Lauren Hemp short fanfic :)

Part 24

Copenhagen was how i always remembered it being; bustling with tourists and very wet from the previous days downpour. As of today the weather was decent, the sun was out and tourists were enjoying the weather, dodging the puddles left behind obviously. Lauren was glancing around, the same tint in her eyes as the majority of people around her. I've always said in big cities like this you can very clearly tell who is a local, they always look like they're trying to get somewhere, even when they're not. Tourists on the other hand wander around aimlessly and often almost trip on the cobbles.
"This way." I waved to Lauren, "We need to get a taxi."

I hailed a cab fairly quickly. My parents; sorry, mother, lived in a tiny village called Tisvilde about an hour or so north of Copenhagen. It used to be fishing and farming village and although these are still a large part of the culture it's a much more relaxed place now. We get the odd few tourists coming to stay but they find much more exciting things to do in Copenhagen so often go there instead. It's the sort of village where everyone knows everyone and their business too. Can't keep anything a secret.

"Where we off to then ladies?" The cab driver said and Lauren got into the car, she looked at me confused,
"I'm sorry," She started, "i don't speak uh-"
"We're going to Tisvilde please," I added, my natural language coming back easily.
"Woww the accent is impeccable." The man laughed, inputting directions into his satnav.
"Should be." I chuckled, "i only lived here for what like sixteen years."
"Ahhh, a local."

I caught a glimpse of Lauren in the corner of my eye, she was staring. I turned to look at her, but she didn't say anything.
"Cat got your tongue?" I smirked, still not sure if i ever use these idioms right.
"Uh- no, i just aha." She paused, smiling. "I knew you could speak Danish, obviously, that's just the first time i've ever heard you speak it."
I paused, "and?"
"It's a gorgeous language."
"Really?! I don't think it's that nice, i mean compared to Spanish it's not all that."
"Spanish? What?"
"Oh, oh shit yeah i never mentioned. I lived in Spain for like two years,"
"So you're telling me you can speak Spanish and you never said anything?"
"Uhh, yeah," I chuckled, "I guess."
"What?" She laughed. "I'm gonna have to hear that at some point."
"And you will." I chuckled, throwing a smirk into the mix. She shook her head carefully, a smile creeping onto her features. The ride to my home town took a little bit longer than an hour cause of traffic. Lauren had fallen asleep at some point on the journey so i had to wake her up once we arrived.
"Lauren." I started, fairly quietly as not to startle her awake, "Lauren. Loz. Lauren." I said louder, shaking the girls arm.
"Huh?"
"Come on." I laughed, "We're here."
"Oh uh okay."

I hauled my bags out of the taxi and placed them down on the first step of the porch. I waited for Lauren to do the same and then fumbled about in the flowerpot to my left, finding the jar that i knew would house a spare key. Lauren looked at the view in front of her, floored. My childhood home was sat on what could only be described as the 'edge of the world," our back yard glanced out onto heaps upon heaps of mountains and beyond that the ocean. We were pretty much the last house for miles.
"It's so gorgeous." She spoke up, "i can't believe you never mentioned it. Or you know showed me a photo." She chuckled, "all the time we spent together." She shook her head carefully, still laughing.
"I mean i grew up here, so it's not really that special anymore." I shrug, smiling slightly. Lauren didn't reply but her face softened as she kept looking out. "Come on." I whispered, "let's get inside."

My childhood home was how you'd imagine any countryside house to look like; only since my mother had been left alone for months at a time whilst my father bounced around meant she had many spare hours to make changes or adjustments. This meant the house now had a modern edge to it, specifically sitting in the kitchen and living room. But the bones of the house, the original beams and flooring, were still identical. Even down to the scuff marks on the floor where i had tripped as a child, or where my hundreds of books still lay dormant on the shelves. The house was deathly quiet, other than the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore further up the road.
"Mom!" I spoke up as we entered, not hearing anything in the house but thinking she could be out back. I was partly right.
"Allie??" She asked, walking out of the study at the back of the house. "Oh Allie baby." She smiled sadly, rushing closer and engulfing me in a deep hug, "I missed you so much." She sighed into my shoulder. She pulled away gently, still holding my arms. "And you must be Lauren?" She smiled at the blonde behind me, letting me go and instead moving to hug Lauren. "Allie spoke so often about you." My mother's english wasn't incredible but it was good enough to understand. Lauren glanced at me over my mom's shoulder, smiling carefully.
"Please." Mom carried on, " leave your bags here, i'll sort some rooms out for you both."
"Mom no you don't need to."
"I insist, go grab a drink, relax, it's been a long day of travelling i'd imagine."
I sighed carefully, "okay. Thank you."
"Thank you Ms Jenssen," Lauren spoke, resting her bag against the wall,
"Oh please dear no need for the formalities, call me Flora." She smiled carefully, "you might as well be family."

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"You spoke to your mom about me?" Lauren smiled from the seat next to me. We were sat out on the back porch, Hiro, my old longhair cat was curled up on her lap, purring loudly. I glanced over at the blonde, smirking carefully. "What else did you tell her?" Lauren asked, copying my expression.
"Urgh." I chuckle, "wouldn't you like to know."
"I hate you." Lauren replied, smiling.
"Nahh." I laugh, "lies." Lauren's eyes found mine once more, but held the line carefully, her gaze softening as mine did. Hiro jumped down off her lap at the sight of a lone bird down the bottom of the garden. I glanced behind me to see my mom milling around through the kitchen window,
"I'm uh, i'm gonna go have a chat with her-" I say, looking over at the blonde, "You'll be okay out here?"
"I'll be more than okay." She chuckles quietly, bringing her gaze back out to the view in front of her. I send a grateful smile in her direction before grabbing the two empty glasses on the table between us and heading back up the steps into the kitchen.

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hey hey everyone, this bit went on for way too long i do apologize but i just couldn't stop writing it lmao, when i went to finish it just kept going 😭 anyways i hope you guys are enjoying it again oh and im sure we'll address the 'elephant in the room' eventually (unless im feeling mean but as of rn it's all good 👀) xxxxx