{ON HOLD} Melt|Zauren

M.28

"Lauren!" My mom shouted up the stairs. I was in the middle of sending a text message back to Zayn when my name echoed into my room and bounced off the walls. I had just woken up moments ago. I rubbed at my still tired eyes and tossed my phone aside. I had to remind myself to get back to that text later. "Yeah?" I questioned as I made my way down the hall and down the cold tile stairs.

I found my mom in the living room with an envelope in her hand and a grin on her face. "What?" I asked. She handed me the white envelope with the golden 'R.O' crest keeping it sealed shut. My eyes widened and my hands started to shake. This was a letter from The Revival Organization. They traveled all over the world doing volunteer charity work. They helped build houses, and provide food and clothing to those in need. It was something I'd always wanted to do. I'd been on the waiting list for three years. If it wasn't for this envelope in my hands right now I would have forgot that I even signed up.

The excitement I felt when I first heard about the Revival Organization, and signed up for it suddenly resurfaced. I tore the evelope open, tearing the paper slightly.

Lauren:
You have been selected as one of the fourty people to become a member of this years revival project in Vancouver, Canada. Please follow the steps below to get signed up, and get more information on this years revival project.

I didn't bother reading the rest of the letter because I started to jump up and down. "They selected me! It's in Vancouver this year!" My mom started to jump up and down with me. "I have to tell Camila! She's going to be so excited! and I have to tell Zayn...."

My excitement diminished instantly. "Wait, what happened?" My mom grabbed my arm and tried to jump up and down again. "Zayn.." I said. "This is a five month long project. Not a day or a week." I said folding the paper back up.

My mom made a face at me. "You know that I'll support every single thing you do with minor concerns here and there, but he's just a boy. He's a boy that is going to be here when you come back in five months." I let out a sigh.
"I remember you told me that you stalled going to college for a year because papi wasn't going for a year." My mom made a face at me. "Lauren, it's not the same. College is always going to be there. This is an opportunity that is rare. You were on a wait list for three years, and now's your shot. If you can't wait for five months then-" My moms shrugged leaving the kitchen. The silence that followed spoke for her.

The relationship that I had with Zayn was brand new. I didn't want to mess things up already by going away for five months. Five months didn't seem like that long, but when the person you've grown infatuated with and finally got the chance to be in a relationship with isn't going to be anywhere nearby it kind of really fucking sucks.

I was barefoot when I left my house and walked over to Camila's. She was watering the flowers out front when I approached. She dropped the hose out of her hand. "You scared the crap out of me, Lauren!" she gasped, holding onto her heart as if it would break free from the confines of her chest and onto the dewy grass. "And why on earth are yoh barefoot?" I pouted and sat on her porch swing. She made a face at me and sat down beside me.

"What happened?" she asked.
"The Revival Organization finally took me off their wait list and in two weeks we leave for Vancouver for five months." Camila gasped and started clapping. "Lauren! That is so exciting! Why do you seem bummed out?"
"Zayn and I just started dating. What was the point if I'm going away? Five months is almost half a year."

"So you're going to not do this because of a boy?" Camila asked trying to connect the dots. "Am I stupid?"
"Yes you're stupid." I sighed and leaned back. I closed my eyes and exhaled. "I'm making a huge deal out of this."
"Yes, you are. Zayn's going to be here when you get back in five months."
"But whaf if he decides to move back to England? Then what?"
"Then..." Camila tried to look for a comforting thing to say. "Then I don't know. I think you should do it though. He'll wait."