Found You.

chapter 2

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"I'm goin' to crab some Cheetos." Mehak walks pass me, intentionally shimmying her ass right in front of my face.

We checked-in about half an hour ago, but due to some bad weather the flight has been delayed.

"1 bag for me too," I yell it to her, making few annoyed heads turn to my side.

Fuck, I face palm with one hand, and groan. Pretty loud. Now, my other hand is on my face too -- making my phone, planner and pens splatter on the ground.

Perfect! Bravo!

I hear people clicking their tongues in annoyance, hear Mehak giggling. I utter generous amount of futile apologise, and after picking my materials up in a frantic way, go back at my position. This time flustered.

"This is not happening I'm panicking too much- AH!" Mehak had to throw the chip bag right on my face making a fool out of me again, her boyfriend would've cut off her clit otherwise. Sure thing. "What the fuck, Mehak?"

"Stop panicking, Ki. It's just an interview." She opens her chip bag.

"It's not just some interview!"

"Geez, calm down. You've given people enough a reason to think you've gotten few screws loose. Now don't put a stamp," she says this as she clutches both her ears. I don't even want to look around to see how many heads are turned this time.

"Oh god, this is not happening." I face palm. No splattered things this time. Progress.

"Kia, look, it's just an interview, alright?"

"I don't know what's happening. I've never ever been this unraveled. Can you even imagine the condition I'll be at once I see him in person if being miles away from him is doing this to me?"

"Maybe he's not anymore handsome. Maybe he's a hairless man with pregnant bear belly-" I open my phone – search his name – show one of his latest pictures to her. "Oh, okay."

"He's more handsome then he ever was. This man's beauty just increases." With the tone I'm using, I don't know if I'm happy that he's handsome or sad that he's handsome.

"Maybe he's a bad attitude; yes, a handsome face with a trashy attitude." I look at her, exasperated, then face palm, again.

"I never ever lost my composure. Never even when Mrs. Bhatt took viva exams. Never even when my mother caught me smoking. Never even when my nudes got leaked. Never even when I over-pluck my eyebrows. Never. I fuckin' never lose composure. I control my emotions, anxiety just fuckin' fine.

"Why this, then? Oh god, why this. I don't know what I want to do. Cry? Yell? Go hysterical? I don't fuckin' know," I sound so pathetic to my own years. Fuck.

"Are you not happy about this interview?" That made me peel my face off my hands, and look at her. "Are you not happy about seeing your childhood crush? Spend half a month with him? Why are you behaving like you're meeting your ex who cheated on you?" I look at her, like the fool I've being known for, with no answers to give. I've seriously nothing to say to her.

"Why not try being more grateful about the opportunity no one has ever gotten in the history of opportunities? I will never be able to meet Harry Styles. Never. Even if I go to Himalayas, become a saint, shave my head, and meditate my entire life. still I won't be able to meet him, make him aware of my existence." I look at the horizon. She's right. "Now, eat the chip. It'll be fine." I do as directed.

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It's 10 pm, our flight was supposed to be here by 8. Exactly after two hours later, it arrived. Exactly after 2 hours of me being lectured by Mehak. Exactly after 2 hours of airport staffs asking if I needed help because I was having panic attacks, almost. Almost.

We both get to our seats. Mehak puts on the oxygen mask, I pull off the window covering up and look at the plane take off. I suddenly feel very tired.

"Mehak."

"Mmm-hmm?"

"If you were in my place what would you've done?" The plane starts to take off. I love-hate the feeling.

"Sleep," she says this in a clipped tone, and seriously, dozes off.

I turn in her direction seeing her deep in slumber. What the fuck? I was here trying to be deep!

Maybe, I went beyond the margin a bit.

I rest my head on the headrest; the plane taking off in the air always give me considerable share of headache.

I pull my laptop out; as bad decision as it is for my myopia when at flights. I still do it. I open YouTube, search for his interviews. From the oldest to the latest. Play one -- from the oldest. The interview goes so smoothly, definitely the interviewer woman haven't had any panic attacks before this started.

"The interviewers are so confident," I mumble to myself.

The woman asking the questions look so confident. He's answering them with so much energy.

I wonder what happened in the backstage. Behind the scenes. Before Mena entered the set. Were the women nervous, wrecked, came undone, lost composure, had panic attacks?

Probably not, they have had interviewed so many other celebs.

But, doesn't that mean they're all experienced? Were they scared as fuck when their first big celeb gig came up?

I continued watching the interview; Mena talks about his vegan lifestyle.

How many times has he been asked this question? Must be so annoying, definately not asking that.

Then comes the ever constant. Aladdin. No doubt, it was and is the best. Still, been asked about it so many times...

My work is to observe, however. For 15 days, less questions, more observing. Wouldn't it be awkward? What questions may I ask when I do?

Not personal questions, I'll never do them. No one wants their privacy to be shredded.

"Ma'am, do you need something?" A beautiful air-hostess asks.

"Yes; peanut chicken sandwich and Sprite, maybe?" I answer with a smile. The woman smiles back at me, looking stunning in her blood red lipstick. She walks, swaying her hips as if it's nothing to walk on airplanes in the air, with sky-high heels, as if it's her ramp. I'll probably topple 14 times over to reach the end of the aisle. But these women, these women are confident -- confident and experienced, they know they wouldn't fail.

So confident.

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

P.s I'll prolly die right on spot if I ever get such opportunity 😳