Author's Note:
Hey guys, so this is my first story and I hope you like it.
Anyway, I'm sorry if I do any spelling mistakes. (Honest, I really suck with spelling.)
I'm gonna try to make the story as interesting as possible.
Hope you like it.
Anyway I won't bore you with my talking…
K. ❤
KPOV (Kayla's point of view)
As I lay their stearing at my ceiling an thought about my life.
My name is Kayla Kate.
I am 22 years old.
My mother and father died a few years in a car accident.
I have no brothers, nor any sisters.
I haven't been in a relationship in ages. I lived in Australia for five years and only came back home to Atlanta one week ago.
Just to keep it simple, my life was absolutely miserable.
Suddenly my phone vibrated on my bedside table and I woke from my daydream. "Kay, meet you in an hour. Don't you dare not to come. Lya. Kiera." The text said.
Elena, my best friend since like forever. She knows I don't like to party and get drunk. But because it was her birthday I promised her to come.
I got up, went to my closet and searched through it. In the end I decided to wear a knee long black dress with Louboutin High Heels.
An hour later, I was waiting outside the bar. There weren't a lot of guests, witch I didn't mind at all.
I was about to leave when my phone started to ring.
"Hello?" I said as I accepted the call that said "Kiera"
"Hey girl, I'm so sorry I can't come to the bar today. Code Cobra."
'Code Cobra' was our secret sentence for "Hot guy emergency."
I smiled.
"Sure hon, no problem."
"Thanks Kay. I'll make it up to you." Kiera said.
"No problem."
"I have to go now." Kiera said.
"B…"
Before I could finish my 'Bye' she had already hung up on me.
I sighed.
Because I didn't want to waste the time I had waited for Kiera, I decided to go inside and get something to drink.
"One 'Bloody Mary' please." I ordered.
"Of course." The bar tender said.
As I waited for my drink I looked around me, there were only a few people in the bar.
An old, drunken looking man was sitting at the really end of the bar.
And there were also two men, one was obviously in a deep conversation on the phone.
The man had a blonde hair and wore a expensive looking suit.
His head was tomato red and on his forehead were sweat pearls.
The second man had deep black hair and beautiful eyes. It seemed as if his eyes reflected the ocean.
He was stunningly handsome.
As much as I tired, I just couldn't look away from him.
The man with the ocean eyes turned his head and looked at me.
I stared, he stared. It was really intense.
Then he smiled a perfect smile with showed off his white teeth. I nearly slipped off my chair.
"Your drink Ma'am." the bartender said.
"Thanks" I muttered, turning away of staring into the mystery man's face.
I took a sip of my 'Bloody Mary' before I wanted to go back to look at him and his oceans blue eyes.
But as I turned around, he wasn't there anymore.
I frowned.
"Looking for someone?" a man behind me said.
I swirled around, thinking it was a creepy stalker who wanted to rape me or something. (Yes, I always think about the worst-case scenario.)
But as I looked again, I recognized the eyes. The ocean eyes.
I suppressed a smile.
"Maybe." I answered.
"I'm Ian," he said.
"Kayla."
"Kayla." He repeated.
"Just call me Kay."
"Well then Kay, what is a beautiful woman like you doing alone here in this dusty old bar?"
"My friend ditched on me," I replied.
"That sucks."
"Yeah, it does. I was planing on having a good time for the rare event of me coming into a bar."
"You don't like bar's?" Ian asked me.
"No, not really, there's always this alcohol cent. What about you?"
"I don't like bar's either. But it isn't the alcohol cent that disturbs me, but the dampness of the whole bar you know."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I do feel trapped in here somehow," I said.
"You know, you're the only person I've ever met that understands this."
I blushed.
"I could say the same."
This time it was his turn to blush.
"You're different. Not like other women. You don't act differently when you talk to me."
I was confused.
"Why should I act differently around you? Are you a prince or something?" I joked.
"No, but," he paused, "Never mind. What do you do for a living?"
"I was in Australia for five years, I've only come back home last week. So I haven't figured out the working part of my life. And you?"
"Me?" he asked.
