Chapter 10 ― Mila

“Here, take this,” Moni told me handing me the mug with hot, sweet and perfect tea. Oh how she knew me. I was trying to write, and by trying I meant typing three words and deleting five because I was so fucking insecure at writing, and tea always helped me to focus a bit more. I only needed tea, cigarettes and Moni threating at me with objects if I deleted something.

I wrote Harry Potter fan fictions during my spare time and it took me a couple of years to overcome my fears and publish online. I have my readers, I have my friends and I loved to read all the reviews they left for me on each chapter. It was always rewarding to read their words and it helped me a lot with my insecurities, but despite that, it was still hard for me to like what I wrote.

“Thanks,” I mumbled taking the mug and focusing on the screen of my macbook again. The cursor was there, flashing and pressuring me to write. I only had two paragraphs and I’d been writing like for an hour. Yeah, I was a slow writer.

“How are you doing?” She asked taking a seat next to me in my chair. She had her own mug with black tea in her hands. Her eyes examined the page and the two lame paragraphs I had written, her expression very careful and serious.

Moni was the only one I trusted enough to see my drafts and to give me an honest opinion about what I did. She would tell me all the mistakes I made and if what I wrote was rubbish or not. If it was, she would help me to write something better.

“I’m stuck. I swear I can’t write. I have everything here in my mind but I can’t put it into words!” I cried out so exasperated for the whole situation. I had been looking at the screen for twenty minutes already.

“First off, relax. You can write this and so far is great, though I feel like you are not connecting with Draco like you normally do. Maybe you need to go out, you know? Take a break or something,” she suggested and I just sighed as I took a sip of my tea.

“I already smoke two cigarettes. I don’t know what’s keeping me from writing,” I mused still looking at the damn cursor. “I should quit on writing and Uni and go and live under a bridge. Yes, that’s a good idea. I’m gonna do that— Oi! That hurts,” I cried out.

“That’s for saying stupid shit. I will burn down any bridge you choose. You won’t quit writing nor Uni. Got it? Now, we have to do something about this.” I looked at her with my poker face. I couldn’t think of anything, which was why I couldn’t write. My mind was blank, like all the little Milas in there had gone on strike and refused to work for me.

“Okay, let’s talk this out. Where do you want to go with the story?” Moni asked. She did the same every time I was suck with one of my stories. She just kept asking question, making me excited for the things to come and that normally worked. Not that day.

“I know where I want to go, I know what I want to write but I just can’t!” I blurted out. Frustration was eating me alive.

She just looked at me for a couple of seconds then turned to face my laptop and just closed it. “Okay, if this isn’t working, then we have to do something else. I vote for watching a DVD of certain band that we both love that starts with ‘M’ and ends with ‘cFly’,” she stated and I chuckled knowing how much Moni loved the McFly DVD. I couldn’t remember how many times we had watched that, I lost track after a hundred.

“I don’t wanna do that,” I complained and she looked at me with a shocked expression, like I just had said a blasphemy. In her world, in fact it was. “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood for anything.”

“Could that be because you miss you new friend Zayn?” She asked waggling her eyebrows and I almost choked on my tea. Moni laughed out loud at my reaction and she was about to fall from the chair. That would have been fair.

“Of course no! What the fuck are you saying?” I snapped at her glaring daggers in her direction. She just laughed. More.

“Oh, come on. You get all moody when we listen to a song of One Direction and it’s obvious because you couldn’t hang out with them the last weeks,” she teased me whilst elbowing me in the ribs.

“Shut up!” I yelled.

It had been almost three weeks since I officially met them and Alex and Harry had asked me to hang out with them many times, but we were in mid-terms and I had many things to do. Even if I wanted, I couldn’t go and forget about my responsibilities. My career was first. Always. And maybe all the stress for Uni and the fact that I couldn’t go out with friends added to my bad humour and writer’s block, I didn’t miss Zayn. Why would I miss a boy that didn’t see the real me? Why would I miss a boy that only saw the reflection of another person? Why would I miss a boy that was in love with one of my friends? Why? The fact that I had him stuck in my head didn’t mean I missed him.

Alex wasn’t my best friend, but we were pretty close. We got that close when she broke up with Niall after she came back from the tour they went on together, and we kept hanging out after they got back together. I could guess it was because she needed someone who didn’t know Niall during that hard time she went through, someone who could help her to forget about that a bit and I was that person. We did many things that brought us together and though I loved her so much, I didn’t like to be compared to her. I didn’t like to be compared to anyone. I was my own self.

And talking about the Devil, my phone rang with that annoying sound like a bird and I glared at Moni murderously. I was damn tired of that sound but, for some stupid and incomprehensible reason, she loved it and changed it all the time. She just giggled and kissed my cheek.

