I, Me, You

III

Sorry for the slow update! I just got back from the mountains in VC and i was so tired. Hope this is worth it.

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Lauren reached in her purse and gathered the correct money to give to her driver.

"Thank you sir, have a nice day." She bowed politely and closed the door to the cab which drove off in a blink of the eye.

It was quiet and Lauren could hear the heals of her boots click across the concrete ground, every step she made, every breath. She closed her eyes briefly as she came closer to the terrace door.

She knocked.

Then again.

Then another time.

"Open the door you idiot, please, please.."

"Tom, please."

It was hopeless, she looked so hopeless standing there on a cold winters day. She felt hurt and destroyed and decided to call for another taxi.

"Lauren?" The door opened and a click in Lauren's brain forced her to turn around. Tears in her eyes.

She ran for him.

She met his grasp.

She touched his broad shoulders.

She wrapped her frail fingers around his warm body.

She was united once again with her boyfriend of 3 years.

"Tom." She cried. "I need to stay with you, we need to be together at all times, please." Tears streaming in his grasps.

"Lauren." Tom kissed her forehead. "It's been a while. Is Harry a dick?."

Lauren nodded fast, face still buried into his chest.

"Can we start a new life, you and me, forever?" She faced him and stepped back. Tom held her hands.

"I'm sorry Lauren, didn't you get the invitation? Im engaged to Sabrina and our wedding is in 2 months. I sent the invitation to your address and I guess Harry didn't give it to you. I'm moving to Canada in 3 days." He hugged her again. But she pushed off and stared at him intently.

"I fucking trusted you! I don't want anything to do with you ever again, don't ever fucking talk to me because you are a DICKHEAD." She cried hard and walked away.

Tom wished he could do something, but it was best not to in his situation.

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Lauren twisted the key and unlocked the double doors of the house to see Harry sipping on a glass of red wine, intently staring at the paintings on the walls.

She began to walk up the stairs, stagily noticing about how Harry wasn't questioning her for the first time. She turned on the shower, hot water running through her arms and legs. Picked up a bathrobe and made her way to the wardrobe.

She opened the bathroom door to see Harry waiting outside.

"May I ask where you were?" He questioned running his fingers through his hair stressfully.

"Why do you want to know?" She tried to sound as stable as possible.

"Because I am your husband and husbands are supposed to know." He frowned coming closer to her.

"Do you not smell another mans scent around my body?".