If It's Meant to Be, It Will Be.

Chapter 5

Sneeze. Cough.

Sneeze. Cough.

I growled in the most unlady like way as I slam my hands on the table. I won't be able to finish anything with this stupid cold I have.

I wrapped the blankets tighter around me as I checked the articles made by the editors. Since I was sick, I insisted I work at home.

One thing I didn't touch today that was work-related though was my phone.

I was in no mood to talk to anyone right now since I sneeze and cough every few seconds.

This coughing and sneezing started when I got home last night from the party. I think I had too much champagne and wine, and too much dancing and talking and just basically moving around. Oh and it's probably the drizzling in the garden's fault as well. I felt so giddy I pulled Alexander to the garden where lights where set up.

I told him I wanted to dance there and since I had too much champagne/wine, he couldn't say no because he knew I'd probably drink more if I didn't dance.

"It's drizzling we better go inside." He says as he looks up in the sky.

I shook my head and kept dancing, "No, look, the others don't care if it's drizzling, they actually look like they're enjoying!" I say as I gesture towards the people who decided to join us.

I wonder how those people who joined us were doing after I invited them to join us. And I wonder how Alexander is doing.

It's so my fault if the people who joined us last night got sick.

I layed on the couch as I massaged my temples. My headache wasn't helping. I needed sleep but every time I try too I just couldn't, sneezing and coughing would ruin it.

I was drifting off to sleep, no coughs or sneezes about to come which brought a smile to my face.

But suddenly the doorbell rang.

I just ignored it then focused on falling back to sleep. It was coming again, but the damn doorbell kept ringing, this time, continously.

"Go away!" I yell at the door as I threw a pillow on the door, which was unsuccesful since the couch was quite far from the door.

The ringing stopped but then the knob started to move. I quickly pulled my blanket above my head, as if it would save me from whoever it was opening my door.

I heard the door click which meant it was open, the slowly creaking sound echoing in the area of my place.

What if it was a burglar? Or a killer who's looking for me? Or worse, what if that was one of those crazy rejected lovers / suitors of mine?

I felt someone's presence in front of me, probably because of me shaking in fear and the chills I felt for being sick.

I was going to die.

I screamed as loud as I could despite my state when the covers were pulled off me. I covered my face with my hands and started kicking.

"Help! Somebody!" My feet hit a part of the person in front of me which made him groan in pain. I took a peek and saw him clutching his crotch, groaning as he did so.

"Mia, what the hell?" The familiar voice hisses, sitting beside me as he bowed down in pain.

"Oh my God, Alexander" I shot up as soon as it registered who it was.

"Are you okay, oh my god I am so sorry I thought you were a murderer or one of those crazy rejected lovers of mine!" I panicked as his face was turning redder.