New Beginnings

Chapter 13

Dylan's P.O.V.

As soon as I'd walked into the room I’d spotted her my eyes instantly drawn in her direction, why is it she is always on a dance floor? And why does she have to move her body so suggestively? It was like her birthday all over again. I had been picturing the moment I saw her again for a few days and each time I had pictured myself instantly jumping to action, making sure I got in what I wanted to say before she turned me away. Instead I found myself just stood in the doorway staring. I took in every inch her of her. What shocked me was her hair; now don't get me wrong I like brown hair as much as the next person but that wasn't her. Her ginger hair is what makes her who she is, it matches her fiery temperament and I have long wanted to run my fingers through it, it was such a unique colour. She would look beautiful with any colour hair but her ginger curls made her strikingly so.

She leant over and said something to the girl she was dancing with then made her way off the dance floor with a strut and her hips swaying with every step, the confidence she was exuberating was a turn on and I was not the only one to notice.

I took this opportunity to follow her only to be stopped by some woman with an extremely neat blonde bob.

"Hey, I haven’t seen you around the hotel before; did you know that right now we are both stood under the mistletoe?" She giggles and I groaned at the sound, It really bugs me. You have got to be kidding me, was my first thought.

"Sorry, but I’m taken I’m afraid." I say smiling and walking around her.

"That's no problem, is your girlfriend here?" She purrs at me.

"She's around somewhere." I reply and with that I run away.

I lean against the wall with my back to the party, I’m in a hallway that leads to the toilets and I’m guessing that's where Isabelle has disappeared too. The door opens and she stumbles out, I just stand and watch her, I’m sure I have a goofy smile on my face but its okay since she has yet to look up from her bag and actually see me. That's probably why she then walks straight into me and stumbles back, her scent bombarding my senses has me momentarily paralysed.

"Oh my God I’m so... What the hell are you doing here?" She shouts at me as her eyes widen in shock, which makes me cringe, in normal circumstances this sort of a reunion would be a huge romantic moment, unfortunately we are in far from normal circumstances. I have a huge desire to wrap her in my arms and hold her close to my chest, the distance that's between us, metaphorically and literally, kills me inside. Yet I’m the one who put it there.

"Hi Isabelle." I say a little sheepishly.

"Hi, that's all you've got, after everything, it's Hi. How the hell did you find me?" She states blank faced, I knew she wouldn't make this easy and why should she?

"No, of course not, I have loads to say. If you let me talk to you, I’ll tell you the whole story. Please, can't we just talk?" I'm literally pleading and if getting on my knees and begging is what I have to do then fine.

"No Dylan, we have nothing to discuss and in case you didn't notice I’m at a Christmas Party and I’m meant to be having fun." She takes a step to the side so she can get round me and I mirror her movements, we do this a couple of times like some silly dance before she stops and narrows her eyes at me frowning. I'd frown straight back if she didn't actually just look really cute. I shake my head, I need to get her to listen to me, I don't have much time before Drake and his crew catch up and when they do this will be a hell of a lot harder.