I know it's been a while , I'm sorry.
My phone developed a fault and for the past few days I have been phone less.
But I managed to write two chapters with my mum's own.
And oh.....
Something is about to happen.
Read on.....
MERCY'S POV
After the long hugs and anger tears we walked into our apartment.
Meeting it just as we had left it. My plate of fried rice was still covered , lying on the floor. I can't believe I left it cause of that garbage.
I walked up to it and picked it up. I went to the kitchen and poured it into the pot warming it again.
Hakeem stood by the door watching me as I stirred the rice ,
"You know you're acting weird, just smiling lovingly at the rice ." I chuckled at what he said ,
He just shook his head and walked to the fridge bringing out a chilled beer for himself.
I walked close to him from behind and stretched my hand grabbing a beer too , he didn't know when I got there so he was obviously startled.
"Mercy please , stop acting like that jare." He breathed out .
"You're starting to sound like a girl , trust me."I said back and served myself the lovely , shining fried rice.
I held the plate and placed the beer under my arm as I walked to the sitting room.
I sat down where I was sitted before and switched on the television .
..........
I sat on the floor , just staring at the TV , I wasn't even hearing what they were saying.
One thing I can't believe is all that just happened, and why everything looked like a story , a dream or something.
I grabbed my third can of beer and took another gulp.
Thank God exam was even over. I won't see their faces for the next three weeks. Thank God we're even traveling, idara will be so excited for the gist .
It will just look.....
"Do you want something stronger?" Hakeem asked from where he was sitting on the three sitter couch.
His long legs were spread out and he was actually enjoying whatever show they were playing on the TV.
Something stronger , I remembered the party time and the terrible hangover IÂ woke up with. But the surprising part of it all was when I was dancing. I don't trust drunk me . But wait I'm single now , I don't need to mind my actions or anything. Single life rocks .
I looked back up at Hakeem who had a scared expression on his face, what's wrong with him?
"Yes I would like something stronger , wait why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him, but he just waved his hands.
He stood up and walked to the room. after three minutes or so , he came back with a bottle of vodka.
"Why do you have that in your room?" I asked , cause he hardly drink , except from his occasional ones. And he's always at home during that sef.
"I was sent to do drink shopping one time like this and I kept one for myself. Or bought."
"You want us to drink stolen vodka?" I asked with a smirk.
"Mama , I said bought oo. But don't worry Sha. Let me return it."
I stood up and grabbed it from him making him laugh at me. I took my seat on the floor again and he went to the kitchen to bring cups.
He came back with two small glass cups and sat on the floor too , resting his back on the couch.
He collected the bottle from me ,opened it , and poured little into the cups .
He passed one of the cups to me, I collected it from him and finished it in one go.
I cleaned my mouth and stretched the cup to him again. He looked at me surprised , and slowly poured another one.
"Are you a model?" I asked stretching my cup again for the third time.
Hakeem laughed at me and muttered a "she's so drunk."
"I'm not drunk , I'm just asking."I said with a giggle. He just nodded and kept on laughing.
"I'm not a model , but I know I'm more handsome than one." He said ,
"Who told you that?" I asked with a chuckle.
"My mirror."
"You're drunk."
"You too."
"How many shots have you had?" I asked him with a smirk.
"Six." He said back mirroring my smirk.
"God save you that you're at home."
"You started it." He said back .
"I didn't say I didn't."
"What are you even saying ."
"Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?" I asked him suddenly ,
"I don't know if that was serious or not , but there's this girl I like." He said catching my attention.
He poured another serving of vodka again into his cup and mine , took a full shot and turned to look at me.
He likes someone , wow not bad. Who's she ? It's not like it's my business but she's a lucky girl. To have someone like Hakeem.
"I really like her and the day I wanted to ask her out on a date ,she declared she had a boyfriend."
"She's a fool for that. Another person over you?" I said and he nodded with a chuckle.
"And even with her having a boyfriend I still like her. But now she's single." He said and took another swing.
"So you're going to ask her out now?" I asked him and he nodded with a sheepish grin.   Oh.. that's...okay I don't know what to say. I'm just surprised.
"What's her name?" I asked again,
"Can't tell you."Â He simply said back , I frowned at that .
"Why?"
"Cause you'll know her."
"She's someone I know?" He just looked at me with that his cute smile and nodded.
He's even smiling cause of her. I took my shot .
I looked at the TV and they were showing a mansion, it looked so big , reminding me of Hakeem's own.
"How rich are you?" I asked ,
"Why are you asking?"
"Cause of your Mansion , it's like that million dollar own on the TV." I said pointing at it.
