Found You.

chapter 1

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I wonder how will people react to such situations in their life. Such situations where you and your roommate has only 7 hours to reach the airport and you can't find your phone charger.

Mehak is searching for her charger like she has all the time in the world. It's infuriating me.

Basically, everything since I got the email is infuriating me. If the the peanut butter is not spread on the edges of the bread – it's infuriates me. If my brush is not facing west – it's infuriates me. If Mehak doesn't talk to her boyfriend in a hushed way – it infuriates me.

Mehak keeps on laughing at my condition. But, she doesn't understand. No one does. No one can understand how important this is for me. And, I'm nervous, I'm scared, I'm panting, I'm panicking, I'm getting anxious.

"I can't do it," I huff, my heart is beating like this motherfucker is running a marathon.

"What?" Mehak looks at me over her shoulder.

"I don't think I can do this. I've interviewed small actors and actresses from web stories, advertisements, and short movies; people who run average businesses downtown, people who I can reach out and touch. People who are normal. Not this one. Not Mena fucking Massoud; what if I ask something wrong? What if I break something at his house? What if I offend him by any question? What if I make a bad impression? Oh God, Mehak, If I make a bad impression the very first day? He'll either dismiss me as in the contract -- there would be no 15 days interview, I'll get kicked out of the company.

"Or, if he shows kindness and let me interview him for the 15 days it'll be hella awkward. I can't do this. I'll ask Hudson to assign someone else I can't-"

"You do realise right it's 7 hours to the flight? It isn't possible to find someone else." Mehak interrupts me in the middle, "that too, you want to be an interviewer of big celebrities, or whatever that's called, right? If you back off right now, do you think you'll achieve that?" I hate that she's making sense.

"And Kia," I raise my eyes at her. "Didn't you have a crush on him for a long time? How many people can achieve that tell me, meeting their celebrity crushes? You are lucky as fuck. Millions of girls are dying to just get their request on joining his live accepted, and you're here meeting him, that too, daily for 15 fuckin' days. Don't tell no to this." I sigh; she goes back at searching for her charger.

Celebrity crush, huh? But that's what makes it harder. If not the hardest.

I open my gmail account, look at the email sent by his manager -- I suppose, 3 weeks ago, and stare at only one line. Just that line;

Mr. Massoud agreed on having this interview with you.

Basically, not much is written on the email except this and stressing on how busy his schedule is. I sigh again.

"Hey Kia, I've an idea." Mehak is having her charger wrapped in her hands now, "let's watch Aladdin!"

That makes me smile. All our stuff is packed, we are just doing some shit ass panicking -- not we, me -- Mehak is excited about LA.

I shrug, smiling.

*****

We're on the part where Jafar made the wish of being the most powerful Genie in the universe. I swear, Mena is undoubtedly the most perfect person for Aladdin. That smile is way too beautiful.

"Jafar was so intelligent, why did he go this dumb? He definately has that much of brain to know Genies are basically slaves." Mehak shoves some popcorn in her mouth.

"That's psychological. Aladdin pour some acid on his burning hand, he went nuts." Mehak hms.

As the moments pass, my mind seems to drift more towards the interview thing.

The motive behind such lengthy interviews is to know and let the world know how difficult a celebrity life is -- both struggling and big ones. Not much questions just observing.

Jafar takes the parrot with him as he's sucked inside the lamp.

While interviewing other celebrities, it's like 72 questions by Vogue, they'll keep doing what they do on that hour of the clock, just no scripts involved behind. Just truth.

Aladdin wishes to set Genie free, the cuffs break off Will's hands.

What does he do at 11 am? What if he showers at that time, I can't possibly follow him inside his washroom.

Genie wishes to marry Dahlia. They talk about having Lian and Omar; the genie answering all their questions in a fun and musical way.

What if during our session his girlfriend walks in? That'll make a bad situatio- wait, he's a girlfriend?

I google if he's a girlfriend. The king has announced to make Jasmine the next sultan.

As per Google; he's had a girlfriend named Sheila Norman, they've broken up about a year and half ago.

What if there's a girlfriend he hasn't mentioned in the media till now?

Aladdin sighs as walking away from the palace. 

If he has one he hasn't mentioned, I feel a bit upset and restless.

Jasmine stops him, he asks her rhetorically if he's in trouble. She tells him only because he got caught.

His eyes.

And, they kiss.

I hitch a breath.

"Never had a friend like me" ending song starts to play, Mehak says to recheck our suitcases, just in case.

Hey ! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, let me know your opinions on this in the comments please 😄

P.s this lip bite of him in the gif 😭💖 oh my poor heart.