Hi everyone ! First of all, when I started this story I thought the judges wouldn't change for this year's season, so please note that this story mostly takes place in the end of 2018 (the shooting of the show) and also 2019. And I want to state that I don't know much about the Voice's rules, so I'm going to write it in my own way, so how I imagine the show's structure. Hope you all will like it :) And again, so sorry for disappearing.

God. I feel terrible. Why the hell did I have to drink that much ? Ahh, too many bad decisions.
I slowly opened my eyes, waiting to be greeted by Mika's deep, gorgeous brown ones. Except they weren't there. I was alone in my bed, covered by my huge blanket. I slowly looked at myself, seeing I only had a bra on.
Mika was sitting at my piano, his face buried in his hands, looking exhausted. He still didn't have a shirt on, the sun was shining on his messy brown locks.
"What's wrong ?" I asked softly, afraid of the answer already.
I knew it shouldn't have happened between us. I just simply knew. It was wrong, it was totally not meant to be. Yet somehow all I could think about were his soft lips on mine. The way his hands felt against my skin. The way he whispered my name.
"I'm sorry", he said with his voice full of pain and sadness.
"Don't be, I—
"No, V. I couldn't control myself. I'm such a mess. It shouldn't have happened", he shook his head standing up from the small chair to stretch his muscles a bit.
God, I hate him for always being right.
"Listen, I kissed you first, that makes it my fault."
"No, it takes two people to kiss", he suddenly smiled, sitting down on the edge of my bed, casually paying attention to every move I made.
"Who said I want you to control yourself ?", God I shouldn't have said this, fuck.
"I did. Last night was a huge mistake", he shook his head, trying to smile, but I could see through him.
His eyes were sad, they weren't smiling. You know a few days ago I never would have imagined I would be in a situation like this. Me kissing Mika. Mika and me. Let alone the thought of this was absolutely hilarious, and the fact that it happened...
"It was a mistake, I agree." I said quietly, sitting up to move a bit closer to him.
"Is it bad that I don't regret a single moment from it ?" Mika asked suddenly, turning his head to look me in the eyes.
"I feel the same."
"We need to be more careful." he said with a bitter smile, moving one of his hands to gently push my hair away from my face.
"Then you shouldn't touch me like this", I chuckled, trying to cover my body with my hands.
Mika smiled again, handing me his shirt in the process. I quickly put it on, of course it was too big for me. God, why did it have to be so natural between us ? I felt so comfortable with him. Most importantly he brought out a part of me that I never even knew existed. During these few days he truly became a special person in my life. I just didn't want to lose him. No matter what, I would do anything to keep him close.

"Via, are you home darling ?"
"Shit", I mouthed to Mika, he was laughing already, the situation was so absurd that he simply couldn't help himself.
"Yes, uhm... I was just having a nice evening in a restaurant nearby and I thought I would come and stay the night", I shouted back with a sore throat, the whiskey really did the job.
I looked at Mika, he was standing very, very casually in the middle of my room. Still, I repeat, still without a shirt, he shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, unable to form a normal sentence, because he was holding back the laughter that was threatening to come out.
"Don't", I whispered, that calmed him down a bit.
"What should I do ?" he smiled, ruffling his hair.
"Stay here, I'm going to take care of this."

I slowly walked to my door, careful not to make too much noise. I casually walked downstairs, waiting to be greeted by my mother. God, I just hope she calmed down, she had time to process this whole thing.
"Hey, mum", I greeted her with an honest smile, sitting down at our small table.
She already made coffee for me, I was very grateful for that. I just had to remind myself to make an other one for Mika as well. Mum wouldn't notice, my addiction to coffee knows no boundaries.
"I'm sorry", she rushed to hug me, but she suddenly stopped, looking at me with a confused look.
"Don't be", I blurted out, equally confused.
"What are you wearing ?"
"I bought this yesterday", I said immediately, mentally punching myself for forgetting to change into something more appropriate.
"It smells different, though", she said as she hugged me, holding on to me tightly.

I knew she didn't mean to hurt me. Adam destroyed everything back in the days. Even my mother has trust issues because of him. That son of a bitch tried to force himself on me and now my mother thinks every other guy is like that. She needs time to recover, it hasn't been easy for her either.

"So, when is your first lesson ?" She asked, it seemed like finally she made some peace with the thought of me being coached by Mika.
"Actually, I think it might be tomorrow. I haven't gotten a call yet."
"I'm so proud of you darling." She hugged me again, ruffling my hair a bit.
"Thanks, mum. I'm so happy that you are okay with this. I'm going to make myself one more coffee, though."
I quickly stood up to turn on the kettle, all I could think about was how should I leave our house with Mika still in my bedroom. Guess he will have to climb out through the window again.
"What's that on your neck, Via ?" She was looking at me suspiciously.
I slowly glanced down at the said body part, blushing immediately when I noticed the angry red marks on my skin. Holy fuck. Not awkward at all.
"Nothing—
"Guess the party went well after all", she said with a small chuckle.
"To be honest, no. It didn't go well", I said quietly, quickly grabbing the cup of fresh coffee.
"Doesn't seem like it", she chuckled again, turning back to the newspaper she was reading before.
This was a signal for me to leave, so I climbed the stairs and locked the door to my bedroom behind me.

