I Need You Now (Lauren / You)

Chapter 3

Your POV

I sit in my apartment, a bottle of whiskey in my hand. I bring the bottle to my lips, tasting it and swallowing it.

My door opens, revealing Bea, Shawn and Dinah.

"Dinah?" I squint my eyes. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with fucking Lauren or Camila?" I met Dinah trough Lauren. Dinah and I became the best of friends. But now, we barely talk.

"Yes, but drinking your sorrows out isn't going to help you." Dinah responds, snatching the bottle out of my hand.

I sigh and stand up, "I'm not even drunk."

"Yeah? Walk in a straight line." Shawn challenges. I stand up straighter, walking in a straight line.

"There." I glare at him, leaning against the counter. "Happy?"

"Very, I'm glad you're not drunk." My head snaps to the door, where Ally stands.

"You invited her too?" I ask, slightly groaning. "Did you also invite Camila and Normani?"

"Yep! Hello!" Camila bounces into the room, Normani following her.

"I swear to fuck-"

"Y/N."

"Lauren and Brad." I sigh out, resting my head on the counter. I lift my head up, "Alright. Why are you here?"

"To help you stop drinking. When something bad happens to you, you start to drink." Bea says.

"So this is like an intervention?" I ask, sitting down. "If so, I'm not the only one who has problems." I look at Lauren. "I mean, some people jump to fucking conclusions and then goes and fuck my best friend."

"Okay, I thought you were cheating on me!" Lauren defends.

"Exactly, you thought. But you thought wrong."  

"You came home with whiskey on your breath! You barely showed me any attention!"

I stand up, "Maybe if you asked what was wrong, that would give you an answer! But no, you think that I was cheating on you, when in reality, you cheated on me!" By now, it's like only Lauren and I are in the room.

"How would you like it if someone you love came home, drunk?" Lauren asks.

"Love?" I mummer. "You still love me?" It's quiet, waiting on Lauren to answer.

"Yes." She says below a whisper.

I shake my head, bitterly chuckling, "If you love me, then you wouldn't of cheated on me. If you love me, you would've asked me what was wrong and tried not to hurt me back!"

I stare at Lauren, who has tears rolling down her face. My heart breaks at the sight, but I don't let it show. I keep my face emotionless.

"Get out," I mumble, pointing at the door. "All of you! Get the fuck out!"

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Once everyone is gone, I stand still. I look at
the bottle of whiskey on the table and grab it. I chuck it at the wall, it breaking and liquid flowing down the wall. The glass shatters to the floor.

I hear the door open and close, causing me to look up.

"Get out, Lauren." I quietly speak.

"No."

"Please." I plead, feeling tears roll down my cheeks.

"No, you need someone to take care of you." She says, walking over to me. "And I'm going to be that someone."

I push her away, but she keeps coming closer to me.

"Lauren leave!" I shout, breaking into a sob.

"No." She whispers, hugging me. I push on her chest, trying to get her away, but she holds me tighter. After that, I break down in her arms.

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I open my eyes, then rubbing them. I try to get up, but I'm in someone's embrace. It's familiar - it's Lauren. I slowly unwrap her arms from my waist, then standing up.

We fell asleep on the couch. I look around the room to see the shattered glass cleaned up, along with the whiskey on the wall.

Lauren did all of this? Damn, I feel like a bitch. I sigh and turn around, looking at her. I sit on the coffee table.

Her mouth is slightly parted, and her hair is tied up in a bun. I notice she's wearing one of the sweatshirts that I kept that's hers.

"Starring isn't nice." Her raspy voice speaks and her eyes open.

"Yeah.." A hint of pink makes it to my cheeks.

"How'd you sleep?" She asks, sitting up and stretching, ending it with a yawn.

"Good," I honestly say. "Really, really good." Because she was there with me. "Lauren, I could've cleaned everything up."

"I know," Lauren smiles. "But I wanted too. Plus, I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, thanks."

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Lauren and I sit on my couch, eating ice cream and watching old movies. This brings back memories of when we were dating. We'd stay up all night, dancing and eating and watching movies.

I look at Lauren, who is interested in the movie. Her hair is let down and she has a bowl of ice cream in her left hand, the spoon in her right hand.

"That's the second time that I've caught you starring, L/N." Lauren jokes, meeting my eyes. "I know I'm good looking and all, but.."

"Don't flatter yourself, Jauregui." I say. "But yes, you are indeed beautiful."

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ew. I'm on my way to school.

have a great day today!

-Gracie.