Found You.

chapter 3

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"Stressing your eyes while at flight, knowing it'll give orgasms to your 24/7 headache -- big brain, Kia." Mehak's mocking tone brilliantly helps with the nerves tearing inside my head.

I remain silent; head feels like it'll burst any moment. Really need some place to crash on.

"Hey, how long will it take for us to reach your house?" I ask her, my face scrunched.

She hails a taxi, "an hour and 71 minutes." She smiles, innocently -- making me want to strangle her.

"Just great." I roll my ears, regret it almost during the process.

***
Today's one of the worst days for me, if the the worst. The cab she hailed had burnt tyre smell all over it. I don't know how I endured it. My headache doesn't seem to rest any soon.

I fucking endured 6 hours in this fucking car because of all days today there had to be a truck accident with 5 people dying (I don't know if it's an everyday thing, it's my first time at Los Angeles -- I mean the accidents! not the deaths, what the fuck!)

Anyways, after a lot of deadly hassle, we finally reach her farmhouse. With her boyfriend, Wes, standing at the door.

"Wes, do you have any aspirin?" I don't even regret that I sound bitchy. They know me for years now, habitual to all these.

"Yes, Queenie. Get a shower at least. It'll sooth alot, trust me." I nod as slowly as I can to not give my headache any more orgasms; also trying not to give any sarcastic remarks to the nickname he uses on me. I am wearing glasses for almost 17 years now still I can't get adapted with this shitty headache.

I turn to look at Mehak, "Mehak, please get my luggages. I need to crash or I'll faint." She gives me the peace sign, and Wes guides me to my room, supposedly my room.

***
"When do you have this interview?" Wes asks, stretching on my bed and yawning. I am laying flat on my stomach, head sideways towards him.

"Tomorrow, from 11 pm."

"You think you'll have enough of rest by then? Suggesting you should call in sick."

"No, I can't do that. It's my first day - my first big gig," I turn and lay on my back. "That'll put gain me wrong impression." Wes hums understandably.

"You've the questions ready?" As Wes asks, Mehak walks in and kisses him on the cheeks. She went in for shower after me, came back in literally 15 minutes. Wow, I take 2 hours. No matter how hard I try, I can never be done quicker.

"This is all about observing -- less questions more observing."

"Won't it get weird? I mean starring at him as he goes on with his day," Mehak asks.

"Nah, we make small conversations. Ask questions, we ask less but we do ask."

"What if in reality, he isn't that free?" Wes this time.

"Can't be, he is. He seems like an ambivert to me." I turn on my stomach again.

"Don't stress yourself too much, sweets. He's just another human. He is down to earth from what I've gathered. Don't take up so much stress, it's not good for you." Mehak strokes my hand soothingly. I sigh in response.

Fingers crossed.

Wes goes up to make us some thing to munch on. I and Mehak lay there on the bed for a while before Mehak starts.

"Hey, sorted any outfit to tomorrow?" She asks.

"Thinking I won't really go all professional. I mean I'll be, hopefully, working with him for 15 days. So of i start very extravagant and later on go on my regular -- that'll leave a bad impression. And no hills, with everything going on with my mental health due to this interview; I am putting a thousand bucks I'll trip and sprain my ankle right infront of him."

"Oh, wouldn't that be awesome. Very fifty shades'ie." She wiggles are eyebrows. Suggesting wrong things. I narrow my eyes at her.

"Don't feed me with lies, who wouldn't want to grope some hottie?" I cringe so hard to that. So hard. Ewh, such a bad use of words.

"Do you know how bad that sounds, Mehak? I'm there for work. He's someone I respect so much. I really just want to grow a friendship with him, that's all." And that's really all. Right now, I'm really excited to look at him at this personal level. Not to get personal with him.

"I was only joking, Ki. I know how serious and sincere you are. Was just trying to lighten some stress off of you."

"That was a wrong way of doing so, Mehak." I sound really harsh, I look at her. She's gone all silent. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way. I'm just, I don't know. Stressing?" I hold her hand, squeezing it a bit.

"Nah, I'm sorry too. That was a wrong lane I chose. I just really want you to play down a little, pal." She squeezes my hand back. I smile at her.

Wes calls us for dinner.

"Anyways, let's go and eat. Tell me about your attire for tomorrow now." She let's go of my hand, stands up stretching a bit.

"Have you spoken with his manager telling you got here-" my phone goes off, interrupting her.

"Will get that." I reach out for my phone that's laying on the nightstand.

The caller says: Mackenzie D'Amore.

I freeze.

It's Mena's PA.

What the fuck.

Did he cancel?

WHAT THE FUCK!

"Who's it?" I look at Mehak. Confusion shadowing her features.

"It's his PA." I even sound frozen, fuck. She looks perplexed, too.

"Can you please take it, Mehak? I can't answer the call. I'll have panic attacks before she even says it. I can't face it right now. Please take it. I beg, please." I'm literally sounding so pathetic. I hate feeling this. I never behaved like this ever. I'm a very strong and confident woman. I'm not this pathetic mush. I won't be surprised if I start crying now.

Mehak looks like she'll deny, but thinks against it. She sighs, takes the phone from my hand and answers it.

"It's Mehak, I'm Kia's friend."

Pause.

She looks at me, and looks away; D'Amore probably asked where I am.

"I'm sorry she's gone to run some errands. Do you have any message I can convey to her when she returns?"

Pause.

"Okay."

Pause.

"No I understand, Mr. Massoud's a busy man."

Pause.

My heart drops.

She doesn't look at me. Her face doesn't betray any emotions.

"Yes, we've reached LA just few hours ago."

Pause.

"Don't be sorry. I completely understand the situation."

Pause.

I can literally feel the energy draining off me. I feel so nauseous. Even breathing is getting harder time and time.

"Thanks for informing, Mrs. D'Amore. Appreciate it, have a nice time ahead." She pulls the phone away from her ears. Cuts the call. Looks apologetically at me.

That's it.

He cancelled.

I knew it.

I collapse on the bed. Tears streaming down my face, so painfully it feels as if they're dragging this son of a bitch heart of mine out with them.

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