"Yeah you. Am I talking to anyone else right now?" I said sarcastically and a little wierded out.
Ian looked stressed.
"I… I'm a movie set creator. You know, I build all the sets. Right now, I'm working on the Vampire Diaries," he said.
We kept on talking for at least an hour, before his boss, the man who was on the phone the whole time, hung up.
"Ian, we have to leave. Business awaits." Ian's boss said in a tone that shouldn't be messed with.
I looked at Ian who had an expression of light horror on his face.
"I guess I'll see you around then?" Ian said, almost pleadingly.
He smiled and pointed slightly, without of his boss noticing, on a serviette on the bar.
On the paper was a number and a note written in clear, bold handwriting: "Call me!"
I nodded. Understanding.
"I'll see you around then." I replied confirming is question.
Before he stood up he planted a quick kiss on my cheek.
I blushed and smiled.
"Bye Ian." I almost yelled before he waked out of the door.
Then I took my phone and typed in a message to Elena: "Code Cobra."
IPOV (Ian's Point Of View)
"Ian what the hell was that?" my publicist Chris told me, "If that fan girl goes to the press with this, there will be roomers. Bad roomers."
"Chris, she didn't know who I was. I told her I am a movie set creator. And she believed me. I'm an actor for god sakes, I make people believe things that don't even exist, Chris." I replied slightly annoyed.
"Good and look that it says that way. She must never know. Never."
"Mmmph." I said, not agreeing, but it seemed enough to him.
The only thing I could really think was Kayla.
It was so nice just to talk to someone who talks to me because of how I am and not because of who I am.
She had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. There was a depth in them that compelled me.
And her hair that fell like a waterfall of gold. Her heart shaped face and her full, red lips.
She wasn't the normal beauty, she was stunningly different. Stunningly, simply beautiful. There were no other words.
If she wouldn't call me, I didn't know what to do.
But I would find a way to find her. Even if I had to hire a private detective. I didn't care, cost me what it wanted.
"Ian? Are you listening to me?" Chris said snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"What?" I was still dazed just thinking of Kayla, no Kay.
"I told you, in ten minutes you have an interview with Clevver TV and later one with Teen Vogue. There going to do a double page on 'Hottest Vampire's in town. After that you have a script reading with Nina, Paul, Kevin and Julie. (For you guy's who don't know Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec - shame on you! :D They're the executive producers of The Vampire Diaries.) After that you have a meeting with a new scriptwriter and then rehearsal for the scene your supposed to film tomorrow. There will only be a short night shoot today, so you should be able to go home at about 11 P.M."
"Ohh. Well if it's only that." I joked.
Interview of Clevver TV:
Ian, it's amazing how many people know and love 'The Vampire Diaries.' How do you keep apart working – and private life?
"Well for me work is my life. I love my job and the people I work with, but it's important to keep family and friends close. I spend a lot of my free time with my family. I call my friends quite a lot and we write a lot."
So now, what all the girls out there are burning to know, are you single?
(Smiles)
"Yes, I am single. But single doesn't mean I don't fancy anyone."
So you're telling me that you're in love?
"I wouldn't call it love, but I would call it crushing. " (grinnes)
Will you tell me something about her?
"Well just one thing, she is very likeable."
When will 'The Vampire Diaries' season 4 premiere?
"The forth season will premiere sometime in September. The shooting for season 4 will start next month."
So the interview is almost over, would you like to say some final words?
"Of course, I just wanted to tell my fans that I am eternally grateful for there support and love. I wouldn't be here without them. Love you guys."
The camera was switched off.
"Thanks for having me." I said.
"No," The interviewer said with a grin on her face, "thank you."
What was she up to?
The day passed in a rush, and the only thing left to do was the filming.
"Places everyone!" the director yelled into a microphone.
I stepped onto my marking and got into character. Damon Salvatore, a 148 year old blood sucking Vampire.
"Aaaaaand action!" the director yelled.
I growled and angrily pushed everything on the table on the floor.
I screamed a scream of anger.
Then Nina/ Elena opened to door.
Tears were streaming down here face and here eyes were red.
"Damon how could you? I believed you, now," she yelled.
