Kismet

Chapter 8- The Storm

"So you hate me don't you...?" he questioned with an impudent grin on his face.

"N...oo...oo!" she stuttered, "actually I don't hate anyone, it's just a dislike maybe a disgust... it's unexplainable! I felt a celebrity whom does not even have a reputation and discipline does not deserve my like," said Melissa.

Justin was eager to know why and whether she really is not one of his fans or not. He got to know that she was one and she was dejected because of his controversial behaviours.

"You know what, whenever you feel to do something bad- just close your eyes and listen to your heart and if is silent close your eyes again and imagine your loving parents and you'll definitely do the right thing."

It was her deep notion that she revealed relevantly and he agreed by heart a yes. All of a sudden, "Baby... Baby... Baby... Ohh..." sounded loudly. Justin gave a cold stare at Melissa with the expression of what is it.

She quickly turned off the alarm of her phone.

Justin laughed for her uncomfortable reaction. "Does that mean you still dislike me?" Melissa gave a sulky expression, "Ahh... It was my mom- she likes your songs!" she said, although truly it was her who has set that song as her alarm tone.

"And you know what, because I dislike this song a lot I wake up instantly as soon as I hear it!"

Now Justin was made depressed for her irritating response.

"Well at least your mother has a sweet taste unlike your bitter taste!" said Justin, slamming his fist to the ground- moving on. Melissa found his baby reaction humiliating, she only wanted to irritate him.

She did not moved in to the tent, but remained there with her earphones on listening to some music while writing some notes.

It was almost 1 am and the cold wind blew around them- freezing her most since she is not used to the new climatic changes. The wind transformed in to a light storm. "It's getting cold, come on let's go in," Justin put forward the idea. Melissa sullied, "no, you go ahead. It's better here for me..." Justin disagreed, "are you kidding me? This wind is so harsh, it can almost kill you- just look at you, almost freezing!"

Melissa disagreed back. "You will be killed for the storm!" Yelled Justin.

"So, what! Why do you care... This storm is better than the storm gonna happen inside!" Justin was less happy with the fact she meant. He rushed in, murmuring, "I've never seen an arrogant girl like this before!" She did not wanted to share the same tent with him.

Due to the colder, she felt unconscious, though managed to stay awake. After few hours, she became weak and totally unconscious for the coldness. Justin walked over to her, and carried her inside. Her eyes were barely open, she mumbled: "Don't touch me..." Though he remained silent. He laid her inside. And looked at her.

He stared at her radiant porcelain-like cheeks; he could not see her mystique dazzling honey brown eyes as her eyelids were closed, her hair was rich in ebony- it flowed in waves over her face to adorn her beauty and he moved it away lightly with his trembling fingers.

Her straight nose breathed slowly and her cherry lips remained silent. Justin was incredulous that he is right next to a beautiful creation as it is the time he looked at her straight from his heart; it seemed to be a herald. She was still unconscious, getting colder and colder. He wrapped a blanket around her to insulate her body.

If he did not met her he would have probably spent the rest of his day partying-out wildly, guzzling bottles of champagne simply squandering around. Yet this day changed it all, just by one meeting everything changed. And it was his first birthday inducing tranquillity along with heart-lifting giddiness and angst.

He felt pretty bit sleepy, until he saw her mobile was outside on the position she used to be seated; Justin picked it up and notoriously began to surf inside the phone seating down again.

Firstly, he referred to her gallery and found a vast number of selfies of her, her family and many more.

"Selfie queen!"

There were lots of natural photos pictured by her of the nature. And then he clicked to the music folder in which surprisingly found half of his own songs in it.

"What!" he was surprised.

He was confounded that she is still listening to his songs and felt naively happy. He wondered whether she is faking him, but realized later that it is himself that she disliked not his songs. And the other half of the songs was mostly Korean songs. He glared at the photos of her, he found her secret playfulness in them. He paused scrolling down and stared glued to one photo. She was perfect as a princess in it with pouting her rosy lips and eyes bigger.

He blue-toothed the particular photo to his phone. And started scrolling down again, stopped after viewing two more photos.

"Who is this!" he exclaimed doubtfully with his face turned red as a chilly.

It was a picture of a Korean guy and there were few more pictures of him and Austin Mahone's. Justin wanted to put the phone aside as he felt a slight envy, but referred to the last photo too. The final photo was photo of him when he was 16 years old. He remained in a fabulous mood after seeing that and decidedly clicked the contacts with the curiosity of finding her number. Although he had her mother's number, he wanted her number as well. Mission success!

He spent the time diving in to her phone and with the lack of her permission, laughing, staring and listening enthusiastically. How juvenile is that supposed to be! What if the owner of the mobile storms towards him? His great mood lasts only until a rumbling thunder was heard symbolizing a huge rain is coming ahead... "Oh... God!" And then he looked at Melissa again.

There was no sign of her getting awakened. He leaned forward, she still breaths, but no movement. Her blood has to be boiled to make her wake again, to bring back her consciousness. Thus, he leaned forward towards her...