with some minor story points amended and extra content. Hence, the extra long chapter.*
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