By his side

Chapter :9

Mia's P.O.V :

My eyes fluttered open but instantly closed as the sunlight shone directly in my eyes trying to turn me blind.

I tried to ignore the pounding in my head as I attempted to open my eyes again. Eventually, they adjusted to the light and I looked around to see that ..that I was not in my room.

That really got me panicked until I realized I was in my living room on the couch. God, I do overreact sometimes.

Anyways, How did I end up here?

"Ugh, my head," I mumbled putting my head in my hands.

"Here, take this. It will help you with your hangover." A very familiar voice said. That voice belonged to none other than Eva, who stood beside the couch with Advil in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Such a lifesaver.

"Ahh, thank you," I said as I took Advil from her and gulped it down.

"How did I end up like this and why am I on the couch? Where are others?" I asked her as she sat in front of me on the chair.

Before she could tell me anything, her phone started ringing. She picked up the call and went into the kitchen. I really don't know why she had to go all the way to the kitchen. Maybe her secret Romeo must be calling her and maybe wanted to talk nasty?! Hmff... Ugh stop thinking about such stupid stuff Mia.

I tried to think about what happened last night and all I remembered was that I left to find the washroom and everything getting blurred.

Ugh...

I closed my eyes again and tried to think harder.

"Someone picked me up, brown hair – angel..." I opened my eyes as soon as I remembered the word angel.

Only one person called me angel till now and that was him....

I recalled the whole conversation that happened with him two days back at 1:00 in the morning because that was the time I finished my assignment.

Mr. Artist: Hey there, You up?

I was surprised to see his message that late but I was happy that I was getting to talk to him so I'm not complaining.

ME: Heya, Yes I am. Also, why are you up at this hour?

Mr. Artist: I just finished all of the stuff I have to submit tomorrow.

Me: Oh really? Well, I just finished my assignments as well.

Mr. Artist: Ohh. Anyways, how was your day, Mia?

Me: It was fine and what about yours Mr. Artist?

Calling him Mr. Artist felt so weird. Well, I don't know his name so I have no option left but call him Mr. Artist. But calling him that feels weird and well just weird.

Mr. Artist: It was okayish, but now that I am able to talk to you so I'd say it's good or ending on a good note.

I did not blush at all after reading that sentence. In fact, I rolled my eyes at the sentence and laughed. It was a very typical sentence plus very cheesy. You get to read that sentence in almost all cliché romance novels

Me: If you trying to flirt over texts, lemme tell you it's not working dummy. That line is too cheesy and old ;)