I took my phone and saw I had two new iMessages. Thank God for that service, otherwise I would ran out of messages on the second day of each month. It was incredible the amount of crap we could send to each other with Moni and now with Harry. That boy was addicted to send me pictures all the time, about everything. Why was he so hipster?

I’m gonna miss u!!!! —Harreh (my favourite one)

That was one of the messages and I didn’t understand why he was going to miss me. I thought he always missed me. That was what he always told me.

How is that chapter going on? Phebs says you better hurry up —Alex

Phebs, the only one I still didn’t officially meet, was one of my readers according to what Alex had told me and if she was the same Phoebe I thought, I loved her comments and her face that I still didn’t know.

I replied to both of them, to Alex saying that I was in a writer’s block and that Phebs should be patient and to Harry asking why he was going to miss me. Soon I got a sad face as an answer from Alex and an explanation from Harry.

‘Cos we’re going to America for a couple of weeks and I wanted to see u! Will u come to say gb to us at the airport? —Harreh (my favourite one)

So they were leaving. I knew I wasn’t going to see them probably in a long time, but for some reason I felt slightly disappointed and a tad bit sad. That I couldn’t see them because I was busy was one thing, but that I couldn’t see them because they weren’t in the country was very different.

I haven’t seen them, yes, but I talked to them quite a lot. Mostly Harry and Liam —he was such a sweet boy, he brought up my nice side—, but I grew to like them all as a group and I was into their music more than before. Since I knew them, it felt completely different to listen to songs such as What Makes You Beautiful or One Thing. With Moni we used to listen to their album when cleaning the flat or doing other stuff. It always pumped us up.

I replied asking for when they were leaving and how could I manage to say goodbye. Moni was reading my texts and asked me to tell Harry she sent him love, too.

Tell her to come with u too!  And u could go with Alex —Harreh (My favourite one)

I replied to him that I was going to talk to Alex and then I just dialled her number. Moni was looking at me all the time with a weird expression that I didn’t bother to try to decipher, I just focused on the calling tone and waited until my friend would pick up.

“Milaaaaaaa!” Alex said over the phone in a sing-sang voice. “Phebs is screaming here saying that she will die if you don’t get over your block soon. She’s literally on the bed crying against the pillow,” she told me and I giggled. Maybe it was my fault, I left the last chapter with such a terrible cliff-hanger. Moni told me I was being mean but, well, I liked to be mean sometimes. I liked to make Loki proud.

“Tell her I’m sorry and that we’re working here for her,” was my reply and I heard my friend laughing. “Hey, Alex, I was calling you for another reason. You see, Harry told me they are leaving for a couple of weeks.”

“Yes, they’ll be back before winter’s break,” she added and I smiled. It wasn’t for too long after all. Almost a month and for some reason, that put me in a better mood.

“Well, Harry asked us to go to say goodbye at the airport and told me that I should go with you,” I told her and waited for her answer.

“Oh, yeah! I know Paul and all the other security members. They like me a lot ‘cos I give them chocolate,” Alex spoke and I laughed to myself. I could see her bribing all the security guys so they would like her better. “They won’t make any fuss if I’m with you two. I’m glad Moni is coming, too!”

Moni overheard that and smiled then mouthed: ‘everyone loves me!’ I just giggled as I poked her in her side and as she was so ticklish, she screamed and fell to the floor. Mission accomplished. “What was that?” Alex asked from the other side of the end.

“Moni falling to the floor,” I replied calmly. It was incredible how many times my friend ended on the floor. “She’ll be fine, she’s used to that. So, what time should we be at your home to go to the airport?” I asked before Moni would get up and seek for revenge.

“Oh, just tomorrow at midnight. They are leaving pretty late so no many fans would be at the airport and things can be smoother. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure. We’re used to go to bed almost at three every day and tomorrow is Friday so it will be fine. See ya tomorrow, then,” I said and waited for her goodbye before hanging up.

Moni was sat on the floor, legs crossed and looking at me with an evil grin. I frowned a bit, waiting for her pay back or any move against me. I couldn’t do anything to her without getting something back. “Are you conscious you’re gonna see your dear Zayn tomorrow?”

I froze. For a moment I forgot that with Harry it was going to be Zayn and I didn’t know how to feel about it. I still was mad at him for not seeing me, but at the same time I kind of wanted to see him.

“Shut up! Why do you always tease me with him?” I complained.

“Because of reasons. I will download cheesy music to play out loud when you two say goodbye to each other. It’s gonna be such an emotional moment! Maybe I’ll need tissues or—” I cut her off by throwing at her the first thing I was at my reach: my box of tissues. “Oi! Wait…. Thanks, I’m gonna use these tomorrow.” I groaned as she just laughed at me. My best friend was such a bully sometimes.

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