That Person Would Be You

Chapter 9 - Lily

A/N: We reached 100 views! Which I know that in comparison to a lot of works in here is not much, but I feel incredibly proud of anyway. So thank you!!! 

I'll try to post another one either tonight or tomorrow, though I might not be able to publish anything else after that until Friday... 

I see him and I want to cry even though I know I can't. Andrew would freak and I have too much audience to cry in front of.

"What the fuck were you thinking not calling home for this long? Mum saw the news about a suicide bomber we didn't know about you. I was freaking out!" I tell him madly, trying not to yell seeing as I had enough attention on me as it were. I felt like some of these people were just watching me like a reality show by now.

"Look I'm sorry. I dropped my phone from the balcony accidentally and, on a completely unrelated accident, the internet stopped working, because... you know explosion. It was just really shitty timing for everything to happen at the same time."

"This is not happening again! I want James' number so if you don't answer I'll call him. He is alright isn't he?"

"He's great! I think he'll probably show up in a while because I said I was calling you and that usually makes him materialize out of thin air." My brother said, joking, trying to lighten the mood. 

"Look," the guy whose arm I was still holding, oh shit poor guy, started. "I still think you should sit down. A girl went to get you a glass of water with sugar so that might help."

"Who's that?" My brother asked hearing the guy. I decide to ignore him. I walk with the guy to the bench and finally let go of his arm.

"Thank you, for everything. I'm feeling better already, so you can go. But thank you very much."

"Ok, just drink this glass of water." He said as he grabbed the glass a girl passed him and giving it to me. "I hope you're okay."

"I am! Thank you!"

"Lily, hello!" I heard James voice coming from the phone and looked back at it.

"Hey!" I smiled at him.

"Who was the guy that was holding your arm?" Drew said, I really need to start paying more attention to what I film.

"What guy?" James asked with a sad, puppy look on his face.

"It was no one. Let me just go back to my room so I can have some privacy." I said seeing as some of the people were still kind of staring at me. I stood up but quickly regretted it and sat back down, everything was turning. "Now that I think about it, here is fine," I say and quickly grab the glass with water and sugar in it, drinking it quickly to see if I got better.

"Lily, what is happening? Who was that guy? Why was he holding your arm? Why did he give you that glass of water? And why did you just sat back down so quickly."

"I fainted, ok? it's no big deal. He just caught me before I actually hit the ground. Nice guy. Romantic comedy, sort of material we are working with her--" I say quickly, leaning against the wall. Trying to tell a joke without letting them notice that at the moment the whole corridor was spinning. 

"What?! No! Not okay. Christ, you... you're a mess." Drew said.

"Thanks, mate." I deadpanned. "You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty!"

"Why did you faint? When was the last time you ate?" He asked concerned.

"Well, I tried eating breakfast just an hour ago, but someone sat next to me with a plate of beans and I thought I might puke... Plus it might just be because I haven't been sleeping." I say in a whisper.

"You haven't been sleeping? What do you mean?" He asked concerned.

"I mean for the past week and a half I have slept about 2 hours a night and I don't think I ate anything in the last 72 hours and I can't think. I'm a mess my mind's a mess and I can't shut it down." I say tiredly and trying not to sound too panicky. Because, let me be honest, at this point I was panicky. "Just get off my case, ok? I'll get better now."I can see him almost starting to scream, but at last minute he takes a deep breath. Good. If he shouted it would just get me even more attention, and I had enough audience as I confessed all that was wrong with me already. Not to mention that if he yelled, I yelled and from there on it would just go downhill very fast.

"What do you mean you can't shut it down?" He asks calmly but constrained.

"I don't know. I can't stop thinking about the things I read, it's like I close my eyes and I am still studying, still reading. I don't know. It's nothing, it's just a bit tiring."

"Fuck, Lils, you need to calm down."

"I just said I tried to close my eyes for a couple of minutes," I argued. "I'm gonna go for a meal after this, I can't concentrate anyway, there is not much point in going to that class like this."

"Should you maybe go home for a couple of days?"

"I'm fine! I'll get better!" I snapped. "Can we just drop it already?!"

"Fine, fine." He said holding up his two hands.

"You look thinner," I said trying to change the subject. "Have you been eating?"

"So do you." He said and I looked at him angrily, if he didn't back off I'd just hang up. "The food here is a bit shit." He explained.

"Don't tell that to mum or she'll show up in the middle of Somalia with a bag full of homemade food." I joked.

"Yeah, maybe I'll do just that." He chuckled. "Don't forget to send a picture of what you're eating so I can drool a bit."

"If it's as good looking as that first hamburger I think I'll just end up having dreams about it," James said. Of course, he was there to see my almost-nervous breakdown. 

"Fine, but I know what you're doing," I said knowing he just wanted a picture of the food to make sure I ate. "Look, I'm feeling better now I'm gonna go eat something. Text me what I asked you!" I tell Drew, so he wouldn't forget to send me James' number.

"Sure. Bye. I don't hate you." He said.

"Goodbye, I don't hate you either." I said. "Bye James, I'm sorry we didn't really talk."

"Just focus on taking care of yourself and I'll forgive you." He joked... I think it was a joke. "Goodbye." I smiled and waved before disconnecting.

I tried seating back and just resting but as soon as I closed my eyes I could picture vividly something I read about feminist theories of power.

"Fuck!" I said covering my eyes with my hands as if that would help. Pressure on my eyes. It didn't help. I finished the cup of water with sugar and stood up to feeling less dizzy and heading to the nearest cafeteria.