It's a Summer Fling

Chapter 17

Lauren's P.O.V.

"Come please," I jumped on the bed while Zayn was fake asleep. "It's a going to be fun I swear."

Zayn looked up at me, "Okay, okay." he grabbed my hand and pulled me down on the couch. I was on top of him, laughing like crazy. God sometimes I felt like I was falling in love with Zayn over and over again. He helped me up and held my hand, smiling from ear to ear. "Age before beauty," Zayn opened the door waiting for me to exit first.

"Um, you're older than me, so off you go." I corrected him.

"You ruined the fun of it," he pouted and made his way out the door. I followed him shortly after, "So it's on going to be in the middle of the dinning hall?"

"Yup." I said trying not to get dragged, since I was walking slower than Zayn.

"Ah. Why don't you guys just wait a while and find out where else you can practice. You know so people don't just walk in and record you." He had a point. If people started recording us while we were running through our ser list surely we wouldn't have any people come support us at on the tour.

"That's smart thinking you have going on there," I pecked his cheek quickly. "I want you to be there on our opening night, but I'm pretty sure you'll be on your tour also." I sighed softly. Zayn and I basically had these two months before we were off to go on tour. That why in August it was techinally still a "summer tour".

"I'll find a way,"

"I will make sure to dance my best then." I smiled, looking at Zayn. I couldn't stop thinking about how lucky I was to have him in my life again after such a rough 2 years.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I lied, "Just how amazing the concert will be." I kept looking at Zayn, studying his profile. His raven hair, the hazel brown eyes, the chiseled jawline and the beard her was trying to grow.

"We're here, love." he opened the door letting, me enter first. I walked in seeing Normani stretching.

Camila was walking towards me, "Hi, Lauren." she opened her arms to engulf me in a hug.

"Hi, Camila." I let her embrace me in a warm hug.

"After rehersal we're going to go out later," she looked at me then Zayn, "You two are coming right?"

I looked at Zayn, "Can we? I'll manage my drinks I promise." He nodded his hand, causing me to smile, "Yay! Thank you!"

Camila motioned for me to follow her. I followed her to a private spot. "What was that?"

"What do you mean?" I rubbed my forearm carefully, hoping she wasnt talking about my cuts from days ago.

"You asked Zayn for permission to drink? Is there something going on with you two?"

"What?" I tried my best to act surprise, "Even if we were dating don't you think I would tell you? Besides I asked him since we're..." I had to think of something to tell her.

"You were?" she encouraged me to continue.

"We're keeping track of my drinks, since you know I had a drinking problem." I gulped hoping she believed me since it was some what true.

"Ah," Camila gave me an encouraging smile, "That's good. That you're keeping track of your drinks. Also that you and Zayn are working things out."

"Yeah," I saw Zayn out the corner off my eye. I smiled to myself, "Me too."

Our choreographer, Sean Bankhead, "Hey guys," he walked in looking excited as usual. "You guys warmed up?"

"Yes," we all answered.