He turned to the direction of the TV and watched the show too
"Halima and I are number one richest teenager in Africa and third in the world. Our Grandpa left a huge part of his property to us. All his grandchildren actually, but Dad invested ours and it multiplied and multiplied and it is still multiplying." He said with a grin.
So they were that rich, how could I not have recognized them, third richest in the world. What was he even doing in unilag?
"Wow, why did you come to unilag?" I asked him but he just looked away for the first time,
"personal reasons."
"You know you have these mysterious look , all those Wattpad heroes always have." I said making him laugh , and that kind of removed the disappointment feeling that washed over me when he said that.
"No oo. I'm not like them."
"So you know Wattpad?" I asked with a smirk.
"You tricked me , but it's not bad if I actually read their books but I don't , Halima do."
"Well I won't even be surprised if you do." I said back making him frown at me.
"you don't expect me , a bad boy to read Wattpad books do you?"
I made a I don't know gesture making him groan. Whining him was so fun.
"Well I was expecting to add it to my list." I said drinking another shot , making it my , whatever number
"Which list?" He asked ,
"The list of what Hakeem can do." He chuckled at that and struggled to stand up from his position on the floor. He held the chair tight and almost fell down after standing up.
I laughed at his dizziness ,
"I'll let you add another one to that. " He said and walked to his room using the wall and the chair to guide him.
While I just sat there laughing and turning back to the TV. I stated hard at the talking humans , trying to make one word that they were saying but after much efforts I surrendered and looked up to the ceiling.
Hakeem stepped out of his room after a few minutes, I quickly turned to him and my eyes caught the trumpet , no I mean guitar.. yeah it's a guitar.
"You can play the guitar?" I asked surprised
"I can play a whole lot more baby." He said adding a wink which I just laughed at. Drunk Hakeem is really fun and free but still guarded.
He sat on the center table and motioned for me to sit on the chair so that he would be in front of me.
I dropped my cup and held the chair to stand up just like my roommate here and this time it was his turn to laugh.
"Shut up Jo." I said after finally sitting down on the chair. I was feeling so dizzy and I could actually see three Hakeem in front of me.
I clapped and cheered him on to sing while he just bowed his head.
He ran his hands across the string making it make a sound.
"I'm singing 'in too deep' by 'why don't we'." He said making me clap more , he was singing one of my favourite songs.
After giving me a big grin in response he closed his eyes and ran his hands again on the strings before singing.
I sat on the chair staring at the drunk hot boy sitted on the table in front of me playing his guitar and singing too. I repeat, that girl is lucky.
"Used to be scared of the ocean
Cause I didn't know how to swim.
I took one sip of your potion
And now I'm just diving right in.
I heard your sirens calling
Was beautiful,
I am drowning ,
God please don't save me."
He opened his eyes and grinned at my awestruck expression , his voice was too sweet to the ears just like honey. It felt like I was on a live show , with a real musician. And let's not forget the guitar , he played it really good.
I clapped my hands the more , he closed his eyes again and kept on singing with me , cause I decided to join him with my voice. I always wished that I had a very good voice but I got an average one which sounded really bad beside Hakeem's own.
But drunk me didn't care , I just sang along , quite loud . And I almost cringed at my own voice sef.
"I'm in too deep!". At this point, I stood up,
"Can't touch the bottom with my feet
Don't know.what you did to me,
I can't breathe but I'm living,
I'm in too deep!"
"That was so good." I said as I clapped once he was done. He stood up from the table , dropped his guitar on it and walked closer to me ,
"Really?" He asked with a sheepish grin.
I rubbed his curly hair which was really shining , he looked like a very cute puppy right now and I just wanted to run my hand across his hair. I love puppies a lot , I would have gotten one but my mum disagreed . But when I have my own house , I'll surely get one. Probably a pink one, okay why all the talk about puppies,
"Yeah. Really good. You know when you want to go into the music industry I'll be your manager . Let's make money together." We both laughed at that until I noticed he stopped and was just staring at me, probably wondering why my laugh always sounded like a horse own.
I stopped laughing too and just looked up at him , his caramel brown eyes , long eyelashes that could compete with mine , his sharp jawline , I took it all in.
Standing in the middle of the sitting room , the both of us , two young drunk teens .
he moved closer and brought his hands to my cheek. He removed the strand of braid which fell from the bun which I had packed it into making my whole body shudder .
He slowly rubbed his hands across my cheeks , and at this point my heart was beating so fast. Too fast .
"You know .. I have always wanted to do this." He said in a whisper,
"Do what?" I asked , my own voice even lower than a whisper.
He didn't answer , just shifted his hands on my face from my cheeks to my lips.
"This." He said back
And the next thing I know , his lips were on mine.
Surprise, surprise!
Hakeem finally kissed her.
And the song there is
In too deep by why don't we?
And he can even sing,
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Eniola ð