"Elena don't you get it? Stefan is gone for the second time and this time he sure isn't coming back!" I yelled back at her.
"Aaaaaand cut!" the director said, "good job you guys. We will film the rest of the scene tomorrow."
I opened the door at my house. Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket and picked up.
"Ian speaking," I said.
"Ian, it's Kevin. I'm sorry that I'm calling you at this hour, I just wanted to call you before you hear it form the press or something. Nina had a car accident, a bad one. She won't be able to work for a few weeks, so were cancelling all the filming and we'll wait for her to get better." Kevin said sounding concerned.
"What? I mean, is she going to be alright?"
"Yes. But she has to rest, and she can't film anything for the next weeks. So were going to have to stop filming. I have to go now, tell Paul. So the studio will call you later. And so will I."
And with that he hung up, it was like Kevin to hang up. He always did that.
Probably just not enough time.
There was a mess in my head, Nina, the show and Kayla.
I just couldn't clear my head.
I decided to take a shower and go to bed.
But I couldn't forget about Nina, and how she had her accident, Nina was one of my best friends. She was always there for me and I'm always gonna' be there for her.
Just imagining Nina in a car accident made me shiver.
And then there was Kayla.
I fell asleep just thinking about them. Maybe also thinking about my future.
KPOV (Kayla's point of view)
1 week later:
My job as a journalist at the UK Cosmopolitan was always my dream.
I only got the job three months ago, so I haven't really wrote a published an article yet.
I spent my days making and bringing coffee and tea to the assistant of the assistants.
Right now it's kinda' boring, but I know I will right an article one day. One day it will all be worth it.
"One coffee please, Kayla," a writer tells me.
"On my way already." I said, a little annoyed.
After work I tried to distract myself of thinking of him, but no matter what did, I just couldn't forget about him.
How Ian's eyes had stared into mine.
How he had smiled his perfect smile.
How his hair had shone in the light.
How his husky voice had sounded.
How he made me laugh.
How I had talked to him, like he was my best friend.
How when I talked to him, I could forget the world.
Inside my head there was a mental war about whether I should call him, or not:
JUST FUCKING CALL HIM!
WHAT IF HE'S A PSYCHO JUST WANTING TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS?
HE ISN'T. IAN'S A GENTELMAN.
YES, MAYBE HE IS, BUT HE'S FUCKING TEN YEARS OLDER THAN HIM. TEN YEARES.
AGE IS JUST A NUMBER. HE COULD BE THE ONE. THE MAN YOU WILL BE TOGETHER WITH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. THE ONE.
FINE, YOU WIN. CALL HIM.
Was I kidding? I was going to win either way.
Maybe I needed help, professional help.
But that didn't matter now.
Only Ian mattered.
Right now at least.
I got my phone and started to dial.
My hands were shaking.
As the phone rang, my heart was beating so hard, I decided to sit down on my crème colored sofa.
"Hello, Ian speaking.," Ian said, his soft, husky voice making me shiver.
"Ehhm… Hey it's Kayla, you know the girl from the bar. We met a week ago," I said hoping I didn't sound too nervous.
"Wow, Hi. I wasn't sure you would call me in the end."
"Yeah, I'm sorry I only called now. But I tried to figure out weather you are a psycho or not." I said regretting it as soon as I said it out loud.
"You're honest. So what's your result?" Ian asked.
"That you're a totally fine."
"Ohh. That's good. So will you go on a date with me?"
"Certainly."
"What about tonight?" he asked.
I thought for a while.
"I guess so."
"You guess?"
Ha ha.
"I'm sure."
"Okay then I'll pick you up. Seven alright?"
"Yep. That's okay."
I gave him my address and we talked again, over an hour.
He was so wonderful to talk to.
When we hung up I only had half an hour to get ready before Ian would come.
I showered and ran to my closet to choose an outfit.
How come we talked for an hour but never did we talk about where we were going.
In the end I decided to wear a knee long skirt and a cute shirt.
I put some makeup on and before I knew it, the doorbell rang.
I felt my heart beating in my chest.
I opened the door and there he was.
Ian.
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