I handed the cup to Mika, who thanked it with a grateful smile. He sat down on my bed, slowly tasting the hot drink.
"Thanks for these by the way", I showed him my neck and my collarbone, blushing when I felt his soft touch on the angry marks.
"I'm so sorry. Does it hurt ?" He asked with a shy smile.
"No, of course not."
I looked at my piano and thought of sitting down and playing something. I have never been in a situation like this before, ever in my life. Mika was silently sipping his coffee, but I could feel how his eyes were fixed on every careful move I made. I grabbed a black turtleneck and some high wasted white jeans from my wardrobe, then I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I slowly brushed my hair into a comfortable ponytail, while trying to make myself look presentable. When I left the bathroom Mika was still holding the small cup, gazing in the distance, lost in his thoughts. I took a seat on the small chair at my piano, then brushed my fingers on the beautiful white keys. I smiled to myself, thinking about the song I was about to play.
I hit the opening chord for John Lennon's Imagine, tears forming in my eyes in the second I started playing the song. That man meant everything, even more to me, and playing his songs always brought me into a very emotional state. I continued with the next chord, fighting the tears. Soon I got to the verse, so I started singing the first few lines, letting my emotions flow through my voice. I played the whole song, actually I was very suprised how my mum didn't come in and listen, that's what she always did when I was busy with my music. Mika was listening silently, altough I could still feel his curious gaze on my back. I slowly finished the song, taking a deep breath when I finally hit the last key.
Neither of us had the guts to say anything, I was looking at my hands which were carefully placed on my lap. Mika however was still paying attention to me, genuinely interested in even the tiniest breath I took.
"Wow", he said after a while.
"That bad, huh ?" I joked, finally looking into his eyes.
"Via, that was beautiful. Heartbreaking, but beautiful", he said softly, turning his head to look at one of the posters of John that was hanging on my wall.
"Thank you", I said equally softly, also looking at the picture.
"That much of an admirer ?" Mika asked sweetly, standing up from my bed and sitting down next to me on the small stool.
"You have no idea how much I love that man", I said, smiling through the pain of never having the chance to actually speak to him, tell him how much he and the band meant to me.
I wiped away the few tears in my eyes, breathing in and out to calm down my nerves.
"Via ?"
"Yes ?"
"I think you should perform this at the Knockouts", Mika said quietly, taking my hand in his, reassuringly squeezing my tensed knuckles.
"Should I ? I know I'm going to react like this again, that's the way it is", I shrugged, blinking a few times again.
"Via, it's okay to let your emotions control you for a bit. I seriously think you should at least consider choosing this song. You would do him the honours", he pointed at the poster of John again, and I had no choice but lean my head on Mika's shoulder for emotional support.
"You know, he would have been 78 this year", I said softly, wiping away a few tears with the back of my hand.
"I do", he rubbed my hand again, I appreciated it so much, that he was being there for me.

We sat there in silence, holding each other for lord knows how long. At one point I heard my mother saying goodbye, as she had to go and run some errands. I knew that was our cue to leave, but I didn't have the strength to actually stand up and face the outside world. My room was a safe place, especially with Mika in it, even though we made a pretty big mistake last night. He somehow managed to make me feel comfortable, loved and cared for at the same time. I felt incredible gratitude, I had no idea how I was going to repay him.
"Via, we should go", Mika said after a while, standing up from the small stool, pulling me up with him.
"We can walk to the pub and get your car, right ?" I asked, obviously needing the fresh air.
"Of course we can, love", he smiled sweetly, not being aware of the nickname that just escaped his mouth.
We managed to leave the house unnoticed, since my mum still wasn't home yet. I was right, I knew the fresh air would help me calm down.
"I've never actually heard you play the guitar, you know", Mika smiled as he glanced at the guitar case on my back.
He offered to carry it for me but I gently declined, as I was perfectly capable of carrying my own instrument.
"One day, but I feel like I'm better off with the piano", I shrugged, taking a deep breath.
"You could play the guitar on your first live show as a suprise", Mika said with a smile, opening his car as we already arrived to our destination.
I carefully put the guitar on the backseat of his small car, then I climbed into my seat at the front.
"Who says I'm going to make it to the live shows ?" I shook my head in disbelief.
"I'm saying you are already the winner, trust me."
"Where are you taking me, sir ?
"Where do you think my lady ? Back to my apartment of course, I can drive you to your accommodation tomorrow", Mika faked a posh accent, moving his hands in the air.
"Thank you kind sir, I'm forever in your debt", I tried my best to do the posh accent as well, Mika was laughing his head off as well.
I slowly drifted away into a very nice sleep during the peaceful ride in Mika's small car, feeling comfortable as ever as we were riding through the busy streets of Paris.